One day while returning home I saw a middle aged man mercilessly beating a poor elderly man. Few other people were just standing there and watching the show. That picture made me so uncomfortable that I stopped my car just next to them and started honking to grab their attention. At the same time, I was yelling at the top of my voice to stop him. Luckily that tiny effort of mine made him stop. The old man was so weak that he just sat there. It seems he had no energy left in his body to stand up and run. Everyone standing there thought that I was a cop in civil dress.

    Then the man who was beating started narrating the whole story to me. According to him the old man tried stealing his money. He then showed a ten rupee note which the old man tried stealing from his pocket. While explaining the story, he burst into tears. He said, he was a roadside construction worker who worked hard to earn his daily wage. He has got his family to feed. Listening to that the old man had no defense. He immediately admitted that he tried stealing that ten rupee note as he was hungry since past 2-3 days. I was so overwhelmed by hearing this painful truth that I had no words to express. I just requested the construction worker not to take it any further. I gave both of them some fruits and some money.

    I don’t know what I did was right or wrong. I just followed my instinct. It was really painful for me to understand the sad reality of life.

    Being from a well-fed class of the society that talks about high moral values, I asked myself what I would have done if I were at that hungry old man’s place? That thought painfully pierced my heart and made me question my high moral. After all it was Huger who was the culprit.