CRASH!!!
Shaking my head in frustration, as I guided my way through the traffic, I passed by the cause of commotion; laying my eyes exactly for a fraction of second on the blood splattered all over the road.
Taking the same route to work, such sights have almost become a part of the daily morning highway madness.
But these incidences are not in isolation, at least that’s what I have observed. As soon as you hear this ear-splitting screech followed with the horrifying sound of metal piercing into the flesh, in almost the same moment you can see people running towards the scene of accident. To help the victim, to grab the reckless driver and to pull the vehicles off the road. Water arrives at scene in no time as does the taxi to take the injured to the nearest hospital.
With only a rare exception, these people belong to particular standard, lifestyle, and type…what ever you would want to call it. Most of them are the slum dwellers from near by or the shop owners or the casual newspaper boy doing his daily rounds. People, who struggle for their livelihoods, who mostly are uneducated, who don’t work wear neck ties with shiny tie-pins, who don’t discuss the present state of country over a peg of scotch.
People who are untouched by the humane concepts of Valentine’s Day, mother’s day, friendship day, community-welfare week, donate-your-toys day etc.
People, who don’t go to watch meaningful cinema and take deep breaths of appreciation for the rape-victim performance and condemn the police officer who didn’t file her report.
People, who don’t send e-mails full of inspirational quotes to their colleagues and friends, believing they are doing their part of duties towards the society.
People, who don’t give alms to beggars in front of the fairer sex to impress them and show their sensitive side.
People, who don’t choose to turn a blind eye on the ‘blood wanted urgently’ because of sheer laziness and indifference.
People, who realise that the person struggling for breath, might be the sole bread earner of the family.
People, who don’t have to rush to office on time, to hold a workshop on ‘Importance of giving back to the society’.
People who are not educated enough to view life in documentaries, online blogs and art galleries.
People who were never in the rat race that would have made them insensitive and selfish.
People who still choose to listen to their hearts.
People who don’t have to call the security guard to ask their neighbour’s name.
People, who we all were once.
People, we all left behind in the search of life.
People, whom we now look for in movie heroes, history, happy endings.
People, whom we look for in our reflections on the computer screens.
"We miss the touch so much, that we CRASH into each other in the streets just to feel something." – Dialogue from the movie CRASH.
Shaking my head in frustration, as I guided my way through the traffic, I passed by the cause of commotion; laying my eyes exactly for a fraction of second on the blood splattered all over the road.
Taking the same route to work, such sights have almost become a part of the daily morning highway madness.
But these incidences are not in isolation, at least that’s what I have observed. As soon as you hear this ear-splitting screech followed with the horrifying sound of metal piercing into the flesh, in almost the same moment you can see people running towards the scene of accident. To help the victim, to grab the reckless driver and to pull the vehicles off the road. Water arrives at scene in no time as does the taxi to take the injured to the nearest hospital.
With only a rare exception, these people belong to particular standard, lifestyle, and type…what ever you would want to call it. Most of them are the slum dwellers from near by or the shop owners or the casual newspaper boy doing his daily rounds. People, who struggle for their livelihoods, who mostly are uneducated, who don’t work wear neck ties with shiny tie-pins, who don’t discuss the present state of country over a peg of scotch.
People who are untouched by the humane concepts of Valentine’s Day, mother’s day, friendship day, community-welfare week, donate-your-toys day etc.
People, who don’t go to watch meaningful cinema and take deep breaths of appreciation for the rape-victim performance and condemn the police officer who didn’t file her report.
People, who don’t send e-mails full of inspirational quotes to their colleagues and friends, believing they are doing their part of duties towards the society.
People, who don’t give alms to beggars in front of the fairer sex to impress them and show their sensitive side.
People, who don’t choose to turn a blind eye on the ‘blood wanted urgently’ because of sheer laziness and indifference.
People, who realise that the person struggling for breath, might be the sole bread earner of the family.
People, who don’t have to rush to office on time, to hold a workshop on ‘Importance of giving back to the society’.
People who are not educated enough to view life in documentaries, online blogs and art galleries.
People who were never in the rat race that would have made them insensitive and selfish.
People who still choose to listen to their hearts.
People who don’t have to call the security guard to ask their neighbour’s name.
People, who we all were once.
People, we all left behind in the search of life.
People, whom we now look for in movie heroes, history, happy endings.
People, whom we look for in our reflections on the computer screens.
"We miss the touch so much, that we CRASH into each other in the streets just to feel something." – Dialogue from the movie CRASH.
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