I jump on into the bus. The conductor impatiently strikes the ‘double-bell’, signaling the take-off. The bus is already filled and there is standing room only.
An old man had also got in with me. He seems visibly tired. He tells the conductor in low voice.
‘I am physically challenged’.
There are two seats reserved for the ‘challenged’. There are two unchallenged already in the seat. The two remains seated..... unmoved.
The conductor requests one of them to move out for the old man. The two looks here and there to see if anyone else is kind enough for the gesture. The old man asks again, this time in a loud voice.
The imploring goes on and on. Still no one in the bus is ready to forsake their comforts.
Is corruption exclusive for the political class? Don’t we see corruption in every sphere of life.