“ I’m getting tired . I can’t stand like this any more.” One of the two black men next to me ,presumabley not from a developed country, grumbled . Obviously,he was refering to the Hobson’s choice that hundreds of thousands of Indians are faced with when they commute in a cramped railway coach. It happened seven years ago.I was on my way to Mumbai from Jamnagar.To cut a long story short, I somehow managed to get into a packed unreserved compartment and secured a toehold, near the door ,next to the aforementioned black men .To be honest, I was rather taken aback by what I heard from the robustly–built man.Untill then, having read in history books about the ferocity of Abyssinian merceneries in countless wars and in recent times of the exploits of the likes of Carl Louise and Mike Tison,I was quite conviced of the invincibility of the African people. “You can’t be!.Even I am okay .You’re supposed to be stronger than us .”I told him in a light...
An interesting word Sathya. I like it! - Dave
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