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"i wanna be rich! "


Unexpected niceness is overwhelming. You swear at me and I will give it back to you with interest, but if you pay a compliment, chances are I would recheck with you. There is a word for me but, euphemistically, you could call me a realist.

Around midnight, the two of us had a friend’s bike and were freaking out, reliving college. Soon the fuel died on us and we were stranded in the middle of a road, far enough from home. A man who probably worked at a restaurant nearby came to our help. He looked at one of the bikes parked, in a slightly shy and unsure manner.

We made out that it wasn’t his bike and he was looking to make some extra bucks. He looked at the bike for a couple of minutes and discussed something with the security guard there. I busied myself with the mobile phone dodging my righteousness, pretending I wasn't really a part of this. But I soon rang up someone to run a check on how much fuel cost these days. Yes, I am an ignorant fool, but it also means that I am poor.
However, I did my homework so that I am not duped by the professional thugs here.

They got a bottle, filled one-fourth of it and came to us. Vicky asked how much we owed him. I had a number in my head, but they said nothing. My eyes popped out and Vicky kept thanking them, incessantly. I felt like shit for having thought all that I did in my head as the man drove away on the bike and it was his. He didn’t look like a rich guy. On the contrary, a middle class guy in plain clothes, married with a kid or two who waited desperately for an increment.

Humanity of a stranger is cathartic and makes me romantic. But my mind was filled with millions of possibilities- What if I was an acquaintance to him who passed a snide remark at him years back that he had swallowed then? Perhaps, he would have taken pleasure in my misery and not helped me.
Isn't it plain easy to do a good deed and vanish with no paybacks? Aren't we all good people when we got less to do with people? What if he was cheating on his wife and in a desperate need to feel good about himself helped stranded strangers on a daily basis?

Maybe not.

Damn just how difficult is it to believe that some people have the ability to do things out of goodness of their hearts?!

He reminded me of that cabbie who had his house on property that was worth 10cr. I smirked at him while he said so, but then he drove half a km to return the phone that we had left in his car. A slap right across my face. I was thinking one day if I wanted to be rich, like all the people whose fathers pay their rent when they don’t make any bucks think. Yes, I do. I want to be rich, just as rich.

PS: All you strangers out there I, too, am a very nice person with a few trust issues.


BY :- JYOTI SINGH