"Drive like Hell & you will be there! "
- Courtesy : Border Roads Organization
I use the company bus to commute every (working) day to office
( whose driver is known for his rash driving "skills”!) . Thought it would be just another day,
but something within said
no. All of a sudden, the bus stopped. My curiosity made me get up (oh lazy Me!!) & check what had gone wrong. Unfortunately, the bus had hit a motorist...
Within seconds, the mood n the moral of the passengers had changed. There was an awkward silence.
Damn !!
"What a Way to Start the Day"!! Most of us are blessed with something called the "photographic memory"(Thanks AC!). The brain tends to capture the special moments - Happy, sad, rare... as if the brain maintains a separate "folder" for
storing the memoirs in form of pictures.
What I saw; is still fresh in my mind-
the injured, lying unconscious and being helped by a passer-by, who struggled to lift him. The pedestrians near by, literally rushed to attend the injured. Within minutes, he was taken to the hospital. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about his family; the keys roles he had been playing (presuming) father, brother, son, husband, friend?! When I told my friend about the unpleasant incident, he was quick enough in saying- "
At least He was lucky enough to be taken to a hospital"!
How True?!
I can recollect so many such incidents where the victims weren't that lucky. When people around didn’t care, didn't bother. Even on a busy railway platform, where a guy lay unattended in his own pool of blood for a long time, after being "hit" by a local train (in Mumbai) . Loot, eve teasing, person being stabbed to death in broad daylight, or even Raped. Don't know about the people who commit such crimes. Wonder how one gets sleep after committing such horrendous crimes! Is it that they are born without the vital organs, kardia? Or is it that they don't have the words like "guilt", "shame", "pity","love", "compassion", "kindness"
embedded in their dictionaries?!
God !!
Let me share here an incident, where I saw this man in his 50’s, lying on the road after he had suffered an epileptic attack. I remember his helplessness. The time when the body is not in sync with the mind. He was shivering, struggling, almost begging for help. All he wanted were strong-arms which could hold him firmly, some tool to which he could cling on. Vehicles passed by, people didn’t care. They saw, ignored and moved on. May be, they were all getting "late". That day, I felt ashamed of calling myself a native of 'that' place. I wanted to scream; wanted to ask them, if they had ever heard of words like "humanity", "unconditional love", "sympathy"... I stopped my vehicle, took out the tool from the deck and ran to give it to the person who had come to assist the old man.
...At least, one had come forward to help! God Bless the Rest.
ps.
My Driver drove like Hell & I am here.
I digressed.
