The Lost Face Of Humanity

Broken tiles of my soul often get crushed by the heavy walks of the world again and again on it; and thus, this is one more sight to it about the incident that occurred that morning. 

Around 5:30 a.m. I left home to reach the station and run to the college which is two hours away from my place. I was already running late for the local train. I somehow luckily reached a few minutes before its departure, but the train was running late. It was Tuesday, and there was a heavy rush due to the working day. Pushing myself through the crowd... I found a way to the front side of the platform. 5:44: the time in the digital clock showed. The train would come exactly at 5:50, 6 minutes more to go, I thought to myself. 

I was looking at the sky and the carbon clouds arising from the nearby factory's chimney and suddenly a guy jumped down on the platform. 

Initially, he was looking around "What a dumb! the train is about to come," I thought to myself, maybe he is searching for something and I turned away, but in a fraction of second, tables turned, I saw something you don't want to hear, likewise many did… slowly a few awake eyes saw him laying his head on the railtrack and my mind stopped working. People around started shouting and screaming "Get up!" "Get up from there Idiot!" He was drunk and with closed eyes he turned deaf to the cries of the public around. Two minutes more, the clock was ticking and few commuters couldn't help but get down and pull him away. 'Kaana khali dya toh murkhya la' i.e "Give him a Tight slap" people were shouting from behind.

The tracks were vibrating like the soul of many spectators around, the train was coming slowly and every person was shouting and begging it to stop. And it stopped...just a few inches away from his body, he didn't go ahead and thus letting the train be on the final track, the crowd got in and that horror got within me. It served as a hot gossip for the ladies around. One hour, two hours, and everyone almost forgot what had happened! Getting busy in their lives. 

Sitting in the boring maths class. I wondered what had happened to him? Why did he take such a frightening step? I really don't know! Neither am I aware of it, I doubt, did he even get back home? 

Hours later, the same noon, I returned home and witnessed a book with the name 'Where is God?' near a dustbin, I wonder was it dropped or thrown? I took it and silently kept it near the station master's telephone.

We weren't born with sadness, depression, and all that negative shit of the world, but our mistake is we think that's all we can own! That guy was searching not for his accidentally dropped shoe but his forgotten soul.

Is really suicide a way to reach heaven? No! Because that’s not a place for cowards - your sufferings don’t end, they get transferred to other shoulders with such an act. 

Without even experiencing pain and suffering and building a strong soul, are we even competent enough to meet the almighty? 

The silver lining to this is that guy and I witnessed some humanity -- which I always thought was a forgotten bird. God is there, in that bird, yes, he is seen but not by all the eyes because most are confused between what's right and wrong? Is it even righteous, these all things are so complex, really enough to make a soul perplexed! But one should never give up on this gift called Life!