It
was a late night ice cream eating craving that took my wife and me to BDA
complex in Banashakari 2nd stage, in Bangalore. It is a beautiful
place and normally houses good crowd as the eateries are good and the place
makes you feel like a true Bangalorean. It is 10 in the night and we parked our
bike in the stand and headed to the Baskin Robbins and spent good 45 minutes
there and headed back home by 10.45 ish… I sat on the bike and my wife behind
me, we started; however I felt something was not right. The bike was all wobbly
and I stopped after confirming that something has gone wrong. It was 11 in the
night and the tyre of the bike is punctured. Where would anyone get a mechanic
to fix it at that hour of the day? When we were discussing our bad luck, he
appears, a man with all the things needed to fix our bike. He was on his bike
and he saw our bike in the front and said in Kannada, “Sir, I see the tyre is
punctured and I think, we need to fix it”. We expressed our grief and how fixed
we are at that time of the day. He says, he has everything to fix our bike and
we were thrilled with the fact that he was there to help. We were cheering and
just couldn’t believe our luck. We were even thinking that our good deeds of
the past resulted in such a miracle. We thanked him more than required, paid
him more than what he asked for, for all his help and kindness towards us. We came
home on a high as we were so happy that someone helped us at almost midnight.
We
narrated the story to my parents and they were happy, while my wife was
speaking to them, it flashed to me that the guy might have actually punctured
the bike tyre and played all innocent and helpful. We sat back and understood
the events that happened and it clearly showed that we were taken for ride.
Felt bad about it and was humiliated by the thought of not judging the situation.
