I was in the midst of a traffic jam. Narrow road and growing population including that of vehicles are the reasons of this problem – always I consoled myself.
Some traffic signal in our country becomes a place of business when red light glows. You can get balloon, toy car, tissue paper, napkin, spectacle, magazine, news paper, mosquito killing racket etc. In hot city like Ahmedabad, one can get drinking water pouch also.
A Eunuch was asking money from others. (S)He had a wig on his / her head and dressed in sari. I was thinking why they dress up like women. Then my thought entered into the world of eunuch. They stay together away from society. The dislike society or society does not accept them? Why they can’t work like us? Why they depend on others for money? If some of them ask me for job, I will try to find a job for them. Lakshmanan told me a Chinese proverb – If you want to help some body then don’t give him fish, instead teach him how to catch a fish. They also can be found in trains (Indian railway). Once when one of the fellow passenger did not give money to one of ennuch, so (s)he offered to bare her / himself to offend the passenger. The best way to avoid such disaster in train is to feign as if you are sleeping. I came out from my thinking when the eunuch came to me. (S)he asked me money and I gave an one rupees coin. “Am I a begger?” (s)he asked me. ‘No.’ I replied. (S)he returned me the money and went away. I did not know how to respond. Whether I had to give 10 rupees note or I had to be happy for saving one rupees?
Then came a poor woman, her top was little open near belly. Swollen belly was giving an impression that she was pregnant. She could not work in this stage so she wanted money for living. Was she alone in this world and nobody to support her? Can I solve this purpose? Before I got answer from myself the poor woman went to others for asking money.
Traffic moved little and I could proceed 20 feet.
A boy was lying on the foot path, whose body was full of wounds and he was scratching the wounds. I felt pity and thought that I would admit him to the hospital and spend money for his treatment. I started talking to him, in the mean while his sister came near to me and told she cant allow his brother for going to hospital as she is looking after him. She told that with the money collected from traffic signal, she would cure his brother. I even knew that his brother-in-law was sitting on a wheel chair near that place. I felt pity on them.
I found a muslim couple on scooter. The girl was sitting on the back. She was wearing a black coloured burkha, scocks, and hand gloves covering whole body. As I was behind them, I did not know whether she was wearing black spectacles also. I believe Islamic teaching supports this kind of dress code. Few Bollywood, Tollywood and Hollywood muslim heroins are unfamous for their dress code. This culture is not bound to only to those muslim heroins. I believe money and urge to be famous compels few heroins to shed cloth. They tell script demands that. A heroin told she could not have done swimming pool scene with saree. Fine. But the message the film wanted to give was also possible without swimming pool scene. Even few heroes also told the same thing when asked about their nude scene. Everybody wants to justify a wrong deed. We have seen movie about prostitutes without even a single nude scene. We can give a message through movie without showing a nude scene.
I found a fair girl from foreign sitting in an auto rickshaw. They come to India for study, work and travel. I found a child beggar moving towards her and thought it is bad if she come to know about begging in India, so I called the child beggar, gave him a ten rupees note and asked to leave the place. Otherwise I would not have given any money, but the child did not listen to me and asked money to the foreigner. I was angry on the child and wanted to scold him, but to my astonishment she gave him a light blue color 100 rupees note. The child received that money, kept in the pocket and went to another person to beg. The child was not happy; I thought may be the little boy did not know the value to 100 rupees note.
Again traffic moved and I moved approximately 50 feet.
Life is like a road. Some time we go fast as we grow fast in life at some point of time. Some time we travel slowly as that of life. Some time we meet with accident and some other time we get bugged in traffic jam like different problems in life. The person in a car moves faster than a person with cycle. It resembles the business; the person having more money can grow faster than other. Movement in road is uncertain as that of life.
Engines of many vehicles were not switch off and fuel was being wasted, that were very precious to a country that is dependent on others for fuel. For few other vehicles emission levels were very high and the environment was very much polluted. In Hyderabad, I had seen in few cases that traffic police checking emission levels of vehicle but such thing did not happen in Bangalore. Government must act fast and furiously against those who pollute our environment.
I found a nude poster of an adult movie pasted on a wall. I am strongly against this. Any advertisement of adult movie should be pasted in a separate notice board of cinema hall that display those kind of movies not on walls near traffic signal or on news paper. I remember few advertisement of such adult movies on newspaper – “Watch the movie before it gets banned”, “Do you have guts to watch movie?”. Trailer of adult movies should only be shown on adult movies not during the show of U or U/A certified movies. I feel ashamed when I see trailer of an adult movie in between watching a U or U/A certified movies with my family members.
I planned few lines of a song as follows….
You help me, but do not seek my help,
You ask me to smile and do not see my tear,
You are like a goddess and I can’t understand your trick
These are few reasons why I love you…
Then I tried to find a new voice for it.
I started my vehicle and moved forward when green light started to glow.
Friday, May 13, 2011
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