Chaos

Like bees, the crowd swarmed around to the platform. A frantic youngster quickly revising for exam, a mother running late for office, a man well in to his fifties still slaving away for his family, a bunch of college-goers, gay and frolicking, a bunch of vendors, a teacher, an IT professional, a maid, an officer…. All flocked like the birds and awaited the distant train.

The train came with a loud horn and the madness began like a spell bespoken. People scrambled to get inside the compartments and it was indeed a survival of the fittest. Missing the train would make or break few people’s lives and alter the course of life as they know it. Lost in the madness, none paused to help the needy.

As I watched in amazement at the almost barbaric scene, I noticed an old handicapped man who got in to the First Class compartment. His clothes were disheveled and his eyes had the look of man who had seen much in life and silently conquered them all. He must have been a man of dignity in the past and the years had taken their toll on him.

After some time, the air became slightly tensed. The ticket checker had boarded. The herd grew tense and once again the mad scrambling began. Some dug their pockets, others reached deep in to their overstuffed bags, purses, etc. The ticket checker approached the old man and asked him for his ticket. And when the old man showed him his ticket a satanic sly gleam came into the eyes of the ticket checker. His expression turned scornful and like a cat, he pounced on his prey, his tone became disparaging and started belting out curses. The old man had boarded the wrong compartment apparently. The ticket checker did not stop with expletives and resorted to shameful shoving. The old man tried to maintain his poise and said that back in the old days, he had been a police officer.  The ticket checker’s only response was that the old man was no longer in service.

People looked on at this scene with undeterred attention and yet none had the courage to stand up for the old man. Such is the scenario of today’s cruelly indifferent world.

What goes around certainly comes around. Many a times, when we hurt somebody, we forget that we are attracting negative vibes and these negative vibes cause mishaps to us and the ones around us. I delved deeper into various scriptures and this was what I found. 

Hosea 8:7 - .For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind: it hath no stalk: the bud shall yield no meal: if so be it yield, the strangers shall swallow it up

"The word karma literally means "activity." Karma can be divided up into a few simple categories -- good, bad, individual and collective. Depending on one's actions, one will reap the fruits of those actions. The fruits may be sweet or sour, depending on the nature of the actions performed. Fruits can also be reaped in a collective manner if a group of people together perform a certain activity or activities."

Yet people continue to hurt others, plot others’ downfall with careful cunningness and revel in others’ misfortunes. Such people are to be pitied and if we are smart, we ought to learn from them.