It was dusk time and I was returning from my college. The Chowk near my house was surrounded by people. When I deboarded my auto I witnessed blood stains and dispersed peanuts on the roadside with a police van standing nearby. This was one of the busiest chowks of Vaishali. It was clearly evident that some major accident had taken place. People were murmuring something. After carefully listening to them I figured out that a truck driver lost his control due to break failure and hit the vendor who used to sell peanuts and popcorns. The vendor had died on the spot. The policemen were inquiring about the vendor. After taking sufficient information about the incident I moved to my home.
Sitting in my balcony from where the chowk was clearly visible I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the vendor. I remember he had been selling peanuts and popcorns at that chowk for over past ten years, but he couldn’t grow older over these years. Possibly because he had started looking his present age ten years back itself. Short hair, light stubble, dark brown complexion, dirty and torn cloths of Khadi, and a worn our pair of slippers are what I remember him sporting throughout these years.
Sitting in my balcony from where the chowk was clearly visible I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the vendor. I remember he had been selling peanuts and popcorns at that chowk for over past ten years, but he couldn’t grow older over these years. Possibly because he had started looking his present age ten years back itself. Short hair, light stubble, dark brown complexion, dirty and torn cloths of Khadi, and a worn our pair of slippers are what I remember him sporting throughout these years.
Seldom I had seen him smiling. I could see him moving in balcony or in my way while going somewhere. Daily he would appear on the chowk at around 4 pm and stay in the vicinity till 9-10 pm depending upon the weather. Leaving me wondering where does he come from and where does he disappear. Every time I saw him an army of questions used to surround me. Does he live somewhere nearby or does he moves up and down daily from a distant place. How big (or small) is his family, does he have one? Is he able to make both the ends meet? Most importantly how does he earn his living when its not the season of peanuts? I could never go and ask him all these questions though I always wanted to.
Well returning to the present. His body remained unclaimed for about a week. Despite the fact that almost everyone in Vaishali recognized him but no one actually “knew” about him. At the end the merciful MCD cremated him under government expenses. At least this much can be done by the government of a developing nuclear power, what if they are not able to provide a two time meal to the starving poor fighters.
How strange it sounds, that he has been selling peanuts at that chowk for more than ten years and no-one knew anything about him. I doubt if anyone knew even his name. He remained ignored like an old building. Society and individuals are complimentary to each other then how can our society be so much negligent towards anybody. Or is it that poor don’t form a part of our society. Present day society seems to be a cluster of selfish individuals. In an attempt of progressing we have completely forgotten that society is a place for human interactions and not material transactions. Today when every one is confined to one’s own comforts only, I feel the dead vendor’s silence asks us…….
Is this what we call “Society”?
Well returning to the present. His body remained unclaimed for about a week. Despite the fact that almost everyone in Vaishali recognized him but no one actually “knew” about him. At the end the merciful MCD cremated him under government expenses. At least this much can be done by the government of a developing nuclear power, what if they are not able to provide a two time meal to the starving poor fighters.
How strange it sounds, that he has been selling peanuts at that chowk for more than ten years and no-one knew anything about him. I doubt if anyone knew even his name. He remained ignored like an old building. Society and individuals are complimentary to each other then how can our society be so much negligent towards anybody. Or is it that poor don’t form a part of our society. Present day society seems to be a cluster of selfish individuals. In an attempt of progressing we have completely forgotten that society is a place for human interactions and not material transactions. Today when every one is confined to one’s own comforts only, I feel the dead vendor’s silence asks us…….
Is this what we call “Society”?