As I started my drive back to Chandigarh from Delhi last week I saw a person urinating by the side of street within 2 minutes. Before I realized what was happening I found myself tapping on his shoulder before he had a chance to zip it up.
Some excuses and minor preaching later, I realized that there are just two types of people in India.
- Those who urinate in public.
- Those who stop them.
If you aren’t one- then you must be the other.
I’ve been the other for way too long. So I decided to stop and interrupt every man’s urinary bliss for the rest of the drive.
They kept coming.
…And kept coming.
…And coming.
And I kept stopping them.
73 of them in 4 hours and 250 Kms.
Seventy three !!!
Wow…
This is us claiming that dahrti hamari maa hai (our land is our mother)… Or is it really our whore, our mistress (as a vegan I DETEST even typing such words….or worse).
At what point do we think it’s okay to urinate in public.
But the truth is since I never stopped anyone before today. I am just as guilty of allowing someone to urinate on my mother—unless my country is my whore too.
So let us decide if it really is our mother.
Then we will be the people who will stop others.
Because I know when stopped, they all either say ‘You are right. I am sorry.” Or they say the one thing that justifies all bad habits in the world.
“Everybody does it.”
Well I don’t.
And I won’t let you.
indersandhu 