Dilli. Dilwaalon ki.

It’s so true going by this incident. I was working for Interpub advertising then( for a short while) and I was posted for 3 months in Delhi to look after the creative dept and restructure it completely.  It was a cold winter night. And I was on my way home with my colleague on his bike.  Obviously being new to the city I was a bit apprehensive taking a taxi home (especially hearing that Delhi is never safe in the night for women). So I jumped on to my colleague’s bike happily. As we drove towards my brother’s home, where I was staying. My colleague suddenly realized there was hardly any fuel in the bike. We drove on searching for a fuel station. But we couldn’t find any nearby fuel stations.  Finally we came across one and with a sigh of relief we entered the petrol pump but our happiness was short lived. The guard there, covered head to toe in winter clothes, with just his eyes visible, muffled – “it’s shut”.  So again we drove off looking for the next petrol pump. By now it was really cold on the bike and I just wanted to reach to the warmth of my brother’s home. We drove a long lonely stretch and there was not a single petrol pump nearby. Just as I started panicking, we ran out of fuel completely. We halted and pulled the bike to the road side. My colleague decided to take help from strangers passing by or hitch hike whatever came our way. I Had no choice but to go along with whatever he said. Well as usual nobody neither stopped nor bothered. And those who did would slow down to see me, as if I was out in the zoo to be watched. lol

Strange but true. Finally a Sardar in his 50s (and no it’s not a sardar joke) stopped by in that long lonely stretch and asked us what happened. When we explained him, the guy turned round and said – “koi problem nahiji. You take fuel from me”. (no problem brother, take fuel from my scooter) I was taken aback. Obviously thinking the worst as to why would a strange man help without a reason?  But there was no filmy drama to it.  The gentleman removed most of the fuel from his scooter and left a little bit as he had to go nearby and hence didn’t need much. And he drove away quietly. He didn’t take any money either. Nor did he ask us where we stayed or make any other demands. 

Moral of the story: There are still a few good Samaritans in the world who help people for the sake of humanity and without a reason. True Dilli Dilwalon ki hai.