Hitting a Pedestrian in India..!
A young friend of mine banged into a pedestrian while riding his 1000cc motorbike in the early hours of this morning and I went off to the police station to see what I could do for him.
“What happened?” I asked the youngster while sitting outside the police station. A constable who was sitting nearby came over to my table, “I think I must explain what happens in India.”
“Sure,” I said, “but I would think the same thing happens all over the world!”
The constable looked at me sternly, “Here it is different! Let us assume the pedestrian is walking on the middle of the road!”
“Why should he walk in the middle of the road?” I asked.
“Mister! Good, clean people walk in the middle,” said the constable, “the sides are used for spitting, passing water, squatting and other equally important activities!”
“And pavements?” I asked.
“Why should he walk on rough pavement while you motorists have a smooth tarred road?” asked the constable angrily.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Now as this man is walking, from behind comes the evil monster!”
“Evil monster?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, an evil car, evil motor bike, evil truck, sometimes an evil cycle!”
“How could you call them monsters?” I protested mildly.
“Evil monsters,” the cop reminded me angrily.
“Ah yes evil,” I said, “but what is your definition of an evil monster constable?”
“Anything going faster than someone walking, is evil, can’t you see?” asked the cop getting up and standing over me.
“Yes, yes,” I said quickly, “anything faster than a man in the middle is a …”
“Wait a minute,” said the cop, “it could even be someone running across a road..”
“At a pedestrian crossing” I said brightly.
“Any spot is a crossing in this country,” said the constable angrily, “and if the evil monster’s speed is more than the speed of …”
“The man crossing..”
“Or walking on the middle of the road…”
“Ah yes..”
“Or even cycling..”
“Then the evil monster is immediately arrested for rash and negligent driving and causing injurious hurt!”
“I believe my friend could have been hurt,” I muttered.
“We are not bothered about him,” shouted the constable, “our job is to protect public from the …”
“Evil Monster..!” I whispered as the policeman arrested my young friend and led him inside the police station.
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