In this world of Ping and Bang, the year was 2011 with one year more to go for the predictions from the prophet who was called Crazy head Nostradamus and the patch of incidents with that Pink Floyd lyrics coming in the picture when numb is not even comfortable enough. I’d like you all to narrate an incident that shook a life near me for the sake of Rural Humanity v/s the Urban Fear.
“ There were two friends, living in a city where they earned their bread after the routine days’ end, one is a laundry boy at the end of the master lane and other is a full-time servant in an upper middle class family. Both came to a developing and a blessed urban city with a dream to earn something for their families back in their village in the east. They earned it wisely even though the scale of was in the lower class. Having to meet everyday as they were in the closely knitted area, they became close friends and were there for each other when needed in the times of financial setbacks and health crisis in their family.
It was like they grew together till the time they were in the city and it had been 10 years now.
As per annual routine, they used to visit their respective village to meet their families for a month or so. And there came a time where the one of them (the laundry guy) went to visit his village to see his family of five.
One fine day, when he was taking rest outside his hut-house, he heard some voices from the side of the nearby old well besides some old teak trees. There were about twenty odd people surrounding the well, all baffled and frightened as there were some five of their villager friends stuck at the bottom of that well, trying to help those people in some other way. As soon as he witnessed the situation, he ran around to get a rope and never thought what would just happen. Fearless, as he was he jumped inside the well to help those lives binding that rope to the stone at the corner of the well. Unlikely to his fate, after having tried hard to save those lives, he found himself drifting away, ultimately losing his balance and under the deep water well. This took him his life. And became one of those few ones who donated his life to save some.
Just, when his friend back in the city came to know that his old friend is no more, shocked and splintered he was left vacant. For him, it was like a part of his body that just got disabled. He wished god that he would have been there at his friend’s place or could help him in some or the other way. It was something that shook him from inside, and there has been no day he must not have thought about those days with his friend.”
Accidents happen, and we blame the fate. Until and unless, we don’t face it in our surrounding. India, has been the land of innumerable such incidents, and the value of life has been detrimental. In urban cities, the death rate is almost 1 every second. There are people who do not wish to care or help those lives to which they can actually make difference on for the sake of humanity or religion. Life expectancy in India is about 63 years comparable to 77 years in USA, 78 in Singapore and 72 in China. India should not be just a nation of media clad debatable societies, but actually humans with true respect and value for life. Be it in the urban or the rural.
We never know, we might just save few lives unknowingly if we are human enough with the same emotions,