How I met Mr. Einstein!

This evening, while I was commuting for home in one of those chartered buses (previously known as the infamous ‘Blue Line’), a not so old, but fragile, dirty to the dust, boarded the bus. The seats were full and this man had boarded the bus with his ‘tools’ in hands and a carry-bag which probably might have contained his accessories for his profession. Man, most of us commuting in those buses are employees of the Central Government. This man, whom I had already named him ‘Einstein’ (he had white, rather almost white, beard and mustache), was looking for a seat. There was one which was vacant in between those two medium build passengers (a seat for three). I wondered how people, maybe not all, could be so uncivilized to deny him of his right-as a passenger, to be seated in that vacant seat! How un-human! What discrimination!

Who knows what odd jobs he could have done during the day, under the ‘Humidity’ of Delhi?   I, as my co-passengers, was much better privileged than Mr. Einstein! So, why not let him have those small luxuries that he could have, even if it’s for a few minutes. Take it this way – being given a table and a seat, it is not appropriate for you to stand the whole day. On the other hand, Mr. Einstein might have stand the whole working hours doing his job. As I have deducted, on the basis of his tools at hand and appearances, he cannot be a ‘foreman’, nor can he be a manager.

I could take it no more – “Uncle, you can take my seat (of course in Hindi!)” What do I lose? Nothing! I didn't say that I am being more civilized than those. Maybe equality, as enshrined in the Constitution, was for those who want to implement it and fight for its cause. For the rest, it’s just a written document.