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Life's Like That

By Zal Nowsherwanji

A long time back, once during my stay in Hyderabad, I, along with my brother, boarded a public bus at the stand close to our house to go to the police station and meet the Inspector to assist him in a public enquiry case which was under investigation. The bus was extremely overcrowded.

Immediately after the tickets were purchased and the bus moved, I realized that I had forgotten to take from home an important document relevant to the Enquiry. So, I suggested to my brother to get down from the bus at the next stop and bring the documents to the Police Station quickly. I proceeded ahead, so that I could meet the Inspector at the appointed time.

No sooner my brother landed and the bus speed off a commotion started in the bus, as a passenger was howling when he found that his pocket was picked. In the fracas, some passengers, suspecting my brother leaving the bus abruptly as fishy, targeted me as the culprit. My explanation to justify his getting down before the destination proved futile. Some passengers hurled abuses, branding me as a "gentleman-thief". Some even manhandled me. Some sane passengers advised that I should be handed over to the police. At the conductor's insistance, the bus drove to the Police Station, in the process, considerable time was wasted. As we entered the Inspectors room, lo and behold, I saw my brother there. All the commuters were dumb-founded to see the Inspector greeting me, saying that the document that my brother gave him was crucial for the enquiry.

Surprisingly, at the same time, a constable was producing before the Inspector the real culprit, a notorious pickpocket, with the picked purse. He was caught while fleeing after alighting from the bus. The whole sequence vindicated my innocence. The victim of the pickpocket was lucky to recover his purse intact, thanks to the police vigilance.

My fellow passengers profusely expressed their regrets and apologies to me, which I sportingly accepted, heaving a sigh of relief and taking solace in the popular maxim: "All's well the ends well."

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