Reservations

I was on a bus, on my way home after a 12 hour day at work. It had been exceptionally heavy, with a lot of operations. I had found a seat which was meant for senior citizens, meaning those 65 years or older. There was no eligible commuter of that age, and I occupied the seat. I myself am above 50, and look my age. With the amount of work I had done, I must have looked half dead. I was half dozing, when an elderly gentleman tapped my shoulder, pointed to the board of reservation and asked for the seat. I relinquished without a word, because he looked old, though a picture of health. He checked thrice how I was doing standing up, but I said nothing. I stood rest of the way, wishing there would be a seat. There was none. There were 6 seats reserved for women, all occupied by young, healthy women. All looked perfectly fit, and enjoying the ride too. I had sold off my car and wouldn't take a cab because I believed in public transport and did not want to contribute to waste of fuel by using a car for one person, myself. So I deserved what I got. I cannot blame those who enjoy what is reserved for them by the law of the country, because wise men must have made those laws. I do not blame them for being unable to think of needs of others, because they probably have not been taught how to. I hope I don't reach that age myself so that I might benefit from the reservation myself. I would hate to ask a younger man to get up, and would not be able to stand myself.