Hunger understand no language, it knows only the need truly said, I felt this inside me when this happen in front of me, I felt despondent, nausea ,but I saw that.a naked truth of our society.It happened when I was waiting for my train to go home on Banaras Railway station.I had a really bad impression of drifter in Delhi as I find most of them drugs addicted or smackers So I make sure whom I m helping out. Same way it happen I was sitting on chair in the waiting room . The station was jam-packed. It was 4 o’clock in the evening and weather was little cold, it was raining heavenly.
I was there with my father, sipping tea and going through a magazine. My father went out for a while, and I came out of waiting rooms to see the rain .As usual there was some typical local boys eating chips packets and sipping tea and chucking the packets on the station and then making loud noise roaming here n there. The hawkers , crowd rain and trains on platform and the noise of all was mix.
There was few family / local people were sitting on the platform waiting for their respective train to come and chitchatting, some fighting, eating and few making dirty to the station, which was already in mess due to the rain. It was very interesting to observe all, there were two women of their early 60es absolute wet in the rain, they hold one plastic made bag, the one was trembling ling in the local language she is going to be sick the other one reply change kar le , and she took the one sari out of her bag and on station she change her cloths. I find it very awkward at first but then surprise to see her practice the way she change her cloths get prepared herself without any limp .I was really surprise to see her practice and smile on my own.
And there I saw another woman who was quite thin, her face was dry, and she was sitting on platform one kind of jhola along with her. I firstly ignore her and walked ahead to see a bookstall and .There I saw she hurriedly mold her body and get in the chair which was there on platform and find out one open chips packets and one used Irctc Dip tea glass which was used by the local boys sometime ago.
She took it and sat back on her plastic ka jhola. I saw her searching for 1- 2 chips peaces inside the packets and gulping them fast as someone will come and filch from her, and then she pick up the tea cup and there was few drops of tea may have left she drank it, but her craving was not filled to she took the dip and tore it and eaten the used tea leaves.I was like not able to move myself from there and looking at her activities.
She went again at a place where people thrown away eaten food and chuck it on station, it was dirty food and I am sure infected too, but she started eating those with test.Hmmm Hunger doesn’t understand any language It only knows the need. And she was hungry; I couldn’t stop my self, and bought few fruits and asked her to eat.
It was not that I felt like helping her out, I know I had given today , tomorrow she may again choose to eat food from the dirt
For her "hunger was important to satisfied" for us "we crib for every bless we had."
I felt myself deeply sad for her but I know I am too a selfish person alike others, who will not think of spoiling food and chucking them in dustbin without thinking it may fill somebody one time meal.
Who knows where that hungry people are? If I will find them I will give them , these are the answers we give to justify ourselves at least i does at a time.
I felt disgusted about myself, for what I am not able to identify since so long the Hunger.
The True shades of Hunger which may lead anyone do anything.
