One Night....

It was 11:30 Pm on September 1, 2006.. it was drizzling and I walked out of my office to get into my car and drive 36 long kilometers back home.... I had been in office for 14 hours and was tired and pissed off.... while on the road, it started raining heavily and traffic slowed down.. I got stuck in a jam at 12 AM in the night on Delhi-Gurgaon highway.... as I the traffic cleared everyone picked up pace and I too drove fast as I was already frustrated.... then I saw a sardarji in front of me on a LML scooter who also wanted to reach back home... drenched in water, he too drove a bit fast until he fell on the road as there was a big hole due to heavy rain... his scooter in the middle of the highway and he was lying about 7 metres away... not able to stand, a guy helped him out and I picked up his scooter and his shoes... with a twisted ankle and a number of wounds, how would he reach back? The look on his face made me feel that i am a lot better.... But why? Why did he fall? was it his mistake... can't he drive his vehicle at his own pace? He would have spent all his life paying taxes to our government and what did he get in return? A fall on the road.. It felt like someone has punished him for paying a part of his hard earned money (which he could have used to marry his daughter).... that's our great democracy... where Ford Endeavours line up for the politicians... and the man who paid for them is lying on the road at 12 AM in the night... long live our democracy....