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So here's another incident, I was a part of, on my way to office. As usual I was trying to find some meaning out of the headlines of The Indian Express.

Once when I raised my head I found one of my fellow passengers, an elderly gentleman standing by my side. "He needs the seat more than you," the man in me suggested and I followed it even though not so willingly.

He occupied the seat with thanks and also my newspaper.

After a while another fellow passenger sitting on the left row came out to be an acquaintance of our gentleman (let's say Mr X for our convenience). So, I have had to do a little favour of shifting a little back from my position, to facilitate their discussions. Eye-to-eye contact is an important part of any inter-personnel communication.

Incidentally we were at Mr X's destination, before mine. So he returned my newspaper with one more thanks. "Now perhaps I will be able to finish my paper, there's fifteen more minutes to go."

But, as if to give me a " mild surprise" , Mr X invited his friend Mr Y to take the seat he is going to vacate, (as Mr Y was occupying a seat reserved for ladies passengers and he might have to leave it any time). Mr X took all the precautions to ensure that Mr Y is in safe seat.

All those who were watching the current affairs looked at me with critical smiles on their faces. " You fool!"

I was embarrassed and as usual somewhat slow microprocessor inside me took some time to generating a proper response to the situation at hand.

Now I was sitting on another seat and trying to go through the headlines as before. But I failed to concentrate as I was feeling my ear pans heated up.

"They must be looking like a piece of iron out of furnace!"


"The adventure is not in arriving, it's the on-the-way experience. It is not the expected, it's the surprise. You are not choosing what you shall see in the world, but are giving the world an even chance to see you."

Ruskin Bond, All About My Walkabouts


Soumyadip said…
As they say bhalai ka zamana hi nahin raha
anangbhai said…
Hey thanks for the comment on my blog. Its weird because I've never read Crime and Punishment but I'm a big fan of Dostoevsky and through him Akira Kurosawa and I'm a big fan of his existentialist ideas.
Wish I could interpret my dreams like that.
Rita said…
I am a bit different here. I hate to stand in crowded buses because men cannot keep their hands to themselves. So I do not normally offer seats to people.
aklanta said…
You better not...Even I did that not so willingly, failing to resist the push from inside

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