It was about six in the evening. I stepped out from my office at Nehru Place to catch a bus to Vikaspuri and was amazed to see dark clouds roaring high just above me. I loved the weather but was tense about getting back home safely. It began to rain hard and I could not to get a bus back home for long. My phone got switched off because accidentally it slipped in the water. Finally, I got a bus and got seated at a drenched place. I was reciting names of different Gods and Goddesses as I could see the bus moving at a fast pace and after all, it was the Blue Line bus.
After 3 hours, I was about to reach my place but to my bad luck, the bus stopped because of a flat tyre. All of us got down.
I suddenly realised that some guys were following me. I started running down the lane and so did they. I ran on and finally reached my place fully drenched, and so did the guys chasing me. I shouted aloud in a hoarse voice, ‘papa bachao! ye ladke mera peecha kar rahe hain’ (dad help! these guys are chasing me).
Hearing this, one of them came closer to me and handed me my phone, that I’d left in the bus. I got stunned at that time and instead of cursing them or the evening, thanked them for their kind gesture. I then thought not all chasing ones [men] are dogs but yes, they could even act as angels sometimes.
— Trisha Mahajan
This incident happened around 3 months back. At a red light near Munirka, a young beggar approached me. I gave her five rupees. Another one also came. I’d only two rupees left in coins so I gave her that. She threw it back on my face and said she needed five rupees. I just lost my cool. I rolled up my window and left. Delhi beggars have some standard. I promised myself I’ll never give money to any beggar. It was totally disgusting.
— Kunal Arora