It was a regular working day at Bangalore, soothingly sunny and good weather. The India’s great metro city was vibrant, like every day with young professionals moving focused, zooming in their vehicles, some going home and many probably to their office, to meet their USA and European clients’, deadline. The scene on the roads, inspite of the best effort, of comparatively efficient Bangalore Police Force; was of commotion, traffic jam, pedestrian Jay walking and chaos.
Dr Rahul Dubey, a handsome, tall and smart young man, was on his Bullet Classic motorcycle, on his way to Indiranagar, on a professional call, to the chain of clinics of the Doctors Firm, where he works; time was extremely premium to him. For the reason of quick reach, he was moving by a motorcycle not a car.
The time was 1600h, peak hour of the day, for heavy traffic of all forms.
Dr Rahul Dubey, on reaching near Koramangala, on Hosur road; realized that he was into a massive traffic jam; having no way/option, he decided to exercise his expertise of bike riding, to squeeze, moving his way through to the head of the traffic jam column. The traffic light count indicated, that only few seconds were remaining for the light to turn green, “Good he thought, to himself,” still enough time with him for his call of Doctors duty.
It is at that time, in that split second; Dr Rahul Dubey, noticed a man attempting to cross the road. Almost, at all angles and attempt, the man was narrowly missing the fast moving vehicular traffic from hitting him; this strange feat was happening on the adjacent road. The light turned green, simultaneously.
Dr Rahul Dubey, could immediately sense the danger to the pedestrian; parking his bike, at the same place, he ran to the Jay walker.
The traffic lights were still green, and it is during the same time, another man, of Dr Rahul Dubey age; his car now parked in the centre of the jam, blocking all vehicular move; came out running to the same pedestrian; he was also, probably, observing and had seen the man looming towards extreme danger. A huge commotion followed, vehicular public was now thoroughly agitated, all had noticed the pedestrian in trouble, but than they thought, it is none of their business; God should take care of such people.
Both these conscientious, young youth of India, on reaching the pedestrian in distress; realized that the man was absolutely blind, helpless and innocently oblivious of the threat to his life. The crescendo of honking was alarmingly perilous. It is then, Dr Rahul Dubey, told the other good hearted Samaritan, to leave, and remove his car, which was blocking the traffic at the junction.
Turning his attention towards the helpless man, Dr Rahul Dubey, who was already holding his hand; asked the destination, the exact place, the blind man was heading and wanted to go. “Domlur” he said, “Well”, said, Dr Rahul Dubey, since he was going to Indiranagar, he would drop him at Domlur. “What do you do?” the blind man asked Dr Rahul Dubey. On being told that he was a Doctor, he seemed eager to ask further question; “Well than”, the man inquired, “Can he make Rs 400/, if he sold his blood at St John’s Hospital.” “Why do you want to do that”? Dr Rahul Dubey inquired. “I want to buy the white cane, and I am falling short of Rs 400/,” the blind man painstakingly replied. Dr Rahul Dubey could understand that the man was referring to the white Hoover" cane, designed primarily as a mobility tool used to detect objects in the path of a user.
The blind man held Dr Rahul Dubey tightly, sitting pillion on his Bullet Classic; they zoomed past, avoiding all major chronic traffic junctions of Bangalore nasty traffic; reaching Domlur, the place where the blind man desired to be ferried. “Wish You All The Best,” Dr Rahul Dubey, expressed, during parting hand shake of the blind man. “Would you mind if I gift you with Rs 500/, it will solve your shortfall of Rs 400/, and then you need not sell your blood.”Handing over the gift, Dr Rahul Dubey melted into the traffic, towards Indiranagar. “Some days are special and challenging”, he thought, “and appear in your life occasionally to test you”. Did he pass the test, he wondered??
“YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE OR SO IT SEEMS. ONE LIFE FOR YOURSELF AND ONE FOR YOUR DREAMS” Nancy Sinatra, was humming in his ears, along with gust of cool breeze, entering his helmet; funneling by zooming Bullet bike speed.
THIS PROBABLY IS, A SOLDIERS LEGENDARY LEGACY, TO A SON OF A DECORATED SOLDIER.
