Everyone, who is
blessed with the sweet gift by Almighty in the garb of sister, is busy posting
words of appreciation, love and what not for her. Even I am lucky enough to have a cute sister
who never fails to open the door with a glass of water, amalgamated with loads
of love and care, within a few seconds of me beeping every evening after
office.
But today I will
harness this occasion to pour my anxiety about a recent incident, that put me
on my mettle.
It was after quite
a long time that my bike was not there to accompany me and I was left with no
other option than to take the refuge of the lifeline of Lucknow i.e. auto-rickshaw from Charbag last Tuesday. Just
to ensure the ease of the ‘picturesque’ view of cluttered roads, I made myself
(un)comfortable next to the driver. Not even five minute have passed that he
started showing himself up. He did not fail to address every single girl he
could break a lance with, be it the ones on their scooty, other rickshaw or the
ones walking on the road. With every comment, it would be really unreasonable
to say more than the girls but, I got restless. But soon all this came to a
head. It was about 5 km before my destination when a girl was giving the money
to that "bhaiya" and he
deliberately touched her hand. I was restless to the extent of shivering and
when I looked at him, he smiled with a grin. His joke fell flat and I could not
hold my nerves from taking him to task and said anything and everything to him
for the next 10 minutes. And you won’t believe he had no answer to any of my
comment or question, even I don’t remember what all I had said at that time.
But one thing that happened was that no repeat telecast of any such horrendous
episode was there for those who got down thereafter.
I do not consider
it an act of chivalry but there was a sense of regret, hatred, loather and what
not because my sister used to commute on the same route till last year. It
stands to reason that had all of us reacted the same way right from day one,
this would have not become all the rage. By long odds it is better to light a
candle than to curse the darkness, can we be diligent enough to resolve to
condemn any such act, without giving it a second thought!! Can there be a
better gift for our sweet sisters, who are embodiment of care, love and
affection.
Happy
Rakshabandhan.. J
