There are a number of people who we see struggling in their daily lives but we don't think of them about them even as we go about our routine business. It is important that we keep a tab on such people as they can teach us a lot of lessons in life.
OBSERVING PEOPLE is the best thing to do when your mind refuses to work along. I saw this couple at Barista fighting over how she was having a bad hair day but the guy seemed to think that they were absolutely gorgeous. Somehow the guy’s opinion irritated the girl no ends.
There was also this real cute foreigner, who was asking everyone where’ Toonz’ was. Surprisingly, he asked all the wrong people. I was finally frustrated and went up to him and told him exactly where it was. To top it all, I also gave him the number for Toonz. I hope he didn’t think I was being too forthcoming. Even if he did, I couldn’t care. I was pretty happy about the fact that at least I knew Pune better. I just gave directions to someone!!As I was basking in all the glory, I saw a man on a plank dragging himself to no place in particular. He stopped suddenly only to find another man walking towards him. The guy on the plank gave that man some amount of money. The man without any smile or thank you just walked away.
I started to get curious. I went up to him, gave him my can of cola and started talking to him. He then told me that the guy was his son.He gave him money every day. “For what?” I asked. He didn’t answer and I didn’t probe further. But for whatever reason he gave his 21-year-old, healthy son money every day, it couldn’t be justified in my head. How in the world did the young man not feel guilty about his very much disabled father begging on the streets everyday only to take it all (or even a small part of it) away for whatever reasons? And even when he takes the money, not even a smile, or even some amount of warmth is initiated. But most of all, how in the world does that disabled old man still very happily hand over all the money without a question or a fight?Some relationships are complicated or I guess, just necessary. I might not know the whole story to really make judgement calls. I might not even know the son’s side of the story. But that man barely had the strength to talk - his eyes had pools of sorrow hidden behind them and also no legs to keep him on his feet. Nothing in my opinion could make someone so helpless that he had to make his father beg in order to get his agenda’s sorted, especially when he is gifted with two hands and two legs. I won’t reveal if I did get my photo story or not (the primary agenda of my gallivanting on MG Road) but I realised how people you pass by so casually without even a thought might have story to tell that could chill your bones. They might make your sorrows seem laughable. Your heart might go out to them, but yet you aren’t capable or willing of doing anything life changing for them. You might want to. But you just can’t bring yourself to.After all, we all can’t be heroes. One man today in a debate said, “Be wise. Prioritise. Don’t do otherwise.” What he stressed on was BE WISE. We don’t need to be heroes unnecessarily. Maybe someday when we are actually capable of it, it will actually be worth it. I hope that day arrives soon. But then again, I am sure Mahatma Gandhi would never agree with me on this one. I’m sure of that.