Wednesday 12 September 2012

After The Delhi Bomb Blast

In the market, where items  fell off the shelves, people were picking up things so honestly together, and then quietly standing in line to buy food. Instead of creating panic and buying as much as needed, they bought as little as they needed. I was proud to be an Indian.

When I was walking back home, , there was a lady holding a sign that said, ’Please help us serve these bomb blast victims.’  They were shifting the injured to the nearest clinic, nursing home or hospital. There was not even a single sign of hate or enmity amongst these people from different religions. I was really touched, when I saw the warmth of the people.

Different schools in the vicinity were giving out candies. High school girls were taking as many as they could. I was forced to think," For What???"  But in the next minute, they reached the children in the evacuation place and handed it to each one of them. That was a sweet gesture.

My co-worker wanted to help somehow, even if it was just helping  one person.  So he wrote a sign: "If you're okay with a motor cycle, I will drive you to your house."  He stood there with that sign. And then I saw him taking away one gentleman to his house, all the way to NCR!  I was so moved. I also felt like helping others too.

A high school boy was saved because he hid himself under the broken shed little away from the spot where the blast took place. The blast was so sudden, that he just saw people caught with fire trying to frantically hides themselves from the mess happening around. To help others, I kept asking them about his  loved ones so that they can be informed. That poor kid still was unable to reach his own parents but just said, "It’s nobody's fault. There is no one to blame. We have to stay strong."

There was a lack of medical services being offered. The medical help was either closed or were having very long lines. I got worried, since I was behind 15 people. I was trying to help out that small little boy. Finally, when it was my turn, the man smiled and said, "Because of this situation, we are only giving some quantity to everyone. Is that alright?"  "Of course its alright.  I'm just glad that we are all able to help these victims as much as we can," I said.  His smile gave me so much relief.

I saw a little boy thanking a road cleaner, saying, "Thank you so much for trying hard to help him in getting out of the place easily."  It brought tears to my and the employee's eyes, too .

A friend told me that she was shocked to see a long, neat queue form  behind one public phone. Everyone waited patiently to use the phone even though they must have been eager to call their families.

The traffic was horrible!! Only one car could move forward at a green light. But everyone was driving so calmly. During the 10 hour drive (which would only take 30 minutes normally) the only horns I heard was a horn of thank you. It was a fearful time -- but then again a time of warmth and it made me love India more and more.

Last night when I was walking home (since all traffic had stopped), I saw an old lady at a bakery shop giving out free bread.  Even at times like this, people were trying to find what they can do and it made my heart warm.

When I was waiting at the metro platform, so tired and exhausted, a homeless person came to me and gave me a cardboard to sit on.  Even though we usually ignore them in our daily life, they were ready to serve us.

A juice company was donating free drinks. Different food products were given by food companies, and everyone was trying to help the best way they could.  

We too, have to stand up and do our best.

In one area, when the electricity returned, people rejoiced.  And then someone yelled: "We got electricity because someone else probably conserved theirs!  Thank you so much to EVERYONE who saved electricity for us.  Thank you everyone!"

An old man at the evacuation shelter said, "What's going to happen now?"  And then a young high school boy sitting next to him said, "Don’t worry!  When we grow up, we will promise to fix it back!"  While saying this, he was rubbing the old man's back.

Through all this, I felt hope. There is a bright future, on the other side of this crisis.

This is what we call as Hope …