Walk ... !
I was walking down the never ending Bannarghatta Road, fatigued to say the least, after walking for more than half an hour through the mazes of BTM Layout,on a fine evening. With no autorickshaw willing to take me to the place I was heading to, I got irritated at first, which later became a suffocating depression, which has haunted me, ever since I landed in Bangalore.
Loneliness ... waah ... I can give a better definition than Merriam Webster. The wonderful days, that I spent in Chennai, unknowing that I would suffer hardships in the near future in Hippy Bangalore.We take for granted, things that are at our disposal, without feeling grateful to anything, the list is enormous which includes parents,neighbourhood friends,our bike,now-a-days I miss even the casual smile, from acquaintences,which was so frequent back home. :-(
The walk made me really tired in spirit, hoping against hope that an empty auto (even a Merc :-) sent by God for me) would come by, as I travelled from one signal to another on the desolate walkway, the sky looking ever darker, warning of an impeding rain. "It is just one and a half kilometers more ...",said a passerby. I was fuming with anger, for making a bad decision to venture out that day.
Just a few paces behind me, I saw a bearded man with shamble clothing walking with the help of crutches. The rhythmic sound of the crutches, stood in contrast with my wayward tired steps. That fellow might be begging to survive each day in Bangalore, but he did not grumble for his erraneous creation.
"Accepting what we have", is a great virtue, I realised.
People may be tempted to give a lift to a beautiful lady(like Anila :-)) walking ... but do they care to give a lift to this vagrant ? The answer is a big no .
Disabled people like him must have learnt from experience, that world is not kind enough, that they have to work and strive hard even for their basic needs.Sometimes walking for kilometers in his crutches ... My situation is not as worst as his ... Many of us are not in his shoes (that we have, he lacks) to survive each and every day.
Why ?
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With a renewed vision, I saw him as a living example ... who fights to the last come what challenge may be ... Astonishingly all by himself,without depending upon others.
Inspired,I walked behind him till I reached my destination ...
2 comments:
omg, like this one time I was walking on MG road in search of an auto. . and three irritating and spastic men asked me if I wanted a lift!
I dunno why I even mentioned that here -_-
Thankyooo so much for praising me! :D *hug*
Anyway, I was intrigued by this line,
It is just one and a half kilometers more ...
I don't know if it mean what I thought it meant. But since I usually total everything down to death, it seemed like metaphorically you suggested that it was the - one more day - which we keep telling ourselves to live on till we could finally be freed.
In all, a very thought-evoking article.
*acceptance is also a form of self-decay; whatever it be that you're accepting :P
its a common story for all of us...u wrote not only for yours but saga of all ours...beautifylly explained the real essence of the roadway...keep it up...
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