Every time I see Sabrina Lall looking very pleased with herself on television, I feel satisfied. That woman has gumption and persistence. She’s a role model in a way, someone who bucked heads with the offenders and upholders of the law, head-on. What a woman.
On a different note, I took a local bus into town this morning and sat next to this rather flaky looking chap, for lack of more empty seats. Ater a while I felt a pressure on my arm; this chap was sneakily jabbing me every few seconds. I jerked away from his arm and hoped that this feirce response would put an end to his little cheap thrill.
From the corner of my eye it looked like he was tugging at something. My curiosity got the better of me and it was not a pretty sight. The lowlife was tugging on his whatchamacallit, right there in broad daylight and on a public bus.
I was shocked more than repulsed at the audacity of this chap, going about his business so casually, as if he were stroking his cat. I jumped up and yelled to the conductor in Konkani: Do you know what this man is doing?
To which conductor saab looked at the chap sheepishly and asked him to behave himself, as if he were admonishing a miscreant child. No one on the bus, male or female reacted. It was as if they were all dead and disinterested. Sigh! I got off the bus and went about my business.
If he had dared to touch me I would have made his life HELL, that’s for sure.
