Dt: 8 sept 2012
I was travelling to work as usual .Normally the trans would be jam packed during peak hours .But today I was a bit late and this being a non working saturday there was some breathing space.
As the train stopped at Airoli,two women with a small dholak like instrument in their hands entered the train .They were accomapanied with two small kids .The kids were supposed to dance to the beats of the drum which was meant to entertain the travellers.
My attention was caught by this kid .She looked like the girl from Swades in the song 'Ye tara wo tara'.She was not interested in doing this stuff and clearly showed her disappointment.By this time one of the women started hitting the kid with the same stick she was using to beat the dholak..She dealt a couple of blows which literally shook the kid.Before I could stop her she started beating the drum and both the kids started their dance.Its the same thing that madari asks his monkey to do.i felt disgusted .
Luckily they didnt extend this for too long.I felt bad for the kid and decided to give her a coin.(which I normally dont do).Unfortunately she went the other way and the other kid came to me.I though had decided that I would give the coin to the first kid and would also ask the women not to hit her the next time.I pulled out a 5 rupee coin to give it to her. But when the kid eventually came to me the train had already reached Ghansoli.Within seconds the entire group got down and ran for the next bogey.It hurt that I could not do anything to help this child from this misery.
As I was travelling back this evening by the same route I saw a similar group of a women and a kid.I checked a couple of times to see if it was the same girl.It wasnt her .
This kid had more or less accepted her fate and was going through the routine.I reached my pocket and again fetched a coin .It was the same 5 rupee coin that I had thought of giving the kid in the morning train.I gave that coin to this little girl and wished in my heart that someone could rescue these kids from this plight.
I was travelling to work as usual .Normally the trans would be jam packed during peak hours .But today I was a bit late and this being a non working saturday there was some breathing space.
As the train stopped at Airoli,two women with a small dholak like instrument in their hands entered the train .They were accomapanied with two small kids .The kids were supposed to dance to the beats of the drum which was meant to entertain the travellers.
My attention was caught by this kid .She looked like the girl from Swades in the song 'Ye tara wo tara'.She was not interested in doing this stuff and clearly showed her disappointment.By this time one of the women started hitting the kid with the same stick she was using to beat the dholak..She dealt a couple of blows which literally shook the kid.Before I could stop her she started beating the drum and both the kids started their dance.Its the same thing that madari asks his monkey to do.i felt disgusted .
Luckily they didnt extend this for too long.I felt bad for the kid and decided to give her a coin.(which I normally dont do).Unfortunately she went the other way and the other kid came to me.I though had decided that I would give the coin to the first kid and would also ask the women not to hit her the next time.I pulled out a 5 rupee coin to give it to her. But when the kid eventually came to me the train had already reached Ghansoli.Within seconds the entire group got down and ran for the next bogey.It hurt that I could not do anything to help this child from this misery.
As I was travelling back this evening by the same route I saw a similar group of a women and a kid.I checked a couple of times to see if it was the same girl.It wasnt her .
This kid had more or less accepted her fate and was going through the routine.I reached my pocket and again fetched a coin .It was the same 5 rupee coin that I had thought of giving the kid in the morning train.I gave that coin to this little girl and wished in my heart that someone could rescue these kids from this plight.
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