He stood there in the corner of the street, looking at the large group of people, steaming, armed and blaspheming, cursing what seemed to be a couple of children. The boy was about 10 and was badly bruised, his sister, probably, was much younger. The boy was trying to retaliate, but he was outnumbered. He tried to figure out what was going on, he went to the adjacent paanwala and asked him why a group of several semi-barbaric men would surround two such innocent looking children....the reply that he got was rather shocking. The boy had apparently stolen a packet of milk, i guess hunger had taken over desperation eventually, and a quick glance with a sharp eye helped him locate a crumpled empty milk packet to which the little girl was clanging to. But to to such a thing for just a packet of milk...?
What followed next was completely horrific, one of the people surrounding the kids began to beat the boy up, the little girl started crying out loud, he stood there silently watching the ongoing event in much astonishment. How could such an event happen right at the middle of the street, in the heart of a big city like the one we all live in? He could not tolerate anymore, he went up to the people and asked why they would do such a brutal act......."They are thieves, if we don't kill them now they will grow up into robbers...so its better that we kill them now". He paid for the milk packet and pleaded the people to leave the kids alone. The people finally left, only after He lied to them that his father was closely associated with the human resources commission, and would get all of them arrested.
He was me.
How many such incidences happen today in our country....? we do not know the answer to this question yet....but i tell you one thing, seeing such a thing happen in front of you and letting it happen can be the worst thing that you can ever do.
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