I have recently moved to north, moved by a luring pay package but more importantly for Mamma and Papa.
I have left behind the most memorable part of my life, my love and my friends, friends is rather an understatement.
But as they say, all the good things must come to an end and then it's a tradeoff, a decision I myself had made.
As obvious, I have been looking for an accommodation in and around Noida for quite some time now, one activity to which my weekends and couple of occasional weekdays are dedicated.
After days of unsuccessful hunt and encounter with few typical U.P. dalals aka a$$holes it wasn't late that I realized it was more by fluke than your search that u may get a good accommodation. Now I have extended my stay at company's guesthouse.
On Sunday evening, I decided to retire from the usual routine and thought of going to CP with hamare pyare Gupta ji. Meet Gupta ji, the perfect senti king and the take away husband package ;-). We have been friends for over 10 years now. I and Gupta ji have one thing in common, even the most serious or non sense stuff can tickle us to death.
Anyways, CP place did not match the standards of the image I had in my mind (coz I thought shopping meant CP for Delhites, and it was pretty humble place for that).
While we were having a casual stroll there laughing our way to glory I saw a scene which I haven't been able to evade from my mind.
A woman in rags, sat on the footpath begging, that is not to it, she had her naked girl child (I mean fully naked) lying in front of her. The kid must have been around 3-4. The woman had stone cold expressions. She was looking into one direction without blinking her eyes. The child lying in front of her was sleeping peacefully probably unaware of the atrocious murder of her innocence. The scene excruciated me.
How could it be, a mother living on alms thrown by people at her nude baby's body. I lost the power to react or comment. I tried to ward off the thoughts that kept coming to my mind periodically. It still haunts me.
Meanwhile I have some unanswered questions in my mind which I just can't seem to find an answer to...
~ What is the fault of that infant, and what could have caused that destitute lady to be an unpromising mother?
~ Why am I a part of such a system?
~ Why do not I do something about it, am I an unneeded overzealous emotional fool or a hypocrite?
~ The unconditional love I believed that could only exist b/w mother and the child was being murdered; I thought it could not have any exceptions.
~ Why the other people seemed to go unnoticed of the whole scene?
~ Will the turmoil inside me pacify over the time and I too will become cold to such experiences?
I will be more than glad to find answers to these some day, some fine day.
Hope my innocence does not loose the battle against the so called pragmatic life in a metro.....
Peace be with the innocent child and her impoverished mother.
Ciao.......
Vikas
