I had gone to school to get a "Review Form" attested by the Principal of our school. Just for the sake of the convenience of a few fellow ignorant readers – well, a review form is a device which students attempt to use to ‘try’ and get their answer scripts rechecked – a method to express dissent, a tool to try and bring to justice and correct what is bound to be wrong. For the Council, on the other hand, it serves as a cool means to make some nice money – for seldom anything happens to such pleas…
Anyway, my current post does not concern any such dubious papers such as “Review” forms. On the other hand it deals with yet another episode on my ‘quest’ to achieve what the description of this Blog expounds.Quite a few of us had reached school yesterday. (Don’t worry – I wasn’t the lone victim around). We would have left quite early having fulfilled our purpose had it not been for the excellent management of the office staff who gave us concrete evidence of the fact that after all we are residents of Calcutta. My post doesn’t concern them.
When I was returning from school along with a friend – Rohit Roy (quite an eccentric character in himself) I was crossing an over bridge when a man suddenly came running after me. He had some papers in hand and this is what he said –
“Bhaiya, Sai Baba aapke raksha karega. Mujhe hospital jana hai par mere paas paisa nahi hai. Emergency hai! Kya aap bhaade ka paisa de sakte hain? Sai Baba aapko dekhega…”
(Brother, God will look after you. I have to go to the hospital but I have no money. It’s an emergency. Can you please give me some money for the bus fare? God will look after you…)
I was astonished. He looked a genuine case to me. At least that is what the current state of my mind made me believe. I asked – “Kitna?” (How much?) and gave him a ten rupee note and walked away…
