I hate chors?

I saw him run hither tither.. There was a certain intimidating intensity to his actions. Ignoring him? !... was impossible !
He looked a little demented ..his eyes had become orange and he looked creepily desperate trying to look for something that could never be found, probably because it never existed --;or did it ?!.
It was quite a crowded ladies compartment in the western railway towards Chruchgate.This guy-lean brown skinned with his huge eyes sticking out on his face had seemed to have caught everyones attention there with his actions.
He kept mumbling to himself about a lost cover of money and kept looking into his shimmi cover thinking of the probability that it may have torn from below,,but none of that had happened and so he kept repeating that there was around 960 bucks that was now gone...
The women were frenzied in the compartment ,as he incessantly kept peeping into his humble shimmi cover carrying small chivda packets and alternatively peeked below seats and at the feet of women sitting and standing, all across the compartment. He was at this for atleast 15 mins now, till some women responded ...
Women could be hit at the correct sentimental spot isnt it ?!...
They asked him to check whether his bag had a hole or whether the packet he was looking for was in his bag itself..he sat on the gangway ...all eyes on him, he turned his shimmi cover upside down and made all his chivda packets fall out ..but his so called packet of money was'nt there..
Like that idea hadnt striked him earliers. All of a sudden his eyes became red from orange now and he cover his face with his palm in desperation and seemed like would cry bitterly,,,his voice was teary and desperate, ...
But in all this, I unusually felt disconnected ,scared and angry at those actions of his.
So even as he continued his crazy searching drive yet again, the moment he neared my area and looked around my feet area..i froze ..I quickly hid mycell phone deep in my bag even as it vibrated and held my bag as tight as I could.
By then a few women had been hit hard by his actions and in all emotional sentiment went upto him and handed over a hundred rupee note. my inner being said: LO! what dimwits was'nt that what he may have been waiting for...
But then I came back to the thought that maybe he really lost stuff and that this was much needed help.
That was it....The lady blinded by emotion asked him to stop his weeping and gave him a 100 bucks. He still continued worriedly to look around ,didnt look into anyones eyes and kept his play acted insane weep on, till the lady begged him to take the money. Suddenly he stopped and very hesitantly took the note. He still continued looking around and then alighted in the next platform that came by. Thats when the other women who were only witnessing all the action ,but not ignoring him ,spoke to the woman. they told her that she was stupid to give him the money as many had suspected him to have acted all that while just for this. One thing to be noticed was that he didnt feel like alighting the train even as his act lasted 3 stations almost.! Also Would the guy dare to do such a thing in the general compt among men...?
How much ever the woman who lent or I may like to believe that there was even a little genuinity to his action and teary eyes (less teary and more feiry)...its really scary to see various new ways adopted by chors to get through a living..I hate chors!