chingari koi bhadke....

It is 7 in the evening and there is a heavy downpour. Out of nowhere the clouds gathered in the sky and a fierce wind started blowing. And then within minutes, the sky hurled the rains down.
I was studying and also listening to songs…some of my favourites- chingari koi bhadke, hazaar rahein mudke dekha. Suddenly, I had this urge to write. Rains have a weird effect on my mood, sometimes they make me really happy and the other times very very sad.
And right now I am feeling sad. Dunno why but when it started raining, an image flashed through my mind...a group of street children huddled close to each other, under a makeshift roof, trying to protect themselves from the rains. The wind giving them goose-bumps, and their eyes tightly shut, trying to keep away the water from entering them.
Maybe because, it was the photograph I saw in the newspaper today. ‘Childhood lost in grime’ was the caption. It showed a young boy, clearing sediment from an underground drain near some place in Sealdah. I felt deeply moved. There was an intense desire to do something for that boy. And for the several others who are out there, lost in the dirt and poverty of the world.
And I also thought about the lil boy I saw in the ward. I did not ask him his age or his name. He was suffering from ‘tetralogy of fallot’. He was lying limp, unable to open his eyes, speak, look around. His desolate mum was siting next to him.

The other day I was having this discussion with a friend, and I was telling him that I have double-faced motherly instincts in me. I donot want a baby of my own. I donot want to shoulder the responsibility of my own child, feel tied down to my life. On the other hand, I would really really love to dedicate my life to working for street children, children in the orphanages. May be even raise the children of ppl working under me, say my maid, my driver.
May be all this was there in my subconscious mind. The rains brought them to the surface.