His
name was Bakkaasura. A rather strange name for a guy like him; for he was
unlike any legendary Asura in his demeanor. While there were many people in
this world who had the name Satya or had an appendage to their name as Satya
but were in no way followers of Satya, here was a man who had the name of a
demon but was in reality such a noble soul that he never harmed or hurt even a
single living being.
Sura
as Bakksasura came to be called by his family, relatives and friends was a man
of Truth. He was the very embodiment of Satya inspite of possessing such a
demonic name. Sura was truly a law abiding citizen and I can say without
exaggerating that Sura had never broken even a single law of the land during
his lifetime on earth. While Sura was such a noble person, his external
appearance was gross and ugly. With thick eye brows, coarse mustache and
bulbous nose he was certainly not a contestant for the title of Mr. India
Sura
was born of middle class parents and had done well in his early education.
However, he was not a very ambitious person and while his classmates who were
less than average had soared to great heights, Sura remained content to be an
ordinary clerk in a very small company. While his colleagues in the company all
made extra pocket money by indulging in corruption, Sura remained content with
his salary and lived a very simple life. In short we can say, Sura lacked the
sly cunning required to grow and prosper in today’s society.
Sura
had a very old cycle with which he used to commute to work everyday. However,
at the insistence of his wife and only child, Sura had recently purchased a
motorcycle on hire purchase. Sura used to drive very carefully on the roads of
Chennai. He was indeed a conscientious driver who never violated even a single
traffic rule. In fact, he would faithfully put on his left indicator as well as
put out his left hand while taking a left turn and would put on his right
indicator as well as put out his right hand while taking a right turn. He would
never overtake anybody from the left even if it was a pedestrian, nor would he
ever go across the yellow line in the median. He would stop sincerely at all
signals when the light was red while other drivers would not even bother to
obey the traffic signals.
His
adherence to the laws of the land and the traffic rules on the road was so
perfect that even his family and friends used to make fun of him for being so
sincere. Even when there was no traffic what so ever on the road he would stop
patiently at the red light and wait for it to turn green before proceeding on
his way.
One
day while Sura was driving on a hundred feet road, he found that there was no
traffic on the road since it was a holiday. However, when he approached a
crossing and found the signal turning to red he lifted up his right hand to
show to those coming behind that he was going to stop at the signal and stood
right on the white line meant for parking.
Meanwhile,
a city transportation bus which had been coming at a fairly good speed did not
even bother to slow down at the signal and rudely knocked off Sura from his
bike. Sura was thrown into the air and his helmeted head hit an iron lamp post
on the side of the road with such great impact that not only his helmet but his
skull along with it cracked into two.
As
his life blood oozed out of him and his consciousness began to fade gradually,
the last thought which ran through Sura’s mind was one of happiness. Happiness
and joy in the fact that he was finally leaving a country where there was
neither respect nor life for the law abiding.
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