just another day!

Sometimes even the weather that you always crave for is not good enough to uplift your mood. The breeze with its tender touch was trying hard cheer her up. She turned a cold shoulder to it. The breeze thought of reciprocating in the same way by starting to turn cold. But the only difference being that the breeze was very well aware of the fact that she had always longed for it in this mood only. But the day was different. The more it blew, the more it brought along the memories of what she had left behind. She started hating it for drying up her tears. Her face felt as if it was turning into a stone. The inner thoughts were crying desperately inside to come out. Sitting in the bus, she started looking around, just in case she could get hold of a happy face. She knew somewhere down the line that it was what she wanted a sight of. Because she knew that it was infectious and the very face which was lively could make her happy.
A few minutes passed by, a hawker, who had just entered the bus, was trying hard to convince everyone on board to buy a table mat. Full of zeal, vigour and enthusiasm, the face wasn’t showing even a hint of weariness. He seemed to be bursting with life. This wasn’t for the first time that she was seeing such a hawker but the look on his after no one bought the mat from him was sufficient to make her think twice about travelling in a bus. He was sad, the hawker was sad.
She was eagerly trying to, desperately; find someone who was happy because she wasn’t. She turned back to look for a happy face by any chance. All gloomy faces surrounded her. The search was ending in vain. It seemed as if there was another tunnel at the end of the tunnel. The light seemed as if it ceased to exist. And the ‘rarity’ was now approaching ‘extinction’. The pursuit of happiness was now heading to a dead end.

She just couldn’t see a face..a blissful face.

another CWG article? not really!!

CWG. We all are now well versed with the various full forms that have been given to this acronym. Scams have been the talk of the town; under construction stadiums being reduced to debris after a day of rainfall; Connaught place – once the most sought after shopping paradise, now nothing short of a Sahara desert and a volley of blames being thrown away from one person to another. We have read it all, we have heard it all and we have seen it all. What next? India bidding for 2016 Olympics and getting through? A next series of troubles of another city? A next round of blame game?
Huh..I am sick and tired of this daily dose on CWG fiascos.
But the point that I want to raise here is not this, but the one that concerns me. And I am sure, millions many. While the heart of Delhi, a.k.a CP was still reeling under reconstruction or should I say destruction, a heavily pregnant woman lying in mud puddle gave birth to a child, all that on the busy street of Shankar Market. The woman is no more, while her child narrowly survived the claws of the stray dogs. Seeing beggars on the traffic signals is sure enough a common site, seeing them sleep on the road dividers is usual, homeless drug addicts are just a stone’s throw away but what about this case? They say expect the unexpected, but no I am not ready for this. I am ready to accept my city without lavish stadiums, wider roads, flyovers at every junction, world class public transport. I absolutely love my city – Delhi - for what it is and not what we are trying hard to make out of it. But this incidence is just not tolerable.
I don’t know how I would ever walk through the roads of the same market again. I wish all the time that had I looked over her, she might have been just alive. How could I oversee this? What if I was there at that particular road while she was giving birth? Could things have been any different? It was only after some days that someone came to her rescue. Most of the passers-by would have taken her for another beggar with a baby. But is this any reason for our ignorance? Or are we too busy cribbing about our life, job, and the government?
Any reason surely can’t give an explanation to what happened. And we call ourselves modern, who are so busy in giving a perfect reception to the athletes. While we try to make Delhi into London, lets do the same for the providing the basic standards of living to each of us. Or better still, let’s make ourselves more human to humans. I can assure you, it would not require anything more than love and care.