Thursday, November 13, 2014

Stranger than non-fiction

If you’re vella enough—which i’m sure you are—you can zoom into the above picture and note a guy in blue shirt. He was about to cross the railway track this morning. So engrossed was he in a conversation with the guy he’s standing next to that neither of them paid attention to the approaching train. I’ve seen people walk into death and i’m certain he too would have had i not screamed at the top of my lungs. To put it very immodestly, i saved his life! And this is not the first time i’ve done this. Each time i've done it—like any other Mumbaikar who must have done the same for me earlier—there’s a weird catch to it. The stranger whose life was saved won’t go around thinking that you did him/her a huge favour because that’s how we function in a city. Life is cheap and time, too precious. Dead ironical, isn’t it?

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