Today I write to you as a troubled Earthian again, but this time I write not directly to you. This very special time, I send along one diary excerpt. It is for you to know how I actually felt after the incident happened. I would like to say nothing more as of now, as I am deeply troubled by the happenings on earth. I wish that such trouble may not touch you when you descend on this complex land
We were walking together, laughing our backs off. As we walked out of college, another day was over. We decided to stay back and click some pictures. The fragrance of the boiling corn spread through the group, the chat masala tingled our noses and we craved for corn. Nothing could stop us as we all walked across to buy corn. Just as I was getting my order, I felt something pinch me. At first I ignored it, assuming it to be some loser from the crowd that was slowly growing around this lucky corn seller who was going to make a fortune today. But later the incessant pinching continued.
As I turned to see who the hell was so annoying, all ready to punch them I saw an old man. Yes he was begging and he was pinching. Honestly, I don't really give beggars money because they are annoying and they can earn themselves. But sometimes I feel pity for old people and end up giving them something. This particular man though was an exception, the very look of him annoyed me. How dare he pinch me?
I shouted at him and controlling my temper I walked to the other side. All of us were sort of freaked. You may ask why I didn't react...but the answer to that lies in the fact that this man looked mentally unstable. We all felt it, and as psychology students we are taught how to deal with them. But he was no normal person, he was a beggar and a greedy one at that. So we just ignored him. He continued pestering us, till we finally told him to get the hell out of there and stop irritating us like a buzzing bee. The corn seller frantically shouted at this man too because people were running away from his stall due to the creepy old man. We were indeed saved. *Sigh*
On the way back home, as I always did, retrospecting, I thought of various aspects. I've already spoken about beggars once but that is not what I want to say this time. Shouting at the old man made me feel sad and guilty. He was not really in his senses and I couldn't blame him. But what else would one do when someone was pinching you? Tell me what would you do? He even tried to snatch my friend's ice cream. How can people behave like that, old or not?
What would you have done?
As I said I won't say anything more, I'll just bid goodbye for now, but I will be back soon when I'm well to talk again dear person, keep safe and don't come to earth as of now, it is not a nice place as you see.
P.S: A fashion blog post coming soon too. And don't forget to mail me, with pictures or letters. I love hearing from you.