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I have never tasted meat. I believe that for an animal to become food on the plate involves pain. And so I don't eat cause I don't want to hurt it. I say this because i want to share with you something I did the other day that is against everything that I believe in.
I live in a crowded city. And it is only getting crowder each day. And as the city and it's roads are getting full, people have lesser and lesser place for themselves. In other words, more and more people are sharing the same place. And this congestion is making people do things that degrade respect and value for each other.
The other day, I was returning from my office. I drive a motorbike. In my job, i have to deal with a few boneheads. And that day was particularly difficult as there was a yelling match with one of them in the office. I was tired and was just looking forward to a good meal and a good sleep.
On my way home, I reached a particularly busy stretch of road that was not illuminated adequately. Now this road, i took a billion times because my schooling was in that area. My speed was around 35 kph, it was around 8:30 pm and I just overtook an rtc bus from right. From no where came this middle aged Individual onto road. He was smack right in front of me.
I begin my evasive maneuvers. First, I cut left (remember, there is a bus right behind me, like within 2-3 meters) and this guy steps forward. And then I cut right, and this guy steps backward, blocking my way. Finally, with little more than a meter to spare, i cut left again and he steps forward, again. And then I don't do anything and go right through him. He gets hit, but does not fall down because he is not that old and also because I am not driving at break neck speed. I look back but don't even stop.
I spent a lot of time thinking about it later. And I realized a couple of things. Firstly, while I did attempt to get him out of my way, I realized that I did not slam on the brakes. For some reason, I did not want to stop there, even if it meant hurting him. And secondly, there were no zebra crossings on that road for over a kilometer there (it was a one way). If I were in his place, I would have had to cross the road there, risking my life (which was what he did).
Although he might not be injured, I do carry with me this burden. On the one hand, I have this feeling that I did something wrong, and on the other, I feel like I did not have a choice (the long commute, the brutal race to get an inch of space, and the fatigue).
And so, I share it with you in this box.
I live in a crowded city. And it is only getting crowder each day. And as the city and it's roads are getting full, people have lesser and lesser place for themselves. In other words, more and more people are sharing the same place. And this congestion is making people do things that degrade respect and value for each other.
The other day, I was returning from my office. I drive a motorbike. In my job, i have to deal with a few boneheads. And that day was particularly difficult as there was a yelling match with one of them in the office. I was tired and was just looking forward to a good meal and a good sleep.
On my way home, I reached a particularly busy stretch of road that was not illuminated adequately. Now this road, i took a billion times because my schooling was in that area. My speed was around 35 kph, it was around 8:30 pm and I just overtook an rtc bus from right. From no where came this middle aged Individual onto road. He was smack right in front of me.
I begin my evasive maneuvers. First, I cut left (remember, there is a bus right behind me, like within 2-3 meters) and this guy steps forward. And then I cut right, and this guy steps backward, blocking my way. Finally, with little more than a meter to spare, i cut left again and he steps forward, again. And then I don't do anything and go right through him. He gets hit, but does not fall down because he is not that old and also because I am not driving at break neck speed. I look back but don't even stop.
I spent a lot of time thinking about it later. And I realized a couple of things. Firstly, while I did attempt to get him out of my way, I realized that I did not slam on the brakes. For some reason, I did not want to stop there, even if it meant hurting him. And secondly, there were no zebra crossings on that road for over a kilometer there (it was a one way). If I were in his place, I would have had to cross the road there, risking my life (which was what he did).
Although he might not be injured, I do carry with me this burden. On the one hand, I have this feeling that I did something wrong, and on the other, I feel like I did not have a choice (the long commute, the brutal race to get an inch of space, and the fatigue).
And so, I share it with you in this box.