(contd from previous post)
Life cruised
on merrily until he bumped into former class-mate of his on one of his regular
visits to the station. ‘Hi, Vishy, are
you going somewhere?’ asked Mohan.
‘No, I am here
to help someone I know get into the train’, said Vishy. After the exchange of pleasantries, Vishy
learnt that Mohan was appointed as a clerk in the Accounts Department of the
Railways, and that he got his ticket confirmed through the Emergency
Quota. Suddenly, Vishy felt odd-indeed,
a petty clerk had a right royal way of getting tickets confirmed (i.e., by
being a railway employee), while he was dealing in manipulation and earning his
livelihood by it! Moreover, jobs in the Railways were permanent, and one could
be assured of regular income and lead one’s own life, with no requirement to
bribe one’s way through. The best way to
beat bureaucracy was by being a part of it, he felt. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by guilt and
wanted to get into the railways to be assured of traveling accommodation.