How does it feel to live in a city, where people have lost there conscience so conveniently?
Don’t know? Ask me.
Yesterday, I was on a social networking site, chatting with one of my friends in Roorkee. We just started talking about whether she has visited Delhi or not and during our long conversation I realized one thing that she was just not ready to visit the city. I mean can you believe it she didn’t want to visit the national capital territory, the capital of mughals, the city that Ghalib was just not ready to leave because of its charm, the city which gave Bahadur Shah Zafar his last chance to leave his mark in history during 1857 revolt, the city that saw dismissal of the native authorities and arrival of the Europeans, the city which witnessed the famous Delhi durbar organized by Lord Lytton in 1877 to proclaim the assumption of imperial title by queen Victoria synchronized with a terrible famine in India and later in 1911 when king George V and queen empress visited India. It was decided here only to transfer the capital from Calcutta to Delhi and equally more important was the nullification of partition of Bengal .
Where all that charm, gradeour have vanished? The recent incidents in the capital city have completely earned her the title ‘the Heartless City ’ . The most recent one at the Ashram Chawk showed exactly why the city has earned this dubious tag. A freelance journalist lay bleeding at the busy crossing for nearly an hour after his bike was hit by a speeding mini-truck. The victim Shams Tabrez bled to death on the road.
Worse, Dr Anil sharma, a neurosurgeon at AIIMS, who happened to be passing by rushed to the victim, was rebuked by motorists for abandoning his vehicle in the middle of the road for a dead man.
As if this was not enough, when he tried to stop a few cars from the opposite side to take the victim to a hospital, they simply refused to do so saying they did not want their seat covers to be ruined.
Can anyone explain the reason behind such a callous and heartless behavior? This is my appeal as well as request to all those who are reading this or who have been a witness to such type of a situation in there lives, please don’t run away from it, it can happen to anybody anywhere anytime and to anyone. It was just matter of luck that this time it was not anyone of us there, bleeding helplessly, crying for help and dying unattended. You can’t be lucky always. So please help those who are in need of it otherwise next time don’t complain.