The darkness prevailed as I crossed the gate, seemed like as if I was entering a bizarre cave like thing, abused him a whole lot for where I was taken ……….damn it! I could have enjoyed with my friends, or could have sunk my teeth onto some elegant roasts, rich brown gravy, golden fried-chicken and billowy mounds of mashed potatoes with plump pats of melting butter. It would have been much better I suppose. I abused my fate and what else could it be. But mind you I was still there in the gate as it was supposed to be a surprise.
“Man don’t you know surprises should always be good enough to be in your heart n head for days?”
“Man why you have to make my days bad always?”
But mind you I was still there in the gate!
And as I entered through tears came rushing through my eyes, it was more than meeting god or something more than being in to paradise….sick people lying here and there . Well then that should be hell but its not. Hundreds of white skinned volunteers working there, serving foods and keeping them clean every day…..volunteers of my age they all are. We went there to serve their night meals (we sponsored their meals for that day). And when you take the plate and hand them the smile they give back to you its worth a watch, something which you can never measure, and something that will always be treasured in my minds.
But deep inside something kept tingling- It was not only like there were no Bengali volunteers but there were no Indians too.
Man this is high time we should wake up. Is that we are so involved with our own or is that our false egos that creeps in and takes us away from all these?
“Man don’t you know surprises should always be good enough to be in your heart n head for days?”
“Man why you have to make my days bad always?”
But mind you I was still there in the gate!
And as I entered through tears came rushing through my eyes, it was more than meeting god or something more than being in to paradise….sick people lying here and there . Well then that should be hell but its not. Hundreds of white skinned volunteers working there, serving foods and keeping them clean every day…..volunteers of my age they all are. We went there to serve their night meals (we sponsored their meals for that day). And when you take the plate and hand them the smile they give back to you its worth a watch, something which you can never measure, and something that will always be treasured in my minds.
But deep inside something kept tingling- It was not only like there were no Bengali volunteers but there were no Indians too.
Man this is high time we should wake up. Is that we are so involved with our own or is that our false egos that creeps in and takes us away from all these?
1 comment:
This is one of the most realistic post i have read from my friends....Succinct and effective..Once one of my friends had said that we are the worst of all people because even if we know the sufferings around us and have the capacity to alleviate, we don't come forward..Sometimes when i see in those eyes it feels as a culprit....
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