In my previous posts I had written about my experience with Auto men in Chennai.
Now about a Taxy man in Bangalore.
On one Sunday afternoon, I got seated in a Taxy, a share type, along with three other passengers, at Marathahalli bus stop. After few stops on the way all got down and I was the only left in the cab.
I got down at Silk Board Junction and offered the fare to the taxy man.
He flatly refused to accept the money and hurriedly crossed over to the other side of the road.
He just melted away into the crowd and I could not trace him.
He had done a great service to a senior citizen like me.
I just turned around and I saw a hand stretched asking for alms. I just dropped a rupee coin on his palm and moved away towards Bansankari to catch another bus.
While in that bus I just looked back about the taxy incident. I in my inner heart felt that I should have
given the entire taxy fare to the alms seeker because that money belonged to somebody else.
I am still ashamed of that, of my attitude
Now about a Taxy man in Bangalore.
On one Sunday afternoon, I got seated in a Taxy, a share type, along with three other passengers, at Marathahalli bus stop. After few stops on the way all got down and I was the only left in the cab.
I got down at Silk Board Junction and offered the fare to the taxy man.
He flatly refused to accept the money and hurriedly crossed over to the other side of the road.
He just melted away into the crowd and I could not trace him.
He had done a great service to a senior citizen like me.
I just turned around and I saw a hand stretched asking for alms. I just dropped a rupee coin on his palm and moved away towards Bansankari to catch another bus.
While in that bus I just looked back about the taxy incident. I in my inner heart felt that I should have
given the entire taxy fare to the alms seeker because that money belonged to somebody else.
I am still ashamed of that, of my attitude
