Light evening drizzle, umbrella on hand, tired after 20 rounds of walking at the corporation park I was returning home hurriedly. A Taxi kept trailing behind me for over 100 metres, got irritated I turned back suddenly a scooter overtook the taxi, came in front of me and blocked my way.
A gentleman shouted, “Are you Mr Venkatarangan?”. Rattled, before my mouth opened to answer, my mind was running through a list of people who might not be liking me – I don’t owe money to anyone – I haven’t even met anyone new in the last few days to have them come chasing – I haven’t shouted about “politics” even in Facebook – I was courteous to the Ashok Nagar Police Officer who came to my house requesting me to install a CCTV facing the road – so what did I do for this encounter?
The gentleman parked his scooter on the side and extended his right arm with a friendly smile. The part of me which was shaking in fear settled down. “I am Balasubramaniam living near-by, I am a regular reader of your blog, you write very well(?) and it is a pleasure to get to meet you”. Hearing this I was relieved and I began flying in Cloud 9, telling him humbly “thanks, I am a common man blabbering online just like the other millions of Indians online”. For the next 10 minutes, till my phone rang with a call from my WIFE, we both were discussing the state of the economy, the IT Industry in India, and movies.
Thanks, Mr Bala, you made my day!
Also published on Medium.