Sunday, April 19, 2009

Lift please. No please

Long distance travels get monotonous. Especially when one is alone. In my bid to have company and out of sympathy for people standing under sun, roadside, I have this itching habit of giving them lift.

While the younger ones thank profusely, the elders shower blessings. But there is yet another category of “lift takers” who consider this little service as their right.


These are our very own Punjab police cops. At Chandigarh, I had the privilege to have four men in khakhi in my car. Unlike their Punjab police colleagues, the UT cops quietly descended from the vehicle, thanked me and were off to their work. More than five times I have rode the khakhi and have honor of escorting them.

Encouraged by this, I decided to give lift to yet another group - albeit group was from Punjab police with an under trial in a police case being taken to court. As we started towards out destination, one of the cops ordered me to switch on the AC, and pat came another order to slow down.

As if this was not enough, I had a flat tyre. Now it was that culprit’s turn to do me a favor. The cops removed his handcuff so that he can “assist” me to fix flat tyre. After nearly half and hour of grueling under the sun, one of the potbellied cops turned to me and said, “See. Had we not been there, who would have helped you? You should be thankful to us.”

As we packed up and resumed our journey, they asked me to drop at specified destination, that was kilometers away from mine. And I had to oblige them.

Now the moment I see men in khakhi waving for a lift, I speed up my car. Perhaps I am once bitten, twice shy.


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