We all like to criticize those machas, aimlessly lepakking on road sides and sometimes rock the boat. Yeah, such machas are perceived to be bad news and we all look at them with an eye and air of suspicion.
But, not all machas who loiter around are a prurient, anarchic bunch as my elder sister, as a teen came to know one night.
En route to my sister’s tuition class there was a gang of machas who congregate at a fixed place every evening, their gaze following my sister as she cycles to and fro tuition at night. My sister never looked at their direction because of obvious reasons.
One night, the street lights were out and my sister’s bicycle did not have dynamo powered light. The road to home was pitch black – it was ammavasai.
My sister fumbled her way home until one of the macha started to follow her on his bike when she reached the spot where the machas gather. At first, my sister was terrified – it was inky darkness and a guy following a lone girl is a very foreboding thought.
But, before long, my sister realized that this macha meant no harm. He was lighting up her path by his motorbike’s light and he did so right up until she reached home.
Okay guys, this is not a beginning of a love story and no, my sister did not fall in love with the macha. The reason why I wanted to tell this tale is because we should never judge people rightaway. There are decent machas out there who are genuinely kind hearted. Don’t let the first impression be the last impression.
I hope this story made machas out there happy and that they will strive to take after the macha who lighted my sister’s way. 🙂