Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Who cares...

This morning I woke up to a phone call that there had been a bomb blast in Boston, USA. With my twenty- one year old son at  the University there, it was hardly the best wake up call.. A hurried phone call  later, my heartbeat steadied a little and knowing that he was safe, I could actually begin to take in what had happened.  Two powerful bombs had gone off near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Three people had lost their lives and many were injured. ( A report in the New York Times.) My phone kept ringing through the day and there were messages on Face book and texts that expressed relief at my son being safe. The best part was knowing that some of my friends in the USA had called and assured themselves of  my son's safety much before I even knew about the blast. It was reassuring to know that there were people who cared.

Those kind of people were missing last evening from a busy intersection in Jaipur, Rajasthan where a mother and baby bled to death as motorist after motorist just drove past them , ignoring every cry for help. The Man, Kanhaiyalal Raigher, can be seen alternately pacifying his distraught son and  begging, pleading, beseeching someone- anyone to stop, but no one did. Eventually a motorcyclist did stop, but it was too late for the little girl and her mother. We now have the story of how a girl and her friend thrown off a bus in Delhi, were left to die. We have the story of Keenan and Reuben, who were beaten to death in front of a crowd in Mumbai. Of a young man Santosh, in Mumbai, who was stabbed to death just for standing up against a group of boys who were harassing a girl. No one helped any of these people. Though almost everyone said how terrible it was that they did not get help. So were all the helpful people missing from those places on those days? No one  thought of alerting the police. Maybe if the passing motorists in Jaipur or Delhi had just called in reporting the incident, it would have saved  lives. 

Then again, maybe we feel only for 'OUR' people. I am extremely grateful to all those who called in and checked in on my son and all those who called me to make sure he was okay. I am touched. I know that people care. It was terrible what happened in Boston, the oldest marathon in the world. But why did no one care for those others? Did they feel it did not concern them? Were they worried about getting embroiled in court cases? Did they think it was a hoax? Did they feel it would never happen to them?

All that I can think of is - 
“First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out—

because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—
because I was not a socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—
because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me—
and there was no one left to speak out for me.”

― Martin Niemöller

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Simba sighting

January 15, 2005 - April 10,2013.
People often move out of the way when we are on a walk with him. The maintenance people check to ensure he is safely locked up even before they enter the gates. As for the children, well, they are terrified , if they have never been here before. Once they have met Simba, almost all kids go home and ask for a pet.

Whoever said appearances are deceptive had Simba in mind . A huge German Shepherd of German descent, he has a head that seems almost bear like. On his two paws, he is taller than most grown men. If you ever have him charging toward you, you are unlikely to wait and find out the reason. What most do not know is that he is probably on his way to lick you senseless.

If you see him howling at the gate, you can be sure that he is just inviting you to come in. Only thing is, most people are sceptical about this. His biggest joy is to have friends over. Oh no, I do not mean canine friends. I think he doesn't even know that he is a dog. He loves friends of our sons and loves them all equally. His motto is "the more, the merrier" and heaven is when they choose to play outside with the ball. But he is just as content to be a part of the group discussion or even a board game, and his eyes move from one to another depending on the conversation or the move.

So what kind of a guard dog is he? Well, the kind that guards your soul and teaches you never to judge by appearances!
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