Few years back, during my ITT program, I had to travel to Gazipur everyday. Since I used to stay in Laxminagar, I had to change bus from Patpargunj. There were small stalls of Rs. 1 per glass drinking water, where I used to satisfy my thirst while I wait for the bus. Every day an old man would approach the people waiting for the bus begging for some money. He used to be half naked up to the waist, with his dark red skin showing with crooked back and shabby looks. He would approach everyone and ask for money but would get only disappointment as most people there would just ignore his plea.
During 30 days of training I saw him begging everyday but never was even a bit generous to provide some money for him. I just used to think about the differences in people's life and the decisions they take which makes the difference. I only had pity for him. After my training days were over, I never took that route and never saw that old beggar again until yesterday. Yesterday when I got to the Patpargunj bus stop I remembered the old beggar and looked around for him but didn't find him anywhere. I inquired about the old man with a little boy in the water stall, who now sells a glass of water for Rs. 5 to find that the old man died of cold last winter.
During 30 days of training I saw him begging everyday but never was even a bit generous to provide some money for him. I just used to think about the differences in people's life and the decisions they take which makes the difference. I only had pity for him. After my training days were over, I never took that route and never saw that old beggar again until yesterday. Yesterday when I got to the Patpargunj bus stop I remembered the old beggar and looked around for him but didn't find him anywhere. I inquired about the old man with a little boy in the water stall, who now sells a glass of water for Rs. 5 to find that the old man died of cold last winter.
