Like every day, that morning too I left my home at eight for the campus, which is just five minutes walking distance and in that five minutes I come across different experiences of different moods…the moment I leave my apartment I see a kid who had just learnt how to stand, watching me and expecting me to wave to her…with the sweetest voice and smile she responds with a bye … a smile so fresh as that morning, was enough to give may day a bright start. Thinking about her I am out of that lane and turn right, with a huge dump of garbage immediately at the turning. And I like a ‘responsible citizen’ move ahead covering my nose and cursing… no… no… not the municipality because I know the area where I live has excellent door to door garbage collection facility…still the people of that apartment owning a minimum of one car (costing somewhere around six to eight lakhs) could not find a better place than the entrance of their apartment compound to dispose off their garbage……..!! Struggling with my reasons for this irresponsible act of rich upper middle class ‘urban illiterate’ people, I reach the cross roads, with a temple at the opposite right corner. Unexpectedly there in the temple you see a considerable crowd of devotees who might be in their twenty’s and thirty’s. Look at so many youth that too so early in the morning in puja dress at a temple daily, I could not believe what the elder generation of today say, that today’s youth is loosing faith in god… … … may be only He knows which age group has more faith in Him…with this thought I pass a school, where kids are saying their morning prayers in their morning assembly… everyday when I see these kids standing in perfect line, height wise and as per their class with uniform matching their house colour for few moments I go back to my school days and how I used to hate those morning sessions…smiling on myself I move ahead…
When I was about to reach my college, that day I saw a new act happening…… An uncle was feeding street dogs with parle-g …lucky dogs… … …!!! That morning in hurry I could not even have breakfast… … … anyway… … … The man I guess was in his late forty’s but he was enjoying feeding those homeless ill-treated animals like a kid… it was quite a pleasant act to see… just few minutes back I was confronted to few highly irresponsible citizens and here I saw a deed of kindness from the citizen of same city… he might have atleast fed 10 parle-g medium sized packets… with a strange sense of contentment I crossed the road and entered my campus…
While going inside the campus a thought suddenly struck me about the man who was feeding street dogs with biscuits… he had brought all those biscuits in a plastic bag which he threw on the road once all the packets got over… he also threw all the wrappers of that medium sized ten to twelve biscuit packets on the road…and there was no need for me to think further as I and I guess everyone else today knows what ‘littering of plastic means’…
Only thing which confused me was how was I supposed to react…should I feel proud of that man for his deed of kindness or should feel disgusted to the irreplaceable damage he did in the process of kindness to the society and even the dogs he fed…?
And with a weird state o mind I entered my class where all the lights and fans were on with no one occupying it……….
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