Sunday, 20 March 2016

A bus stop!

“I told you, everything happens for something good”, I messaged back.

He was very disturbed by a person who cheated upon him. All his friends stood beside him and always tried to keep his mind diverted. This time we were discussing about how he met his long lost friend.

My phone pinged again. Not caring about what I said, he narrated an incident which he came across to just an hour back.

He said, “You know, just an hour ago when I was de-boarding a bus at my stop, a boy of fifteen years or so tried to pick my pocket. I felt his touch and looked at him angrily. He got frightened. We board down the bus at same stop and also crossed the road together. After this, he started to go opposite to my direction.”

“He must have gone away then.” I thought inwardly.

He continued, “I called him back.” I was surprised and little afraid too.

“He came back and calling me brother he asked why he has been called. I advised him that since he was calling me ‘brother’, he should not do such deeds. To this, he acted as innocent. I told that we both know what had happened. I offered him little amount of money and said that I come to this stop everyday; if he is in need of money, I can always help him with it. He declined at first but took it after some time and went away.”

I had nothing to say on this. I was sad and happy at the same time. This is the reality of many children and instead of providing them with counseling, many people treat them very badly. However, there are few good people who help and understand them.

My faith will not change. Everything happens for something good. The boy, who tried to pick the pocket of my friend, must have realized his fault and hopefully will look for a good way to earn. Till the time our society does not understand the reason behind every wrong, situations will not improve.

Monday, 7 March 2016

Shadows



We walk by numerous things in a day. They might get our attention or might not. Our attention is caught by things which are relevant to us. However, relevance does not always lead us to correct meanings of those things.  We observe a new leaf on a plant, or a wall besides it. We observe a child and his clothing. We observe a pole and its dullness. But, what we do not observe is their shadows and what they say. Do shadows speak in real? It depends whether we try to hear them or not.

Today, a wall came into my notice. The originally white wall was now ugly-red. “Stop you humans, stop spitting on me”, it said screaming while I stared at its shadow ignoring the wall. “I am not your public toilet or a spitting-spot; I also want my beauty back”, it continued. It was becoming intolerable for me since I had no answers. I started walking around and I saw another shadow waiting for me. He was a child of 8 or 9 years, wearing torn and dull clothes, carrying a garbage bag on his shoulders which seemed very light to him. We both had a huge financial gap; on the contrary, he looked happier than me. He was very cheerful. His smile had something which caught my sight. Behind that smile was a gloomy shadow of him which was living in dreams of a meaningful life. His shadow resembled the future of our country.

Moving on by many such grief-stricken shadows, there stood a shadow besides them even though it was not one of them. He was a well educated man of our society. Sharing the sorrow of sorrowful, cheering with cheerful he played with his mouth organ. I have heard about him before through the news. He was “metro’s melody man”, who after his daily routine makes the heart of everyone smile with the melody of his instrument. I captured him in my camera, smiled and continued my every day journey in a hope that others too may notice these shadows.

~StoryTeller