Me and the THIRLD WORLD !!!

How often have you observed the generally ignored parallel world at Traffic Signals? Just think, as in, have you always been ignoring the very presence of jam-triggered activities around you or is it something you have educated yourself not to be bothered with. Have you inherently developed a feeling that one should not pay any damn heed to all such creatures including Calcluator wallahs, brush wallahs, cushion wallahs, flower wallahs, eunuchs and beggers. Has this feeling already got deeply engraved into your sub conscious as it has got into mine? Has it got something to do with the movies like TRAFFIC SIGNAL that such beliefs have been coherently structured and concreted?

I was just thinking over the same. For the past couple of weeks I have been driving a lot in my newly acquired SWIFT and such instances have unwarrantedly become a routine passé. No, I am not at all advocating the cause of this all different world. Just that somewhere at the back of my mind this has become a generalized cognition. My spontaneous reaction to any person approaching to me in such cases is a wave of hand as if to brush off even the sight. That day at R.K. Puram signal a girl barely 7 knocked at my car window, pleading to buy a bunch of roses and my instant reaction was just a wave of hand with a slight scowl. It was as if brushing off dust from my clothings. Almost that dead and inert.

I have comprehended that while driving I don’t realize such (mis) behavioral instincts but as soon as get back to home ,I find myself feeling troubled, many a times disturbed for being rude and more so indifferent, hostile and this reflects in my attitude. I mean, one she is a child with no brightly carved future in sight and then over and above that a blocked heap of mentality from us, the educated strata of the civilized world. A new world order is expected through us. Are we only gonna’ bring renaissance in modern India. Isn't it...Huh.. Rubbish.

Anyways, just was wondering if this phenomenon is happening with a congenially random soul like me only or if it is something that itches many others of my Gen. By phenomenon I don’t mean the inability to help such THIRD WORLD inhabitants, by it I mean the feeling of insensitivity that has creped into me stealthily.

The remark is open. So is discussion ‘coz I am not able to conclude it rationally. Anybody listening. Socrates huh!

P.S.- Normally any such down-surge of my psyche results into a Poem.So,just can go through one related to this post under this entry.

क्यों अलग मैं क्यों अलग वो॥

मेरा यौवन है अलग, क्यूंकि मैं वरदान था।
एक शिक्षित एवं प्रतिष्ठित, कुल की मैं संतान था।

प्राप्त कर सका जो भी चाहा,कुछ संबल कुछ ज्ञान से।
माता पिता के आशीर्वाद से, पूर्वजों के संज्ञान से।

पर क्या अशिक्षित कुल से होना,एक जिंदगी के लिए अभिशाप है।
मेरी झोली मैं है खुशियाँ ,उसकी में संताप है।।

पूर्वजों के ह्रदय सुना है,निश्छल - निकपट होते हैं।
फिर क्यों उसके और मेरे,यूं भाग्य अलग-अलग होते हैं।

कैसे आएगी हे ईश क्रांति,इस विभाजित संसार में।
घिसीपिटी सी आदमियत से,टूटे हुए हर परिवार में।

मेरी क्रांति अब मुझसे शुरू है,और शायद मुझ में ही सब विकार है।
इस रोगी भाग्य एवं जग से,अब शुरू मेरा प्रतिकार है॥