No, This post is not about the movie or its inspiration.
It is about how I feel each time I cross someone who makes me feel lucky that I am not in his/her shoes.
Everyday when I climb the steps of the Kanjurmarg Station, I wish that beggar-woman, with a child in bandages, on the staircase would just vanish and her wails would just die out. Even as I stand at the platform waiting for my train, my ears can hear her cries as a distant din. I try to ignore it and pretend as if I am deaf. I am relieved that I haven't seen her in the past few days. I don't know what has happened to her. Hope it's something good.
When I reach Dadar, there inevitably is another beggar, a crippled one, sitting right in between the crowded foot-over-bridge. Sometimes I drop in change to him.
Day-in-and-day-out I see fellow commuters with some disability or the other. Who knows how many people out there in the world are sufferening - silently going on with their routine.
Then, comes the thought of those living on daily wages or doing all sort of obscure jobs for a living.
These sights and thoughts make me feel so blessed and lucky and I often say a small prayer to the good Lord watching us from up above - for the well being of the under privledged and for giving me such a beautiful life.
I feel blessed to have a family, a home, friends, good education, a respectable job (not that others' aren't) and an easy life.
And it makes all those other complaints of being underpaid and over worked just vanish.
It is about how I feel each time I cross someone who makes me feel lucky that I am not in his/her shoes.
Everyday when I climb the steps of the Kanjurmarg Station, I wish that beggar-woman, with a child in bandages, on the staircase would just vanish and her wails would just die out. Even as I stand at the platform waiting for my train, my ears can hear her cries as a distant din. I try to ignore it and pretend as if I am deaf. I am relieved that I haven't seen her in the past few days. I don't know what has happened to her. Hope it's something good.
When I reach Dadar, there inevitably is another beggar, a crippled one, sitting right in between the crowded foot-over-bridge. Sometimes I drop in change to him.
Day-in-and-day-out I see fellow commuters with some disability or the other. Who knows how many people out there in the world are sufferening - silently going on with their routine.
Then, comes the thought of those living on daily wages or doing all sort of obscure jobs for a living.
These sights and thoughts make me feel so blessed and lucky and I often say a small prayer to the good Lord watching us from up above - for the well being of the under privledged and for giving me such a beautiful life.
I feel blessed to have a family, a home, friends, good education, a respectable job (not that others' aren't) and an easy life.
And it makes all those other complaints of being underpaid and over worked just vanish.
In the daily rut and routine... if one is sensitive to things around... its truly humbling!! Its nice to be in the top 80-90 percentile of the LIFE-INDEX..
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