Okay. I recall this happened a few months back. There i was, sitting in the middle of a moderately jam packed bus. Two middle-aged men pushed their way effortlessly into the bus (regular commuters, i could easily make out). Much to their good luck, they found themselves seated almost immediately to my next seat. As a matter of fact, it is highly improbable that you find yourself a void to fit into, at least here in Delhi. Such is the piteous condition of buses and traffic on the whole.
Alas, coming to this episode of mine, I realised to my vehement distaste that one of the fellows was chewing the oh-so-aromatic, darling of the masses -GUTKHA ('Unche log unchi pasand'). What wine red mouth watering (read: reddening) delicacy it is. And the pride in shooting out that jet of blood red discharge. Ah !
So this rich-red soul neatly lets out his brilliant tobacco-spit on the middle of the road. Needless to say, the spurt closely misses a biker (much to the bad luck of the radiant spit). So far so good. Now this spitter lets out a dejected sigh, takes a long and awaiting look at the congested traffic and with the ease of a retired Government Babu's pension, says - " Saali Dilli bahut gandi hai.." (This Delhi is such a filthy place..).
With a melange expression of surprise, disgust, anger and sorrow, I gave him a nasty look, but found it utterly pointless to make him understand his shamelessness. It was no use saying. Such people exist in tens of thousands. You simply cannot disregard them; considering that they are the yield of the same civilization you live in.
Alas, coming to this episode of mine, I realised to my vehement distaste that one of the fellows was chewing the oh-so-aromatic, darling of the masses -GUTKHA ('Unche log unchi pasand'). What wine red mouth watering (read: reddening) delicacy it is. And the pride in shooting out that jet of blood red discharge. Ah !
So this rich-red soul neatly lets out his brilliant tobacco-spit on the middle of the road. Needless to say, the spurt closely misses a biker (much to the bad luck of the radiant spit). So far so good. Now this spitter lets out a dejected sigh, takes a long and awaiting look at the congested traffic and with the ease of a retired Government Babu's pension, says - " Saali Dilli bahut gandi hai.." (This Delhi is such a filthy place..).
With a melange expression of surprise, disgust, anger and sorrow, I gave him a nasty look, but found it utterly pointless to make him understand his shamelessness. It was no use saying. Such people exist in tens of thousands. You simply cannot disregard them; considering that they are the yield of the same civilization you live in.
Compulsive Malignants..!
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