As I was dumped in a road side garage, saw young Hritik sitting in the bus stop for hours. He deserved this fate… I felt this, seeing him waiting for the public bus, the frequency of which reduced due to lack of passengers.
Hritik was a young professional,
got placed in a reputed factory with handsome package after his graduation. He
was among the top earners in his family.
During his college days he was
known to be arrogant with don’t care attitude. Having no value for money nor
respect for others, he felt this is how the life should will be.
When he started the job, this
disrespect for other just increased. He was good on his work delivery however
he didn’t care for anything.
His father advised him for saving
and investment, but Hritik felt, it’s the age to enjoy and not to think of
saving for unknown future. He spent money in lavish way and unwarranted
things. When the need arises to own a
two wheeler for local commute, he felt instead of spending 50 – 60 thousand its
best to make use of things like me.
Well, I didn’t introduce myself –
I am a humble bike. I was purchased along some more
bikes by few hardworking, ambitious entrepreneurs, to start a bike renting
company in this mega city. I was supposed to be used by citizen for ease of
their work and travel. It was win-win situation for them and for my owners.
After initial launch days, people
like Hritik abused me. Instead of thinking that I am a service provider, I was
used like worthless item for their personal interests.
I was rented for short journeys
by my riders and after their work I was getting dumped in many undesirable
places. My spare parts were stolen, helmets were not kept back and finally some of my friends became disfigured permanently.
I still remember one day,after his late
evening party this guy took me on rent and he eventually parked me in an edge
of sewage drain canal, in a deserted area, just to ensure I fell in to it. I had
heard stories of him from other rented bikes, which were parked on middle of
highway or left abounded on top of busy flyovers.
When I was parked in such
undesirable place, one of his friends did ask Hritik why he is doing this always
after renting out, isn’t it unfair on the owners of the company to undergo lose
due to such deed. Hritik was unsympathetic and said it’s the Karma of the bike and its company and he
damn cares. He also confessed that he felt happy seeing such things getting
damaged due to accidents, with a remorseless smile on him.
This continued for many days and
I kept hearing about how my other bike friends were getting damaged by his
purposeful act. I felt upset about my owners undergoing lose due to such
people.
And then the pandemic crisis hit
the world. My company had major issues as there were not many takers for the
bike rides and on addition I was severely damaged due to the inhuman acts of
people like Hritik. I was left to the care of bike garage and I am resting here
from many months.
I also heard, Hritik lost his job
and it’s been six months now. With no savings to backup he is literally in
tears searching for new opportunities. Though getting few calls to attend
interviews, he is not able to be on time as he can’t afford the same bikes
which he ridiculed earlier and wait for the unscheduled public transport. This
has pushed him to undue pressure and today he is sitting in this bus stop
waiting for his next destination.
The same bikes which were pushed to scrap, like me, are watching the Karma getting bounced at people like Hritik.
Disclaimer: All the incidents, characters,
names are fictitious and any resemblance to anyone or events is pure
coincidence.
