A good samaritan.

October 24, 2007

I am a FRIENDS fanatic, and if you are too the following line would definitely ring a bell. There are no selfless good deeds.

I am not the kind of person who helps less fortunate souls very often. Poor people invoke sadness in me, but not enough to induce some charitable or helping gesture from me. I refuse to feel pity for them. I tend to treat them as people with extra-ordinary courage for no particular reason. But every so often, the kind Tamanna in me surfaces and I end up making tiny helpful gestures for the kiddo urchins that travel local trains selling everything under the sun.

It’s 8:47 Kasara local (which has been assigned ‘N’ as its initial for some vague incomprehensive reason). Famous for its notorious crowd, I tend to avoid this local but as the fate would have it, I am to board it from Dadar, which is infamous for its notorious crowd. I am in a particular good mood for some reason.
Standing on the platform I anxiously look on both the sides of the tracks for the train (yes, I don’t know where the train will come from). After a VERY long minute I see the looming train advancing towards the station like a shark about to devour its prey. With a screeching sound it comes to a halt and to my pleasant surprise there is room to stand in the compartment! Yay! I double-check the indicator to make sure that this is THE train. You see this is too good to be true. Anyways, so I hop in beaming at the strangers who look at me like I have broken out of the mental hospital in Agra. I shrug and prepare myself for pleasant ride back home standing without anyone thrusting his or her body parts at me.
After a few stations, I realize IT IS too good to be true. 2 minutes into the journey my legs have started aching. I feel like sitting and since no lady in train would be kind enough to offer me one, I decide to sit and enjoy the ride sitting on the floor. Next station. Two kiddo urchins, as I would later find out, a sister and her young brother, climb in lugging around things to sell to uninterested people in the First Class. The girl however manages to interest some ladies in her merchandise after a while. The boy, selling glittered stickers, realizing that this is not his target audience gives up and comes and sits next to me on the floor.

The dialogue that takes place is as follows.
The boy is sorting out his stickers and has separated a few ones from the rest.
Me: Yeh kyoon alag kiya hai?
Boy: Yeh sab accha walla hai.
Me: Kahaan se late ho ye?
Boy: Masjid.
Me: Kaun laata hai?
Boy: Papa.
Me: Ein mein se sabse accha kaunsa lagta hai?
Boy: (picks one with the Spiderman) Yeh.
Me: Kitne ka hai?
Boy: Das rupya (10 Rs)
Me: Leke doon? (I take out the money and hand it to him)
Boy: (He separates the sticker from others and gleefully shows her sister before putting it into the security of his pocket)

Mulund station. Boy and girl get down to go home leaving me with a proud smile on my face.
I suddenly want to call up everyone I know and tell them what I did and how good I feel. Some may appreciate my gesture and some or most may criticize it. I don’t care. I feel good doing it and that is why I did it.

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Helpless Spectator

October 3, 2007

Life is unfair, but not for everyone. When some are doomed to be the helpless victims of the vicious games of life, others are forced to play a cruel role of a helpless spectator. What would you do when you find yourself in the shoes of a helpless spectator? When you have to stand aside and see the innocent and honest being made into a scapegoat during the fights of power-hungry vengeance-driven biggies.

A fierce torture to see somebody’s life tumbling down on him, a life built with dedication and passion over countless years crumbling down to million little pieces and you can do nothing but watch and maybe offer a few words of sympathy that sound hollow to even you the moment they escape your lips. These are times when even a simple act of smiling seems like a crime and makes you feel guilty. How do you react when faced with this? What to do? Do you run away or do you play indifferent?

Life is tough. No matter which side of the river you find yourself after a storm, life feels like an ordeal. This is the time when I envy selfish people.