After a hectic day at the university, me and my brother were going back to the place of tranquility and peace called "Home".
When we reached Shahrah-e-Faisal to no surprise the road was blocked with jam packed traffic and that was the point where my brother was struck with an awesomistically stupid idea of taking a divergence from Jinnah Hospital. My mind neglected the idea as the road there was less spacious and it would take us longer to reach home but my brother (as he thinks he is very smart) chose to diverge.
There we went on that road and with a lot of bumps and jumps we finally came to a clean and even surface on the school road adjacent to Askari 2 and 3. Suddenly a man passing by in a Suzuki Pick up shouted out of his window, " tire puncture hgaya hai tmara" (your tire has flattened a little). With an abusive word coming out of my brother's mouth the car stopped.
THE REAL STORY started here. We have just bought our new car and my brother had not tested the screw jack yet. he brought our the extra tire and started unscrewing the flat tire and he put me on the duty of lifting the car with the screw jack. I being a quite novice at this thing started with placing the screw jack rightly then held the lever placed in the holes and with all my power forced it to turn round and round and round but to my surprise it would not turn round and round and round. i questioned myself that it must be the cigarettes that have sucked the power out of me.So, with a little shameful and sad face i turned to my brother and told him that I couldn't spin it more than twice. He stood up with immense wrath and confidence and held the lever while constantly abusing me. He held the lever turned it rouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnndddddd...
WHAT THE HECK!!
He couldn't even give it a single spin and i suddenly felt that my chest was filled with an extra liter of gas as it has swollen up with pride ;)
Soon he realized that the jack was broken and of no use. He stood up helplessly, unable to see into my eyes and asked for my mobile. He called his friend to ask (who lived near by) where the nearest tire shop was. No commendable reply from there as well.
The last option was to stop someone to lend us a jack so that we could fix our extra tire in place of the flat one. And that was the time when i witnesses what the topic is all about. No one would stop to help us and after half an hour of waving we sat down helplessly on the foot path.
To our immense surprise a guy in his top less Suzuki stopped near us. For the first time in life i felt an angel came in a human attire but as soon as he smiled the concept of angelic smile was withered down by his "GUTKHA STRUCKEN TEETH".
He asked the problem, brought out his jack placed it HIMSELF, replaced the tire, put on the new one, said thanks and went away.
Now here i observed two sorts of people one who have been so accustomed to fear so much by the conditions of our city and collectively our country that they cannot trust an anonymous person on the road.
And one who come, serve and disappear like angels.
Now who are more likely to be successful here and the world here after ???
