Someone died today. You might have known him well - he slogged for you in your orchards, run errands for you, maintained your house, brought news and gossip to you, kept you in good humour with his jokes and stroked your ego. Literally, he was your 'pacemaker' and let’s call him that. He died but you are still alive.
The 'pacemaker' had inherited nothing and was raised on doles, didn't get much education and food. He lived in squalor but dreamed big - he dreamt of being you someday but he couldn’t even come close.
I came across couple of archaic articles in news print which lauded Kotgarh for its economic progress - one of the articles says Kotgarh has the highest per capita income (rural) in Asia and then an article published couple of years later says it has the highest per capita income in the South East Asia. My chest is already puffed up but the news of the death of 'pacemaker' deflates my jubilations - we could have made a difference to his life.
I remember meeting an elder from Kotgarh about a year ago who was aghast at the appalling attitude of the youngsters toward the elders and he was quite eloquent in expressing the though that more than the cast and the religion it’s the economic divide which separates the people in Kotgarh. The display of bonhomie is pseudo and the relations are all but for personal gains.
Have you done your bit for your ‘pacemaker’? Do you ensure his family is taken care of? His kids have decent education and his small dream are supported. Don't wait for him to die.
Next time in case you are driving back home from Narkanda in odd hours, check if you could help someone reach home for dinner.
Friday, January 22, 2010
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A very thoughtful post, I like it !!
ReplyDelete"Next time in case you are driving back home from Narkanda in odd hours, check if you could help someone reach home for dinner."
ReplyDeleteVery thoughtful indeed , but sad coz not many people do that anymore. . i guess due to the fear of the bogey man or couple who could slit or strangle your throat and rob you. i get to hear these stories quite often from concerned buzurgs, relatives and friends whenever i drop off someone i dont know in thanedhar. . oh well !!