
I had gone to mainstreet today with my mil. Mainstreet is one of the main roads in the Pune city always crowded, full of activity and hustle bustle. So we were passing the renowned Marzorin , and outside there was this beggar in just one tattered shawl. Well, there is usually a gang of beggars beseeching for alms in that particular vicinity, but this beggar was unlike the rest. He was an old, frail, enervated, shaky man. He was pleading each and every passerby to help him but nobody turned back to give him a second glance. There were people dressed smartly in trendy garments displaying youth and vivacity. This presented such a stark contrast to the old beggar. What affected me the most however was the fact that he was crying. He was so helpless, deprived and desperately in need, but nobody had the heart or the patience or the time to stop, give him a penny and move on. I was one of the nobody. I cdnt help him coz at that time i didnt have any money on me. My heart loathed me. I identified with his helplessness. So many times i have felt the same,vulnerable, feeble, clueless and unhappy, begging for help, for love, for concern. The only difference was that i knew that i have my family and friends to support me, whereas he didnt have anyone to look upto for love. I wish i could have helped him but sometimes you have just got to leave it on Allah.