Sunday 26 August 2012

Clemency?


(Emotional)

Thursday evening my wife informed me that there was chaos in our area because of a mad dog probably suffering from rabies. Aunty (my friend Sid’s mom) made her cautious about the event. When a dog control van came to catch dog, there were few people protesting catcher. They wanted dog to be left open. In my area there are many animal lovers who give biscuits, roti and milk to roadside dogs resulted in rise in their number.

There is a small temple in front of my house. In Sharavna (A holy month of Hindu calendar) many devotees offers milk and various food items to lord Shiva. All these items are then draw off into sewer.

Being a Hindu I do believe in all rituals. I believe what is offered to an idol reaches to God in heaven. But in a country where children die due to malnourishment and food scarcity it hurts to see liters of milk and food being drained out in gutters or fed to animals in the name of faith and creed. There are some wise men who maintain balance between faith and fact using a small portion of offerings to fulfill their rituals.

Indian weddings are fabulously full of functions and food. But behind the stage you will enormous wastage of food. Unconcernedly plates full of food are thrown in dustbin. Some communities have started cautious step towards thing aspect. Some insist their guests not waste any food while other restrict number of food items.


Our abundance does not give us any right to misuse resources of our country. No matter whether we get with our money or freely available, resource must be used responsibly. I cannot help repeating Gandhiji's famous quotation. "The earth has enough resources for our need, but not for our greed." At times due to shyness or hesitation we understand these things but resist taking steps.

Helping poor is advocated in all religions. I see many kind hearted person giving alms to beggars. But there is a dark side to this especially in Mumbai. The emotion of kindheartedness is exploited very brutally. If you are residing in Mumbai and observe minutely you can see that what is shown in movie “Slum dog millionaire” and Hindi movie “Signal” though exaggerated but is true. 

Earlier when I used to take rickshaw for my office I noticed that on a particular signal* there are batches of beggars which changes periodically. Apart from kids and old lady you could also notice girls with walking sticks, women with an infant and empty milk bottle etc. At railway station you would see many blinds or handicaps sitting on bridge.

When I see these people scenes from the movies flashes in my mind, horrifying me to death realizing  that a perfect person is  made handicapped for the alms I give, a kid is tortured to beg, a infant is poisoned with afyun (opium) so that baby is asleep on her shoulder while lady is asking alms.

It very difficult to be hard on face while your heart melting with tears to deny any help to a poor kid, an old lady, a physically challenged person when it is suspected that your money will do more harm than anything good for the society. Confusion of helping or denying always overshadows me when I come across anyone of them, but I resist so that my money will not go in producing more of them. It is very painful.

Now the question I poses is how to help needy removing smallest possibility of inducing their artificial creation. One of such way though not prefect I see is helping them in kind like food, clothes etc. But again there is a possibility because things can be sold in market to convert it into money. So other option is to give in such manner which cannot be sold in market for example giving cooked food like roti, open bread or biscuits packet, a fruit etc. Please suggest if you could think something else.

For me most touching scene of the movie “Gandhi” was Gandhiji giving away his cloth for an uncovered woman.

By the way now days I receive calls from call centers appointed by some NGOs for contribution to their organization.  Looking at all above pseudo, a question arises why NGOs are appointing marketing agencies. May God turn my doubt untrue.

* In Mumbai road crossing is popularly called as signal

Friday 27 July 2012

Hari


It was late evening I come out of office to go home. It was raining and there were only few people on the street. Outside main gate I saw Hari waiting for rickshaw for Andheri. As I was moving out of the gate I realized that he is visually impaired. He was carrying a laptop bag, duffle bag, lunch box and a folding stick. He was simple and soft-speaking.

I offered to accompany him to next square about 100 meters away where usually rickshaws are available. He answered a call of his dad and we started moving. I couldn’t understand the south Indian language he spoke to his dad, but I guess he said “I am starting from office”. 

Holding his hand and sharing an umbrella we reached the square but rickshaws on this side were for Kurla, an opposite direction to which he wanted to go. Therefore we crossed the road and come to other side for west side rickshaws. 

On that day for some mysterious reason western side of city was highly crowded therefore no rickshaw-wala were ready to go Andheri, however few of them proposed a drop to Bandra station. I asked Hari to come with me in train (Andheri is located in between  Bandra – Borivali route). Insisted to wait, he said he is very tired and does not have stamina to go in train with three bags.  Our one side sleeve of shirt was wet. About 15-20 minutes later our fruitless effort of stopping a rickshaw made him to come with me to Bandra station. I asked him to give me one bag to which he denied softly. It is not easy for him to trust any stranger.

