Hey pals !
It seems like it a year has passed by since I wrote anything. Quite recently a disturbing incident happened and I was compelled to write about it.
So I was traveling the other night in Delhi metro, sitting comfortably with other fellow passengers while contemplating the time I had left for reaching the railway station. Two passengers seated at the other end started having a quarrel and suddenly almost everyone stopped staring at their smartphones. I could not see their faces but the conversation was audible, loud and clear. Mr. X was asking Mr. Y to stop asking him for monetary help as he clearly mentioned that he wasn’t interested in donating any money. Also he mentioned more than once that Mr. Y cannot pursue this in Delhi metro, coz metro is for travelling and not begging. Mr. Y got offended, obviously, and retaliated with “Who are you to stop me from doing this? Can you give me in writing that this is not allowed ?”
Mr. X – “Stop this nonsense or I will ask the CISF police to fetch you out of the metro at the next stop”.
Mr. Y – “You can’t do that. I am travelling with token and not for free”.
Mr. X – “I am a staff in the Delhi metro and I can do that”.
Mr. Y – “Oh yeah now you are a staff in the Delhi metro. Show me your ID then”.
Mr. X casually pulled out his ID from the front pocket of his backpack and handed over to Mr. Y saying “have it”. He indeed was a staff and now table turned slightly towards Mr. X.
Mr. Y while handing back the ID – “So what you are a metro staff, I am doing nothing illegal here. You don’t wanna give me money then don’t”.
Mr. X – “Yes I won’t and now shut your stupid mouth and sit. I will inform the CISF staff tomorrow to keep an eye on you”.
Mr. Y – “How are you gonna do that? You don’t know from where I board the metro or anything about me”.
Another person in the crowd shouted on Mr. Y – “Hey you shut up now. Just because you are blind doesn’t mean what you are doing is right”.
Mr. X – “Couple of minutes back you told that you live in Rohini and that you have a wife and three kids to take care of”.
Mr. Y now irritatingly replied – “Dude I was just fucking with you. Why will I tell you the truth of my whereabouts? Anyone who falls emotional for my tale I fuck more with him”. (In Delhi language – me to chutiya bana rha tha, sach thode hi bataunga kaha rehta hu. Jo jitna sunta h unko utna jyada chutiya banata hu jyada paiso k liye). Saying this Mr. Y got up with his stick and walked carefree past me with an attitude of ‘I encounter this every week’ and was lost in the crowd within seconds.
His final words made me question every single person I have had given money till date… each one had recited a sad tale.
Well, this wasn’t even close to the actual disturbing incident which happened later in the night.
So how about we discuss it in the next post. Stay tuned !