It was business to me as usual but for others it was Holi. Not surprised I got into this empty local train. I mean, it was empty enough (only) to let me stand without getting squeezed. I soon realized that it was one of those bogeys which is partitioned into two compartments. This particularly was the one which is shared with the Handicaps' compartment and the partition was basic see through grill. So, I could easily see the people on that side from where I stood.
The handicaps' compartment, ohh sorry!!! Who am I to call it Handicap's compartment?? The compartment for differently abled was also fairly crowded. Most of them were wearing a yellow jersey which had a name of some NGO. Clearly they belonged to that NGO and were taken out to enjoy the festival of colors. On their way to somewhere, knowing the agenda, everyone of them seemed to be pretty excited and enthusiastic. I could actually read that in their glittery eyes. Yes, only their eyes knew the language as they were Deaf and Mute (Dumb in Indian context is a harsh word to describe the disability).
There excitement though showed no sign of disability. They had forgotten that they lack the two most important senses needed to express things. But, they certainly tuned their eyes and fingers to the potential. I kept on looking at them and slowly started picking up few things. I guess the two of them were discussing about something that happened earlier in the day. One of them had got scolded and the rest enjoyed it, I could easily make out that the episode was funny as the narrator ended up giving out a big smile at the end of his narration.
Other group of 4 - 5 was busy planning about the Holi celebrations they were up to. One amongst them probably had experienced the joy before. So he was making balloons of his hands and throwing them at the others. Others would imagine the balloon and duck and then all would burst out into that silent laughter.
There was one girl who was distributing the gulal pouch to others. She looked at me twice or thrice and realized that I was admiring what was going on on her side. Then she just let me admire and continued with her distribution work. Before turning back though, she smiled a bit to herself as if to tell me that I am stuck at the wrong end.
Then for a while I turned back towards my side of 'aal iz well' people. Damn!!!! I was actually stuck at the wrong end. The only things that were talking on this side were the tracks and the wind. Everyone, with all of his senses sound and fine, was busy in himself. Few dug into their smartphones and others into their dailys. Hardly I saw anyone having a man to man conversation. This, left me boggled and in that awe I once again turned my attention towards the other side.
That girl was again looking at me, telling me, that this world cares too less of what they have. Now the smile on her face began to bargain feelings on my face too. This made me admire them even more. I was, just a little, able to read the empty words of those specially abled friends. I so badly wished to be on the other side. But unfortunately, I was inadequately abled.
The handicaps' compartment, ohh sorry!!! Who am I to call it Handicap's compartment?? The compartment for differently abled was also fairly crowded. Most of them were wearing a yellow jersey which had a name of some NGO. Clearly they belonged to that NGO and were taken out to enjoy the festival of colors. On their way to somewhere, knowing the agenda, everyone of them seemed to be pretty excited and enthusiastic. I could actually read that in their glittery eyes. Yes, only their eyes knew the language as they were Deaf and Mute (Dumb in Indian context is a harsh word to describe the disability).
There excitement though showed no sign of disability. They had forgotten that they lack the two most important senses needed to express things. But, they certainly tuned their eyes and fingers to the potential. I kept on looking at them and slowly started picking up few things. I guess the two of them were discussing about something that happened earlier in the day. One of them had got scolded and the rest enjoyed it, I could easily make out that the episode was funny as the narrator ended up giving out a big smile at the end of his narration.
Other group of 4 - 5 was busy planning about the Holi celebrations they were up to. One amongst them probably had experienced the joy before. So he was making balloons of his hands and throwing them at the others. Others would imagine the balloon and duck and then all would burst out into that silent laughter.
There was one girl who was distributing the gulal pouch to others. She looked at me twice or thrice and realized that I was admiring what was going on on her side. Then she just let me admire and continued with her distribution work. Before turning back though, she smiled a bit to herself as if to tell me that I am stuck at the wrong end.
Then for a while I turned back towards my side of 'aal iz well' people. Damn!!!! I was actually stuck at the wrong end. The only things that were talking on this side were the tracks and the wind. Everyone, with all of his senses sound and fine, was busy in himself. Few dug into their smartphones and others into their dailys. Hardly I saw anyone having a man to man conversation. This, left me boggled and in that awe I once again turned my attention towards the other side.
That girl was again looking at me, telling me, that this world cares too less of what they have. Now the smile on her face began to bargain feelings on my face too. This made me admire them even more. I was, just a little, able to read the empty words of those specially abled friends. I so badly wished to be on the other side. But unfortunately, I was inadequately abled.
