Okay! I agree that the title is more fashionable for the post you are going to read below. After reading the post, you may think I am someone left behind in the fast paced life and writing this in frustration. But this is what I genuinely experienced and this is a place where I get to be what I truly am. Hard and rude it may sound to some but I am here to write the way I feel or see the world, not the way it fancies some individual.
It’s an experience I had recently, while traveling that out me into many to and fro with questions. I had to travel to Hyderabad for some purpose which needed my urgent leave. For the urgency and lack of time I had to do the travelling through bus as trains were fully booked. Before the journey I hadn’t slept well for two days. Hence I less expected this journey to be any exciting even if this was my first time long journey in bus. Even after providing all amenities including the leather bed they couldn’t offer the comfort to give me a goodnight sleep. Every time the bus would jerk a little and I would get up violently. Even if a handsome boy was travelling next to my seat, I was too exhausted to lay an eye on him. In a word I was despicably worn out to do anything.
I arrived in the morning in Hyderabad relaxed that I had no such fuss to regret later like vomiting through out the night. Hyderabad’s clear sky and filtered air was no new to me. They welcomed me warmly kissing my cheeks with the early morning warmth. Then I asked some people who generously helped me with route to HiTech city from the place. I never trust secluded public transports in unknown cities. No one should too. I took a bus and then got at a place from there took another bus.
On the second bus, as it arrived and before its wheels stopped people were running towards it. Most of them were school and college students. Luckily I got a seat in the front. I sat there securely cramming the luggage bag under me feet and trying to breathe some fresh air among the people who were half hanging and half leaned over me. Then all of sudden a heavy school-bag thumped on my lap. I was startled with the sudden action. I looked at them strangely as the girl who had thumped the bag on me zig-zagged in the crowd to her friends group. I might not have told anything but I could barely manage the journey without vomiting and getting choked in crowd. Over to that I had my shoulder-bag and another luggage bag. So I called the girl and asked to take the bag and said sorry for my inability to help her out. She took back the bag with a grim that didn’t affect me much.
I relaxed with lightness which lasted for two minutes barely as after that another bag, heavier than previous was almost flung on me which fortunately missed my newly stitched wound on face. I was more horrified and dumbfound. I sat there silently thinking what I should do. I gently looked at the school girl and told her, “Give her to someone else, please.”
She looked at me like she is my principal and I am defying her task. Then she took the bag with a loud “hun” and dejectedly curving her lips in vice. I sat there prudently expecting something worse to happen as these days my fate is showing up with a black face only. Then I heard that school girl asking loudly to a friend standing next to me, “ Who is she? How rude?”
“Not from our college.” Her friend answered.
“Whatever. Aaj kal toh bus mein Samaj-seva hota hi nahin hain.” Then she elbowed her friend indicatively towards me, may be for next dialog. Then they whispered something to each other and laughed loudly, high fiving. Their gesture was clear toward me. It was bullying me in the bus.
My mind told me to get up and answer them well. But would have that changed anything in them? NO! They would have got more provoked and back-fire me which would have been totally stupid and unnecessary. So I plugged in some music and listened to it.
But the point of rambling 745 words is where our youth is heading to. Clearly I am five to seven years older than the girl as she is still in school where I have already completed my graduation. My experience and knowledge are as obviously better than her. Even I stand around half a foot taller than her. With her behavior she looked any intelligent than cow. Above from that she even doesn’t have manner to talk to elders. Elders don’t imply only people with graying hair and wrinkled skin. Elder means anyone who has the years in his life which counts more than yours. And you should respect them and their experience. Standing next to them, cracking jokes and gossiping about them won’t make you any modern. At least it won’t in my eyes. Instead it will make you imbecile and brute. I am not saying we shouldn’t help each other but we shouldn’t bully anyone in the name of help.
I have also seen the world, have stayed in fancy places that you can dream of, have used gadgets that you have barely heard of. I have Bachelors in Technology in Computer Science which means the thing that you proudly use everyday naming advance technologies, we have studied them. Don’t you think I am modern? I write boldly, about crime, love, relationship, sex and awareness. Am I not modern? But flanking behind the modernity at least I don’t cross the line. I know the limit. But do the young people know it?