I have newly taken charge as Manager of a commercial bank in the rural branch. It’s a nice village with the population engaged in agriculture, mainly livestock farming. The people are well-mannered and calm.
It was lunchbreak. I had brought my new car also to this place while shifting. I got the Learner license and need some more practice to take it out in the full traffic. I used to go for small rounds during lunchbreak. As it is a small village, I feel more confident to drive here. One day, I was on my usual trip, and on the midway, I suddenly noticed a goat on the road just in front of my car. But it was too late to apply the brake and somehow I managed to stop the car. As the goat also moved away a bit, it was saved but got injured. I got down from the car and observed that the goat was injured on one leg and it was limping. There was no one in and around the spot. So, I decided to leave the scene without making any enquiry.
I was back in my office in another twenty minutes and was immersed in my work. After half an hour or so, a middle-aged man carrying a goat on his shoulders rushed into my cabin and said, “One hour back my goat was run over by your car and got injured, and you vanished from the scene without even making a preliminary enquiry. What do you say?”
My pride did not permit me to admit my mistake to this villager. So, I decided to take a defensive stand, and said, “It was not my fault. I was going on the right track only. The goat came on the wrong side.”
The villager said with a secret smile ignoring my arrogance, “My dear sir, if the goat had the sense of right side and wrong side, it would be sitting in your chair. Am I right?”
Disclaimer: All characters appearing here (including the Goat) are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
