to each his own...

Have you seen Hitman?...in it, Timothy Olyphant asks the agent..."How does a good man know when to kill?"....wel! i have a similar question, just not as intense...."How does a good man know when to leave his seat for somebody else?!"...oh! stop laughing now, i am a moderately good man!...anyway here's the deal...i'm not religious...i do not believe in the existence of a higher power....what i do believe in, is the power of probability and permutation and combinations!...also, i don't have any faith in karma!...i think, you must do what like, what your intellect and conscience tells you to!...and more often than not, they'll tell you to put smiles on other people's faces...so that is what i try to do...mostly...you might remember about the time i did that experiment which involved doing favours for men and women...about how i left my seat for this girl who was late coming to the bus...yeah!...so, well, it was raining yesterday, alright, so obviously the bus was packed like the backpack of a 12 year old!...as it was about to move, 3 people just jumped in!...and as the bus rolled, they just stood there, shivering in the cold, with barely enough place to stand comfortably!...as i sat smugly in my seat, i saw them, one girl looked like a new employee...how do i know that?...cz she was looking so intently at the road that it was obvious that she had recently moved to pune and was probably new to this bus....the second was a man in his mid thirties, partially bald and totally obese with a briefcase, a Tupperware tiffin and an umbrella with a 'u-handle'!...and last was a frail looking lady, newly married, and on the phone...now i had to get up and offer my seat to someone, question was, who deserved it the most?...the girl was shivering her hair clips off in the breeze...the man was pretty much stuck in the aisle and could not possibly itch his nose even if he really really REALLY wanted to...and the lady was constantly losing her balance cz she cdnt reach the overhead beams!..i was in a classic pickle...cz u see, i not only had to choose someone to offer my seat to, but i had to stand there with the other two glaring down my neck and cursing 17 generations of my family!...i looked around...i thought that maybe i'd go with the crowd's opinion and give the seat to the one who was being looked at by the most no. of people...didn't help, nobody was bothered!..either they were too busy trying to dry off their ipods...or were too engrossed in the days gossip about how their teammate was saying sweet-nothing in a PYT"s ear!...made me wonder, that...chivalry was dead, politeness dead-er!...as dads and brother's will agree with me, there's a princess inside every girl...so obviously, i expected a knight in every boy too!...but i guess i was wrong!...douchebags!...nothing more than that...not one single person volunteered...i bet most were thinking 'heck, we paid for a ticket too! if they wanted a seat, they should've come early!"...to people who think like that i show my middle finger with pride!....and if people like those are sitting, i'd rather stand...so i did...i didn't offer my seat to anyone....just got up and moved to the front of the bus...natural selection took its course and the girl sat down merrily!....of course, i turned around to look, the pot bellied man smiled, so did the the woman. the girl too and then she mumbled something, which i guess was like a thank you!...the whole bus was looking at me now...probably thinking why, if i had to give my seat to someone, did i not get up earlier?...but i ask them now, " How does a good man know, when to give up his seat for someone?!"

Anand

ps : if you were on that bus, then shame on you!....you didn't even get up after i did!...

pps: people usually write no offence intended in post like this....but no...i intend offence!