I was off to ATM to collect some Vitamin M from the machine. On the way I saw a guy sitting at the end of the over bridge. Just stopped for a while to have a sneak-peek at what he was doing. I was in the center of the cross-road and an uncle impatiently honking me to clear his way without bothering for a bit. I found the guy trying to crack the iron rods from the lumps of concrete stone. One mind said to stop him from causing harm to the public property and the second stopped the first one and felt it to be an adage of his life which would earn him a piece of bread for the dinner.
As I reached the ATM, I got off from my bike with a welcoming spit of gutkha from a youngster. I was very much pissed off and was about to react and enter into a brawl with the young man same of my age. But than a thought ran in my mind saying "All I can do is control my reaction and not someone's action". With a cool head I approached him and politely said a hello and inquired about his literacy level. Somehow he managed to speak between his wobbling tongue mentioning graduate. Shy and sweat already covered his face. But that didn't stopped me to help him increase his literacy level and told him whether he would do the same thing standing or sitting at his abode. His face filled with guilt, finding for a scapegoat and managed to say humble words of sorry with a heavy sigh of sin he had committed!!
