So this was just-another-day-in-office with the same this-must-go-out-today work and little intervals of very precious time that you somehow manage to steal from that hectic schedule for yourself. Whether it’s total nonsense conversation that you have on lunch table with your colleagues, which basically consist of jokes specially made on you 😛 or two gals discussing their diet or recipe of this new dish or the evening tea time with some insightful conversations. Nonetheless this isn’t what this post is about. Okay, where was I?? Yupp!! So just-another-day-in-office was over and I was in cab as usual travelling home which takes minimum 2hrs and max 4hrs (yupp four f****ing hrs is my max 😛 and trust me it can get worse). So what I’m trying to say is that I spend a whole lot of time in cab and trust me this can be a real pain in the neck( actually I do have a pain in the neck because of sleeping in most uncomfortable position in cab, m sure other cab travelers can relate to that). Well, having good cab mates makes that pain a little bearable.
So I was in cab chit chatting with my cab mates and complaining about how having the first pickup and last drop sucks, how lame the new driver is for playing those stupid songs from his I’ve-never-heard-this-song-before and I-love-Sallu collection and many other things. Just then the car stops at this red light and as I look outside the window I see this very old man, feeble and in his 70’s or 80’s, walking barefoot on concrete road with the help of a stick and he approaches our car and knocks at the window. He begged with folded hands and as I looked at this I grabbed my bag and started looking for my wallet. While I was searching frantically for my wallet, I remembered this “Big Speech” I gave to my cab mates day before that incident about why we should not pay anything to these beggars, how our paying them is giving rise to so many homeless (or kidnapped) children being mutilated for this begging business and how the only way to stop this is not to pay them. My own words were playing like a recorder in my head and then there was this man standing in front of me with folded hands, I just wanted to help him. Seeing him like that just broke me a little and at the same time made me realize that our problems are nothing as compared to what these people are dealing with. I mean I wonder what will I have in dinner today and they wonder if they will be lucky enough to arrange a dinner at all. These people have actually seen their loved ones dying in front of them because of hunger and poverty. Ohkayy!! went a little off the track. I guess you’d be wondering what I did? Did I give him the money? So, while I was wondering and searching for my wallet, my cab mate quickly took out a coin from her purse and gave it to him. I was Relieved that I didn’t give him the money and yet happy that he got it. Yeahh I know, that’s Bad and you know why? Because things are easier said than done. But I ask you “did I do the right thing?”
P.S : I am an amateur writer(this being my First post) and my English… 😉
