Once upon a time there lived a person .mmm .. this would rather compound to be a painstakingly banal begining , not to mention the cliched subjection to boredom .How ever the profound poignancy of the situation ,that has been unfortunately ( to say the least ) encompassed by the solitary life of the person ,I am going to attribute words to , transcends by all means the ability of mere verbal discourse.Inspite or despite ,I am obligated in some way to continue.
Standing on three legs , this person ,has well a lot to complain about .But words too , carried by ones tone ,would have the privilege of connotations ,if and only if received by entities other than ones own squalid reflection.Starting with this reflection , one might consider it necessary to mention the red juice dripping and meandering its way from the inception of his lips to the end of the conduit dividing his chin .Dishevelled hair ,course teeth ,deep rooted whilst patched beard ,rags ,crutches and the ever so perennial rancid odour would very vividly depict yet another begger on the streets of India,right outside well …another Ganesha temple .If you thought so , then I would defnitely be honoured to state that my exposition,so far , has very well appealed to your sense of better understanding .
So this is about a begger alright .A begger it is ,but hence forth I should, if not would ,with all sense and awareness , refer to him as nayeeendrbaebu .’nayeendrrr what ? ‘was then redressed with ‘Narender Babu’ ,when he decided to process his words to a pace ,that my neurons could endure .Hence the one legged soul had bourn the words “Narender Babu “ for the past 35-40 years or so (a meek guess).
With his appellation lucidly on the fore ,I guess its time to bring out the electrician,the painter ,the auto driver and well a son of a mother within him ,to support the rest of our subject-” Narender”.Ironically ,these vibrant supporting elements in his days of yore, seem to have been subverted by the two vivid moribund crutches,that are on display today .Oops ! It might seem to be a sorry excuse , however whilst i was busy with my didactic review of this persons grievances, I might have forgotten to mention the inability of his right ear to function as it ought to .This right ear ,did insome way , defy him the covetted fortune of hearing an inbound train ,which eventually raced passed him robbing him of his right foot.
Thus ,Narender babu was bereaved of his driving ,painting ,electrical acumen and most importantly his mother( who had starved herself to expiration ) .Wait !! the last sentence is absurd isnt it ?How can I not mention his legs and just rave about his abilities ,that he no longer has any use for? Well , with the question appropriately articulated ,the answer could be nothing more but “reach out “.Ajay ,while enjoying the morning breeze , would very well jog past Narender ,without even paying heed to the presence of a being .Even if he does ,manage to cast a glanse , it would ferret nothin more than ‘ .. hmm .. a handicap ..’ .The ability to reach out and talk makes one nourish and establish a perspective ,that would have otherwise passed as yet another blemish on the posh streets of our residential milieu.
The handicaps/abject poor have names,to say the least , is some thing that most of us havent realized yet .Why ? I wouldnt know .How? I wouldnt know either .But the stollid Narender ,despite his misfortunes ,spoke about going back home early ,on this particularly bright sunday, to give his crutches a deserved rest and recline onto the baren floor of his solitary hut ,instead of his mothers lap that fate had so cruelly extorted from him.
Well , the above was no mere outcome of any whim , but something that could be corroborated by Narender’s presence ,right outside the ganesha temple adjuscent to besant Nagar Bus terminous in Adyar .So if you guys do run into him, do spare a second for a mere hello , as oddly ,Narender seems to be feeling a little too lonely amongst 7 billion of us .
