This was the setting(perfect!). I was driving my car along the Thadagam Road in the City,and stopped as the traffic light switched to red, near Avila.In front of me, a Skoda Laura was idling. I was just beginning to admire the immaculate shine on the car when its door opened from the inside - i could see a bracelet on the hand that was resting on the door handle,gold by the looks of it,and the guy's head peeped out,and bent low towards the road. Curious,i followed his gaze - what was the guy observing on the road?
A mouthful of tobacco or pan juice was squirted right onto the road. The guy wiped his mouth with a napkin,and dropped it right there. He closed the door,the signal turned green , and the car sped away.
As if nothing happened. I was careful not to drive over it.
I held this paradigm : People in Skoda Laura are wealthy and educated - now its changed - only a sign of wealth and not necessarily a sign of education . That guy had not an iota of Civic Sense.( cliched but popular "civic sense ah? oru kilo enna velai" stereotypes)
Evokes the memory of the image of a guy spitting from the window of a bus onto the traffic below , and the verbal duel that followed, between the guy on the bus and the rather unfortunate guy on the bike,who was passing the bus by its side. Poor guy.
Its everywhere,the 'gob' - railway stations,bus stands,pavements, cut-roads - i dont understand,why arent they feeling repulsive when they do it at such public places? Plus its poses a risk of spreading disease . A spell should be cast so that for those who spit onto public property,it should fly back onto their faces. Would serve them good.