Life Series: Colour exists
It’s a bus travelling from Chennai to one of the Western districts of Tamilnadu. A family belong to a upper strata of our society has occupied some of the seats and an old man who was around 50 years of old the head of this family occupied a window seat allotted to them. Now a seat in the aisle is free and that way the bus has reached the small town Chengalpaut which is next big stop after Chennai.
A man who is around some 35-year old got up in the bus and the ticket he booked was the seat next to that old man. He seemed to be a hard-working man. Due to that, his body was drenched with sweat. His color texture is black and his shirt is slightly shrugged and dirty due to the day’s work. As he went to take his seat near the old man, the old man started to shout that how dare they can allow a man of that class to sit with him. He started to argue with the bus conductor that he will pay for the next seat also but he won’t allow that man to sit near him. But that man seemed to be tired and don’t want to fight him. He said that I will sleep on the floor and didn’t made an issue with that. He got down by the morning still without any questions.
He slept on the bus floor even after paying for his seat due to our stupid separation in the name of caste. I can blame him also for standing up to his rights. But still our feel of hate is too deep that was getting passed from generation to generation. Here I have to say that son of that old man travelled with him and he didn’t said a word against his dad. He seated in front of his dad and he was a mere spectator. I accept that things are getting better in India but how fast is a question to be answered.
PS: Not able to post the review of digital fortress this week friends. Most postivitely my next post will be that on weekend