He was standing near me. He looked very sad. I looked at him. I got up out of respect. I offered my seat to him.
But to my great surprise, a fashionable young lady rushed towards the seat. She pressed herself into the seat. The Poor old man looked at her helplessly.
He had to keep standing. The lady felt no shame. She kept on looking at the poor old man shamelessly. I felt very angry at her behavior.
The passengers inside the bus were talking loudly. Some of them were talking about the politics. Some were talking of soaring prices.
Others were discussing their personal problems. The family quarrels were the subject of their talks. I was looking outside thinking about the sad incident.
The Journey was not long. It was quite short. By now our bus reached Pant Hospital. Here many people got down. Many others boarded the bus. As usual the bus moved on.
An old lady began to feel giddy. She requested a young man to provide her his seat. The proudy young man refused flatly. This was very bad. We should show respect to ladies. Young ladies should also offer their seats to old and sick persons.
At Ajmeri Gate three persons got down. They paid the fare. The conductor did not issue tickets to them. I got a chance. I said to conductor, “Mr. Conductor, you did not issue tickets to the passengers.
You are dishonest.” With these words I pulled the chain. The bus stopped. I asked the conductor to tear the three tickets.
The conductor was perplexed. Some other passengers called him a thief. I rebuked him. The dishonest conductor felt ashamed for his dishonest act. He tore three tickets and threw them out. Again the bus started.
The bus was running in New Delhi now. My destination was quite near. At Minto Road the driver applied the brakes suddenly. He saved a cyclist. All the passengers got a jolt. My head struck against a lady’s. She cursed me. I kept silent. I got down at Odeon.