Encounter with destitution
We live a normal life. Getting up in the morning, working upon the matters on our hands, have meals and go back to sleep again in the nights. We grow up to like life. Why? Because first, we dream and then we see our dreams coming true.
This, we call a normal life.
There are so many millions around, who go to sleep in the nights without food in their stomachs. They also have dreams. But they don’t have the resources to fulfill their dreams. So, when these people aren’t able to live life to it’s fullest, shouldn’t they be helped to live their lives in a better way? Almost everyone will answer to this question in the affirmative. But we don’t care. We don’t care whether the other person has had his meal or not. We don’t care whether he is able to send his child to school or not. We don’t care if he is able to fulfill his dreams or not. Because, if we had cared, this world would have been a far better place to live.
Recently, when I was travelling in a public bus, I witnessed an incident which put me at great unease.
There boarded on the bus a young man. By his looks, anyone would take him as a beggar or a drug addict. He wore shabby clothing, his hair was untidy, he didn’t have any footwear and his eyes registered a void.
But I got interested and started observing him, when he occupied a seat after getting permission from the bus conductor for a free ride. He sat in his place and gazed here and there. Then his eyes set on a boy who was savouring some candies. He looked at him eagerly as if trying to tell his story to the boy – a story that appeared to mark his life. He seemed wanting to tell his story so that he may get the boy’s sympathies for the candies.
The story of this young man about which I’m talking, wasn’t told. Rather, it was made to feel. Made to feel by whatever he did. He never said any word apart from the favour that he asked for from the bus conductor.
Well into his journey, when he saw that the boy wouldn’t give him candies to eat, he started looking here and there again, as if to find someone else who would pay attention to his needs.
Untill this moment, everything was normal. But what I saw next was truly not normal; it was the manifestation of the desparation of a human being and something very much shocking for me. Obviously, it would be shocking for everyone who saw this.
In his desperation for eliminating his hunger, when he couldn’t get anything to eat or couldn’t find anyone who could provide him with something to eat, he started picking up and eating the trash from the floor of the bus. This act was seemingly really disturbing for the other people on board the bus.
Seeing this, the father of that young boy who was eating candies, took some candies from his child and gave them to this young man who was busy in eating the trash that he collected from the bus floor. A coconut vendor also gave him some coconut pieces.
This man got off the bus at the Cantt Railway Station.
I wonder how many more such souls exist who have to go through such times. I wonder the effectiveness of the so – called growth and poverty reduction in the Pakistani economy. I wonder whether we, the “normal” human beings ever think of such people and the life they live, when we sit in our plush air – conditioned drawing rooms and rave and rant endlessly about the “normal” things that affect us.





