I AM AN ANGEL

i helped a blind man cross the road.

How sweet of me, what an Angel i am !!

i helped a blind man cross the road he didn't want to cross.

Happened last month. i saw a blind man tapping a parked car nearly smashing the headlights with his thick walking stick which had a cycle bell attached to it.

While trying to avoid the parked car he was almost in the middle of the road with cars speeding inches away from him.

Then i got this brain fever to do something good
i wanted to be a good samaritan
Honestly, i thought he wanted to cross the road.

i rushed to his rescue grabbed his arm dragged him across the road,
he came like an unwilling goat offering meek resistance.

where are you taking me..... where are you taking me ?

This conversation in Tamil, our local language.

i said, i helped you to cross the road

i didn't want to cross the road, he said

what ?

i didn't ask for your help

oh dear !

i saw some grinning faces, the road side hawkers, hated the grin on cycle repair guy
Embarassing situation.
What a goof !

I was on my way to the bank which is on the other side, said the blind man

oh you have money ?

what a stupid question to ask, my hand still holding his arm

He suddenly became stiff, alert, his shoulder went up trying to free himself from my grip, grip of a possible pick pocket.
i made my grip tighter and dragged him back to the otherside in a flash, through speeding traffic.
This time he followed like a willing goat.

Now the pavement sellers on the other side were laughing at me.
Like a fool i took him back to the same parked car and he started tapping again with his stick, narrowly missing the big tail light.
i panicked,
grabbed his arm again and steered him away from the brand new shiny Hyundai or Honda car, metallic grey
No point telling a blind man that it is a new metallic grey car,
it is just an obstacle for him.
The owner of the car would get a heart attack if there's a scratch on his car.

where is your bank ? let me take you there, i said

No thank you, he shrugged off my hand, freeing himself,
No thank you, i know where it is i'll go there myself, he said

I shrugged my shoulders
He did not see me shrug my shoulders, he was blind you see.
He walked away

No space for him on the side walk which was occupied by hawkers displaying all kinds of stuff. He was tapping away on the road, tapping the wheel of mango cart, full of mangos neatly stacked.
The mango seller warned him to stay clear of his cart.
He just stopped there for a couple of seconds, his face down probably checking if i was still following him, like a pick pocket

who wants to go to his miserable bank any way ?
i am not interested in his bank
i am not interested in my own bank
i have my own bank account you know ? may be less than ten dollars there
and i have a cheque book too.
They told me to surrender the cheque book if i don't maintain a minimm balance of some five hundred rupees
They hate me
i hate them back passionately.

They lose millions of rupees through fraud and robbery and they have a pen attached to the table with a string.
How stupid !!
who is going to steal their stupid cheap pen which never writes.
Morons, absolute morons
Many times i thought of cutting the string with a blade but
i have utter contempt for their pen and more contempt for their bank
It gives me a great pleasure to read about bank frauds and i love bank robbery movies.


when some guruji or swamiji raises both his hand to bless people and says
'mayee yall beeyeengs be aeppee' (may all beings be happy) that includes the frauds and the bank robbers
they are the happiest people in the world.

guruji's universal prayers work only for frauds politicians bank robbers and lawyers
They are all one actually, oh forgot the pick pockets, same thing.

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