In a short while I could see him as my good friend and I am sure he was also comfortable in my company. We begin our introductory chatting. He seems to be well educated and was working for a mnc (don’t want to name the company). I was happy for his self reliance, but was eager to know what kind of work he could do, what avenues are available to him. He was doing some liaison activity for marketing division. Meanwhile he received a call from his dad. I guess he said he got a rickshaw and he is coming by train. He informed me that very seldom he gets late and that day he was in gym for some extra time. 

In 20 minutes we reached Bandra station. I again requested to give me one bag to carry. This time he couldn’t deny  and gave me lunch box. We crossed the rail bridge for our platform to Borivali trains. He was not having ticket so I went to buy a ticket leaving him in one corner.

When I come back he asked “where the indicator is”. First I could not understand, but all of sudden something zoomed my mind. Since about a year I was listening some beep-beep noise on stations. It was a very irritating noise and I thought it was some railway security signal.   Now with his question I realized that the noise is meant for such people to locate their coach on platform (every train has couple of couch-sections reserved for physically challenged people).  The irksome noise suddenly became soft and very useful, otherwise how a Hari could board the coach. On that day indicators were not working. 

Soon train arrived. I made him comfortable by informing that the train is not crowded. People in train were co-operative in allowing Hari a way to move easily. Fortunately we got a seat (yes it is fortune to get a seat in train during office hours). We again started our talk. I praised him that he made a correct decision to take train instead of rickshaw. He said he usually go by car and occasionally by rickshaw. He again received a call from his dad probably inquiring where he reached. I could feel a concerned dad for his son till he sees him at home. 

Andheri station was about to come. I handed him his lunch box and asked if he wants me to drop him to the rickshaw for his home. He said usually someone is there to help him. Thanking me and greeting goodbye he got down from train. 

I come back to my seat. From window I was observing an employed, gym fit, confident and clam Hari. He is no where less than anyone.

Saturday 7 July 2012

Birthday party in local

I go to office by train from Borivali to Bandra. Usually I take 7.57am fast local (in Mumbai suburban train is abbreviated as local) to Churchgate.
Train was at station, so in rush I get into last second coach of the train. In local regular traveler usually forms a group. So there was a mixed group of all ages and regions, seating in two and half cells of coach (one cell is a set of two benches facing each other) and few standing in between.  Group was full of energy and fun. They give a loud welcome to any member of group boarding local. The fun and welcome was filled with abuse to each other but no one feel humiliation. Other co-travelers might be uncomfortable with their behavior but they were in their own world just enjoy it and try to give it back hard.
So it was birthday of one member standing near window. He was half bald and seems to be around 50s of his age. Someone from the group declares the news of birthday and then everyone starts greeting birthday boy in their own style.
Usually when train start people shout “Ganpati Bappa Morya” but this group was different, shouting some abusive comments. They target one person and starts pulling his legs the entire journey and target also enjoy it.
To my surprise birthday boy take out a cake from his bag. It was a half kg cake chocolate. In absence of table one person hold the cake for birthday boy to cut it and everyone sings birthday wish. Cake was distributed between members only (we outsider did not get anythingL). If someone is seating far away then cake was passed to him from hand to hand.
Our train crossed Kandivali station. After cake, birthday boy withdraw some snacks from his bag. It was “Alu wada” served in paper plate with some chutney. Everyone was enjoying and making fun.
As our train crossed Jogeshwari station, birthday boy again surprised me with a big 2.5 liter bottle of coke. Unbothered of glass they starting taking a couple of sips from bottle and passing it to other member. They were snatching bottle like school kids.
My train was about to reach Bandra station. Giving it complete touch birthday boy pull out some sweets from Santa’s bag.  I guess it was “Sheera” a homemade sweet of flour and sugar.
Local reached Bandra station and I alighted happily as if coming from a wonderful birthday party.
Cheers!
Mohit

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Hi Friends,
Let’s begin with brief introduction about me.
I am a Chartered Accountant from Vidarbha region of Maharashtra State of India, presently in Mumbai. A joyful and sensitive person, I wish to make some difference on good part to this world.
The purpose of my blog is to enable you sneak a look of the view of life, people, things and places I notice. Something interesting, strange, humorous, fabulous, loving, appreciative and occasionally not so good I come across or observe.  Sometimes you may or may not agree with this and it is perfect.
This completely my own view and not at all intend to hurt or harm anyone or anything in this world.
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Cheers!
Mohit