Bhrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu mmmm Bhruummm BHruummm
Riding my bike around the A G square @ Bhubaneswar, the green trees of the I G Park are quite a mesmerizing fillers to the cool of that place,
I was hurriedly moving to the place well known as Pantaloons to get a pair of formal trousers, because of the Moral Policing at ITER against boys wearing jeans.
(I mean we dress as uncles and the old men are happy , I hope their grandchildren are born with formals on. :O )
Screeeechhhhhhhhhhhhh !! Thuddddd!!!!
I see an old man on the road, his arms bruised, fore head bleeding, blood all around his pale yellow shirt , now completely dusty.
A huge crowd around him.
I too park my bike near by to check out the matter.(Curiosity as if there were free Ke laddus).
Only 2 people there lifted him up,while the rest of them there looked upon dumbstruck, and more such people like me coming in to enquire
“Kana Hela !! Kana Helaa!! ”==” What happened ?? What happened??” As if their answers will solve the problem.
The poor old man gets accompanied by the two people in an Auto rickshaw & leave to the hospital.
As usual I feel shocked for about five minutes as I drive, thinking “ Why didn’t I help the oldman? Why was I just standing there? What was there to feel awkward when I knew that helping others is a good thing to do.”
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There was no moral to learn just a feeling of guilt:- social , intuition and self consciousness pulling yourself in all directions.
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