"Mohabbat bhi Zindagi ki tarah hoti hai Har mod asaan nehi hota, har mod pe khushiya nehi milti. Jab hum zindagi ka saath nehi chhodte toh Mohabbat ka saath kyun chhode?? ---Mohabbatein
That Beggar and Me
than one month ago, one day I was waiting in the station for the train, the
train scheduled at 9:20 am, I reached much earlier there, suddenly I saw a
beggar, an women nearly 60 years old, she was in the front platform of mine,
she was eating some food in a dirty polythene, I was watching her, after taking
the food she took her Lathi(which supports her to walk) and went to the tap,
after drinking water she started to walk towards the nearest shade of tree and
sat there to take rest, her walk was very tired and slow, she wore a dirty
saree and was carrying her rag with her.
all take less or more care to our parents, we take care for their good health,
every day we ask them whether there is any physical trouble or not, we take
care of their high blood pressure, we keep them in regular check-up under
doctors, whenever they feel week we bring either energy drinks or consult
doctors, we take care whether they are taking proper foods or not, we all do
these very sincerely after a certain age of our parents, but there is nobody to
take care of that beggar, no one is there to take care whether she is suffering
from high blood pressure or sugar or cholesterol, there is no one to give her
energy drink or good food, i saw her when she was taking breakfast, she did not know whether she will get food for lunch or not----these are the thought coming into my mind after
watching that old beggar, it’s so pathetic….
days ago, on 20th May it was “Nrisingha Chaturdaushi”, my parents
and my sister is very much devoted to religious works, they had to take the
Prasad that is served every year in The Godiya Math, my father told me to bring
the Prasad after the Sandhya Aarti, after leaving the main road I took the lane
that heads towards the Goudiya Math and suddenly I saw that same old beggar sat
under a lamp post and eating some Britannia Biscuits, while I was returning
through the same path automatically my cycle became slow coming near her, I was
looking her, she noticed it and said---“Babu, will you pls help me to reach
Gaudiya math? I can’t see properly during night” I agreed to help her, while
she was standing, she informed me---“I asked some people where are they going,
they said that they are going Gaudiya Math, I asked for their help but no one
helped me”. Then she stood with the help of her Lathi, I got down from the
cycle as I thought that I have to hold her hand to show the path, but she was
walking herself, did not ask for my help, the math was 100 steps away with a
right turn, she did not ask for my help, only one mistake she was going to do,
that is she did not took the right turn and was walking straight, I showed her
the right path and helped her to enter in the math---her voice, her condition,
her walk, her helplessness haunted me whole night.
walking she informed me—“today someone has stolen my saree, my rag and my
petticoat”, the most bad habit in me is I carry as much as amount needed(as per
my calculation) while travelling, I don’t keep money whether going outside home
until I need to buy anything, that day I went to bring the Prasad only, so there
was no money with me so that I could help her, after reaching home I shared the
incident with my family and there was a pin drop silence for long time, they
all were feeling sad for her, its natural, from my childhood I am seeing my
parents have the habit to call the beggars and to serve food and my sister help
a poor family from her income, though she never tell anyone about this.
day for the whole night I was constantly thinking what I can do for her, rupees
100 or 500 will not solve her problem and truly saying I don’t have the financial
capability to bear her expenses for the rest of her life. At last an idea has
come into my mind---I will inform any NGO those are working on poverty and for
the poor people.
any one of you can suggest anything then it will be very helpful me.
was very tough for me to write this post---it’s so pathetic, but I need help
badly that’s why somehow I have managed to write it.