Social Service, An Experience!!
Sight of barely covered, badly starved and deeply disturbing homeless souls on the footpath-strikes us instantly. We either pass them by quickly, offering probably a few thoughts of sympathies or better still-choose to ignore them-for somewhere down the line we feel guilty. Guilty, that we are more fortunate than them, guilty that we can do nothing to make circumstances a little favorable in their side. I had not thought or known much of these faceless, homeless people down the road till that day-when I spent a few hours of my life prodding into theirs. I know this would mean nothing to them, but it meant so much for me that now when such image comes in front of me- I feel more connect more empathy with them.
It was one foggy morning in January. I joined Saurabh in his yearly exercise of distributing clothes among the poor. My sister Ruchi too, left the warmth of blanket and enthusiastically followed us in the action. As the fog gave way to drizzle-making the chill all the more piercing- the morning unfolded to make way for a day that would be itched in our memories for years to come.
Bearing the cold we first headed to a Gurudwara near Dhaulakuan- it was my idea as I had noticed news stories about many homeless taking shelter near that particular Gurudwara. The 8-9 bags of clothes that we had collected from 3-4 families first opened up when we saw an old man struggling to bear disturbingly low temperature with a thin blanket. As we offered a sweater to him, he grabbed it and surprisingly rebuked Saurabh for failing to come the last day. As he complained that he did not have food that day, it clearly implied that he would have been given alms by a Samaritan regularly. We bought him tea and biscuits and headed for another destination.
Daylight had broken out by now as we reached at Sain temple at Lodhi road. Saurabh was very particular about choosing the `right person’ before he handed out clothes and it made sense given the fact that we had limited stock. So after reaching the spot, we got off the vehicle and first decided to take a round and choose those who were in real need. A child, rolled up like a ring to beat the chill caught Saurabh’s attention. Though the little boy was wearing sweaters his bare legs would be making things really difficult for him. An infant and old woman became other beneficiaries.
The old woman- Kailash, who we offered a Sari, narrated her tale of conversion from a house-maid to a beggar. “After my son died, my daughter-in-law threw me out of the house and I had no where to go, no purpose to live I felt so helpless I took up begging,” said the fate-ripped woman, her eyes moist, voice quivering.
This was first time I had heard a first hand account of a making-of-beggar that I had heard and I felt doing our token service of providing a piece of cloth would hardly make a difference to the life of those- who have been robbed off everything by the destiny- their families, belongings, aspirations and above all-hopes.
It was the good cause that was driving us though we did feel that twist in the gut at the sight of those who are barely `alive’. I cannot forget the sight of a middle-aged man who was sleeping near a bus stop in Nizammuddin covered with sacks! Saurabh was first apprehensive about putting a blanket over him as he thought the man was already dead- but later he realized that the cold had taken toll on him-pushing him dangerously close to death. We will never know what happened to that man but everyday I read reports about homeless people dying of unbearable cold-image of that person floats in front of my eyes. Could he be the one?
After distributed clothes among a few at Nizammuddin we headed towards Indraprastha. Experience, there, however was slightly bitter as we were almost mobbed by construction workers near the makeshift residences just off the Ring Road. As we reluctantly gave clothes to few of them, we also learnt that probably discipline and patience are some of the essentials- these people are mostly deprived of, like so many other things. But you cannot always blame them for that- for the kind of lives they lead, they have right to get more.
Next, we hit Chankayapuri and gave woolens to few old women. Last stoppage was Saket. Situation was no better there as slum dwellers snatched bags from Saurabhs’ and Ruchi’s hands. As we were done with the social-work-sort-of-exercise, we headed towards a mall at Saket we were really starving.
Later that day, when I was watching 3-D marvel Avatar in the late evening- I was watching two movies simultaneously- the one that was playing on the large screen in front of my eyes and the second- the more `real and naked’ one-which was playing on my mind.
Sumi Sukanya
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