Monday, May 25, 2009

One day in MRT


An old frail man entered the crowded train. Like every other day, every commuter was either staring at the air or was closing their eyes, indulging themselves in their own world. The door shut, the train moved. Yet no one offered him a seat. I approached the lady who was sitting on the priority seat assigned for the disabled and needy.

“Can you give up your seat to the man over there?”. Without a word, she stood up and walked away.
“Uncle, please sit down.” I asked the man.
“No need.” He replied coldly.
“Don’t worry, this seat is offered to you.” I repeated.
I said NO NEED.” He shouted fiercely.

Immediately I turned the other side, wondering what wrong have I done. By then, everyone in the compartment was staring at me.
One thing came into my mind: “Nicholas, next time, mind your own damn business.”

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