Doctor Reading - Local Political Paper in the Bus

Doctor Reading - Local Political Paper in the Bus

 

This is the time of the year, everybody is little high in  his/her spirit and lax in one's own guard.

This extends from streetwise pickpocket to a computer hacker.

When one is under the weather, I mean alcohol, he loses his inhibitions.

The other day, I met an old doctor drunk to the under belly and was trying to behave like a policeman.

I did not know he was a doctor who had lost his senses.

He wanted to push me to the middle and sit (in a seat for three).

Besides, I was reading a local paper (not kind to the ruling party) and was fully engrossed in it.

I refused to move and curtly told him go and sit in the middle.

There was another guy in the other corner.

I am reading the paper, please do not disturb me in English and asked him whether he needs a Sinhala translation.

This is my original sin and the defense.

In Sri-Lanka, presently 95% cannot speak in proper English (Sinhala superiority complex has originated form this basic flaw in line of communication) except the minority community (Tamils and Muslims, especially the city dwellers (speak in English) fare much better in communication (etiquette) for their survival and specially in business).

The idea was to cut short my conversation.
 

I speak very little, even at home.
There is basic weakness, no healthy conversation or alternative views.
There is no place for atheists in Ceylon, (I am not an atheist) one has to form a club for survival.

Dogmatism is the way of life.

I repeated my statement without waiting in Sinhala and pretended to be reading the paper but visibly angry inside.

That is where, the old guy older than me made his cardinal sin/s.

He said;
 

One
You should go and read the paper at home.

It takes 2 hours for the bus to reach Panideniya from Kandy.

Only way to cure the boredom is to read a book, which I do but today it was a political paper
 

Two
I saw you refusing other passengers, rudely.
 

Yes, I did refuse few others and they were very RASH- some wearing BLUE Political UNIFORMS-my refusal was interpreted as rudeness not my inborn right to read the paper. 

The bus was not crowded and none of the commuters were polite-

they were very Rude and Rash.
 

Three
I am a doctor.

The third quip was an invitation for WAR.

He is doctor in his clinic not in the bus.  

Masterly inactivity was what was needed in a uncrowded bus. I never travel in a crowded bus and wait for the next bus. I used to travel always with a known guy whom I meet on daily basis but of my age. Guy with whom I used to travel died of coronavirus. The other guy who is younger would rush and reserve a middle seat for both of us. 

We have a chat. 

He has thousands of questions which I try to answer.

Now that I am in Australia he probably miss a piece of chocolate and sweet treats which I used to enjoy. He used to buy an extra pound of bread for the dogs, which I discouraged saying the bread prices will hit the roof  soon.

I hit the roof top of the bus instantly, without any jolt from the driver.

I blasted him with all the words that I could gather in English, in one second.

When, he was leaving and getting down I warned him never to Cross My Path again.

He was drunk.

Now I realize that he had observed me for some time from the back and wanted to teach me a lesson since I was reading a political paper opposing his views and siding the opposition.

It was an intended political onslaught.

 

Basically uninvited interference.

 

He got back what he deserved.

I never pretended I was a doctor..

The conductor and bus driver knew who I was and I am pretty sure they would take my side in a physical over reaction. 

I never had to use my left jab in day to day life.
 

I said; I pity the patients who is consulting this Drunk Doctor.

I am particularly Rash on doctors.

One day, I blasted a young Lady Doctor who broke the queue, in a not so busy pharmacy door.

This is Ceylon and how an average  Buddhist shows his/her custom is primitive.

We see an ultra-violent election campaign, now.

Either, we are completely Passive or overtly Aggressive.

What my bone of contention is, (in a working democracy) the very existence of democracy cannot survive, if we are at two extremes and opposing poles.

I tried to take the middle ground and do a bit of reform, even in a mundane affair like commuting in a public conveyance.

But I am failing miserably.

The above story is for an average web browser, to take note.

There are no rules (I hate social media now) like in a public transport.

There are no guardian angels.

Everybody including me is at risk.

 

This is the time of the year hackers Thrive taking your liberties specially if under the influence of alcohol.

ENJOY your SPIRITS.
STAY at HOME.

Do not drive especially, the super Electronic HIGHWAY.

Give your computer a holiday.

Please DO NOT RESPOND to POP UPS.

I of course do a full upgrade of  my very OLD computer towards the end of the year.

I just finished it (I was home bound due to torrential rain and Elections.)

Good Luck till I see you next year.

Thank you to all those who browsed my Linux Tit Bits.

Please ignore my political aberrations, even though I try to be neutral.

There is nothing called neutrality in politics.

It is always SELFISH DESIRE.