Having decided henceforth to travel to office and back on roller-skates and save the earth, I came out of the house this morning wearing a pair of skates.
Since I had skated somewhat in my very early yourth, it came back easily. Skating is like swimming or cycling, once you know it, you never forget. So maintaining balance was not a problem, but there were other problems.
A neighbour saw me from his window and shouted down: "what are you up to, skating about, it is Monday morning. Don't you have to go to work?"
"No, no," I said, "I am on my way to work on skates, to cut down on pollution, you know, after the Earth Day."
An elderly lady, whom I almost bumped into, said: "Why don't you jog like other men."
"I told her: "Madam, I am sorry. However, I am not doing this for exercise, I am saving the earth."
A father, taking his son to school, pointed at me and said: "See that man, he never went to school. So now he has no job and spends his time skating about."
A small boy stopped me and said: "Excuse me, sir, are you working in a circus?"
"No," I told him, "I am working in an office."
A large crowd observed me as I passed by a bus-stop. One of them announced: "I thin they are shooting some Hindi film."
At a traffic light, beggars surrounded me. And since there was no window to put up, they pushed and jostled me, pulled my shirt out of the trousers. Fortunately, the flight changed.
A man in a passing car, which kept pace with me, said: "You are living behind times. V.P. Singh does not want you to run for you your country, Rajiv Gandhi did."
"I am not running for my country, I am running for the earth," I told him.
A policeman stopped me, took me aside, and wanted to see my licence. As I was arguing, a passing taxi-driver shouted: Array usko panch rupia dey aur baat khatam karo."
A man wanted to know: "What are you advertising?"
"Earth Day," I said. "I am advertising Ė Save The Earth."
"Haah," said the man.
A police officer told me: "You cannot skate, between 9 a.m. and 7 p.m., on Marine Drive, Veer Nariman Road, Dababhoy Naoroji Road, from it s junction with Waudby Road to its junction with Kala Ghoda. Take the back lanes."
Finally, when I skated into the office, the chief said: "You either work for the paper or you work for Mrs. Maneka Gandhi's ministry. Make your decision."