Thats what i wrote (for the 1st time ever in life i went public with my writing) for this group by a school friend on FB. the group's by the name of Krishna Within Me. the group is actually his inspiration for his graphic novel, at the same time it talks of inspiration n humane touches of looking around for God. and how each one of us, has our own version of The Almighty. i kinda liked it.
10:45 a.m. 21st May 2010. A mad, filthy looking rag picker enters an almost crowded 1st class ladies compartment in the local train, at an extremely crowded Andheri stn. The women inside create a ruckus. Some express their annoyance aloud at the others standing on the door as to why did they let the hag enter. One of them gets up, amidst this constant bickering, attempts to drag the hag off the train. Others are standing around, unsure of touching her, as she does look filthy and mentally unstable. She succeeds, of course with the assistance of another gentleman standing on the platform. No policemen in sight available for help, like forever they ain’t around when u need them the most. Was this the snobbishness of the 1st class, or a simple act of self-preservation by the passengers? I wonder. I wasn’t sure which side to go throughout this episode, so ended up being a silent spectator to this all. At the end, found myself even more agitated for not being able to take a stand.
Or are we all victims of urbanization, where smaller acts of humanity are doing a vanishing act? In our haste to reach our destinations and meet our own personal needs, are we ignoring the call for help that others need?
Title Credit : Saurabh Deb