After a heady concoction of Public economics and Development Theory lectures I called it a day. However, while going to the metro station something unusual caught my attention. A blind man was standing on the footpath with a tall, completely fit guy who was in a blue Hawaii shirt (FYI, girls notice a guy’s clothes more than his looks). It seemed to me (from the rickshaw I was sitting in) that both of them were together, maybe waiting for a ride. But after getting down I realized that the two people had nothing to do with each other. They were complete strangers. The blind guy was standing at the wrong place waiting for a bus or maybe he wanted to cross the road and the guy in blue was standing right next to him, oblivious to the blind guy.
So I stood in front of the metro station for 10 odd minutes observing both men. The fit guy looked at the blind man several times and every time he looked at him I hoped he’ll offer help. Alas! World is not a wish granting factory. Going by the urgency in his body language, it seemed that he was least interested in helping a guy in rags who apparently couldn’t see. He saw me staring at him and he still chose not to act.
And then he left. Just like that. Without giving a second glance to the man on the footpath.
This woke up the good Samaritan in me. So, I walked towards the blind guy and asked him where he wanted to go. Magloi Pur I guess and I waited with him for his bus while people came, stared and went. Standing with him I thought: “Am I doing a good thing? Or am I just being selfish because I do need good points in my life’s book to compensate for my daily sins?” I still don’t know the answer 😛
The point of writing all this is that initially I ignored that blind guy’s state thinking someone else would come and help him out. After all, there were several people (and police) who saw him. Why is it my responsibility to help him? And that’s precisely what the guy in blue and all other people who ignored the blind man thought. Why? Because that blind guy isn’t their relative. He’s someone else’s but definitely not theirs.
In my defense, I helped him not because no one else did but because I wanted to. Moreover, I wanted to show an invisible middle finger to the guy in blue and the police waalas.
Now tell me, how many times have you ignored a silent plea? Or should I rather ask: How many times have you not helped people thinking someone else would definitely do it?