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The day i felt that i am of no use..

Ok..so as it has become a tradition now.. I also joined these ‘promising’ coaching classes aftr high school with three more friends of mine..

My institute was situated at Kalu Sarai(Hauz Khas), New Delhi..Oh god.. You should personally visit the place..The place is so full of students..the roads are so narrow and there’s hardly any space to walk properly..

Initially for the first year..we traveled in these local blueline buses of delhi.. ’PATHETIC’ is the word I must say.. You have to run to get inside them.. Most of the times u don’t get a seat and when your time is not good..you have to cover the distance standing on one foot..Yes I have done this numerous times.. But you know what..This one year of traveling has made me very independent I must say..Now I feel..You go and drop me in any part of the country and give me sufficient amount of money.. And I’ll find my way back home..

Now coming to the main thing..We had our classes on weekends..Every day we got Rs.100 from our parents( Yes..this money ws a huge amount for that place..Travelling required 43 bugs and still in d remaining 57 we had so much delicious stuff to eat n everyday we could still bring back Rs. 10 or 20!!) and also, I always carried around Rs.1000 in reserve for emergencies..

Now one Sunday..in the morning when I gave the conductor the 100 rupee note, I forgot to take the change back..so my balance for that day was zero..But it wasn’t a reason for worry for me..The real thing is yet to come.. After our class got over..both of us( we were only two that day..rest were absent) decided to take an auto form IIT, Delhi to Nehru Place instead a bus( we had to change three buses on one way)..
We were standing on a red light when alday cam ecrying to us..I felt she had to be one of d ‘highly skiled beggers’ of the country..BUT…..

She came and said..”bhaiya humari madad kar do” (Please help me)..And then she pointed towards another lady..who was sitting in a shabby saaree on the nearby footpath.. She was pregnant..She was dying with labour pain..And besides her was sitting a child (who was probably her elder child)..Who was also crying..shouting.. I still can’t explain what that scene was for me..i was ‘totally helpless’ with no money in hand.. Even my friend had an amount which was just sufficient to bring us home..Then when I checked my bag for the emergency money..I realized that I had spent it on buying books last week and had not replaced the amount.. I asked the auto driver..I said..We have already fixed Rs.30, we’ll give you 20 more..Could you please drop the lady to a hospital..And guess what..Pat came the reply..”I m nt used to going on that route”..

Well..All I could do that day was..I told her that we can just give you these 20 bugs that we have..We gave her the money and the signal went green..And we moved ahead..

That night on my bed.. I only had this thing in my mind..Then I realized.. It was our fault.. We could have left the auto and could have taken a bus instead.. Atleast this would have left the lady with a bit more money in her hand.. But then..We hadn’t done this thing intentionally..The idea just din't strike us at that moment..