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We
had reached our destination after a long drive of three hours. The density of
traffic is so high that one has to be vigilant each moment. We had set out to
attend the funeral of our uncle who had passed away at the age of 105. We used
to drop in and spend some time with him whenever we were passing through the
area. We were sad that he had departed for his heavenly abode. He had been
jovial all the time. Our visits had always prompted him to crack jokes. He had
enjoyed our visits and we were all having a good time together. At the age of 104 he had showed indications
that he was losing his bearings. There had been a memory lapse. He had found it
difficult to identify the people he was meeting. We had been to his place two
months ago and we could understand that he was slowly withering away.
The
funeral service was on as we reached the residence. There was a big crowd of
mourners. The place was a few Kilometers off the State Highway
There
were senior Police Officers and a large number of Policemen to direct the reverse traffic. They
were all very polite and courteous. They helped me park my vehicle in the
courtyard of a house so that the truck could be moved out of the way of the
minister. I really admired the manner in which they were handling a difficult
situation. The ministerial convoy moved on and the Police left the scene with
the heave of a sigh.
Though
the force was polite and courteous, the over zealousness of an official junior
in rank left me wondering why behavioral science is not administered in all
seriousness in the training college. He
was not at all impolite. But he seemed out of place among the rest, who were
excellent taskmasters at once polite and courteous.
