I seriously don’t get this.
Recently when I was waiting in Chennai Central Railway Station I saw a short movie being telecast on a big screen TV. They showed how someone befriends a co-passenger and convinces them to drink a cool drink which was mixed with sleeping pills or something else to make them faint. The person drinks it and finds all their valuables missing the next day morning.
The video was made so dramatically that I was smiling almost throughout! 🙂 But the message was simple: Don’t accept/eat any eatables given by strangers/co-passengers on the train.
I thought why take pains to make such an elaborate video for it — isn’t it obvious?
I was wrong. It seemed, this wasn’t so obvious.
After I boarded the train, I found two families — one sitting next to me and another sitting opposite to me. There was one small kid in each family. Soon the kids started playing with each other and the families started talking to each other.
The lady on my left took a packet of biscuit (of all things!) and offered one to the kid in the opposite family. The kid had enough sense not to take it and looked at her mother. This mother says, “Oh I have also brought things to eat — No thanks . . .” The lady insists once more that they take. The mother immediately jumps, and takes not one but two biscuits. She gives one to the kid, tells her to eat just one, and eats the other one herself!
I was already wondering what’s going on? Haven’t these people heard stories of ‘biscuit bandits’ in trains who appear like normal families?
This lady then turned towards me and tried to offer me a biscuit. I gave her a razor sharp glance. She immediately withdrew the packet! 😛
After sometime, the mother on the opposite side opened a packet with some eatables. Sevu, I think. She took a handful and thrust it into the hands of the lady next to me. Return courtesy gesture. The lady was reluctant but accepted it anyway and gave some to her kid also. Of course, the mother looked at me but I gave the same razor sharp glace 😛
There are limits to courtesy 🙂
Fortunately, next day morning everyone was awake and there was no ‘incident’.
To all these people, I can say only one thing: You may escape 99 times, but the 100th time, when you are stolen of all your belongings, you’ll regret being off guard all those 99 times previously.
PS: If you still think it’s OK to eat things given by strangers on the train, read the experience of a fellow blogger’s friend who also thought so, from here.