Get old soon and you then get to sit

I was coming in a crowded BEST bus this morning. An old man had seated himself on the single-seat-for-the-handicapped, way up in front of the bus, beside the driver. Now this man had boarded the bus from my stop and I had been observing him before while I waited for the bus to arrive. He was particularly agile for his age (must be around 65) - for he was running around from stop to stop in order to catch the first available bus.

Coming back to the scene inside the bus ... Soon at a stop a young man in a plaster got in from the front and our old man immediately vacated his seat for him. After all the seat he had occupied was meant for such passengers. I thought that inspite of the guys age, he's vacated the seat, weheras infact the other two seats-reserved-for-the-handicapped had been occupied by able bodied normal men, and they too could have offered to vacated their seats for the guy in the plaster. Anyway this is beside the point. Now what the agile old man did was, he headed strainght for the seats reserved for Senior Citizens (Jayesht Nagarikasathi). There was a young brash son-of-the-soil who was sitting in the place. Old's asked him to vacate, which the son-of-the-soil refused. Old's then pointed to the sticker on which it was written that the seat was reserved for senior citizens. The young guy said that he had seen him first vacating the handicapped seat and was now asking him to get up. Old's wasnt in any mood of relenting and shouted out to him - Tum bhi jaldi se boodhe ho jao - phir tumko bhi seat mil jayegi. (Even you get old as soon as possible, then even you would get the seat). Son-of-the-soil had to get up. There was no option.

(It was a double retribution for the son-of-the-soil. Firstly, being asked to get up, and secondly by an old man - apparently from the cow belt. An imporant message out here - This is Bombay. Nobody owns it. Play by the rules. And dont mess.)