There was bandh all over India by opposition parties on price rise. Roads were lonely without traffic.
There was no holiday. So I need to go to office,
I don't have personnel bike. I came to nearby bus stand. I thought I would ask for lift and somebody will surely help. In the meantime the another gentleman came nearby. He was wearing Kurta Pyajama and was in mid fourties.
He stood before me and waived the hand for lift to two wheelers passing by. He tried 5-10 times. No body cared. Even if somebody would have stopped, this guy would have grabbed the seat as he was before me on the way. So I was second in the line.
This time he saw one guy from the long distance and started waiving hands when he was 100 mtrs away.
When the bike reached near to us, the guy on bike slowed down. This gentleman approached him, but in the meantime, he speeded away.
He shouted on top of his voice looking towards me -"We are bloody Indians. We are born that way only. Because we treat our own people, Indians, like third class citizens. If that guy on bike would have been in Europe or US, even if one beggar would have asked for the lift, he would have stopped and dropped him at his destination. We are good for nothing. We can't change."
As usual, I had nothing to say and I nodded in affirmation. I thought he was convinced that I agreed with him.
After waiving hands for another fifteen minutes, another guy on bike stopped. This gentleman ran towards him and sat on the back seat. He left away looking back at me.