“Yes sir. I said exactly that.”
“I was a school teacher in Bihar. I had a normal life like everyone else. In 2002, the train I was travelling was attacked by terrorists and I lost one of my legs in the explosion. The wheelchair I’m travelling now is a gift from the current MLA. I have nothing to hide. So I said exactly that–See boss, I’m a poor guy trying to make an honest living. Let me be.”
I looked in the eyes of the former teacher. It was there in his eyes – that particular look which says ‘What I’m saying is true. At least part of it is so’. It was a random Saturday morning and I was out cycling alone. I met him while sipping tea at the roadside stall run by Surinder.
“So I was searching for a place where I can set up a stall like he does (gestures towards Surinder) instead of saving roadside stall people from policemen and then accepting their favours. I was just about to leave, and that is when he asked me to wait a little while so that I can meet you in person.
Wow. That’s quite an honour and I’m thankful for your waiting to meet me.
So this guy here asked me if I would mind waiting a little more, and he’ll show me the fastest bike in this route.
Really? What makes Surinder think I ride fast? I’m clueless. I never wanted to be fastest, but I’d love to be a long distance rider. So I thanked him and offered a cup of tea. After the usual petting with Sheru and Laali, I was about to move.
That’s when Surinder told me: Don’t you believe anything he says. Do you think he was a teacher? Does he behave like one?
I also think he wouldn’t have been a teacher.
He has tried his best to control his tongue, yet every third sentence he utters begins with an abusive word. It’s very unlikely that such a person would be a teacher. I imagine what his students would feel in class.
Surprisingly he offered Surinder if he would partner with him to offer illegal liquor or entry-level drugs. Even if the police finds out or interferes, he’ll use his Disabled trump card to get around the situation.
“Don’t you know that sir? Most of the illegal liquor and entry level drugs are supplied by these so called disabled people, because the police personnel have mercy on them”
I don’t know what to say. I left him on that note. Is there a similar situation in your city? Please share your thoughts.