The Darkness In The Lights


Our life is full of lights, may it be the sparkling sunshine, may it be the breezing moonlight, may it be the soothing sunset, or may it be the deemed lights of your room.

Everywhere, I mean everywhere; everyday lights are by far the most integral part of our life.

We feel uneasy and scared without lights.

A small yet one of the most important parts of our light life is the one we face while travelling.

Many of us including me don’t like these interrupting lights.

Yes, I am talking about traffic lights.

And I feel these lights are one of those lights people don’t usually like.

Traffic lights basically make us wait on the road facing the temperature of the sun and this adds a negative stance toward these lights and as a result, people start breaking the traffic rules.

Every time I wait on a signal I start observing the environment around me in which a group of people starts using their phone, another part start breaking the rules and one part like me start observing other people.

In all this, one more thing apart from waiting is not liked by people are the beggars on the lights.

I am not talking about a single beggar but a huge flock of people with torn clothes on and faces full of dust filth and sullen.

Everyday I find a new story of a beggar and it brings a new style of begging and feel dejected at the same time.

Traffic Lights, at night, are amazingly beautiful. Whereas at day, they are frustrating. But I have found a way to tackle these lights by interacting with these beggars.

Sharing my experience, I have seen a variety of these peoples, few who start convincing you to give them some money in a low tone full of sadness.

They say: Please give some money, haven’t eaten for 2 days.

Please give me some money my children are hungry.

Give me some money for food.

People usually ignore more of these beggars, yet they give money to the old ones.

So the other beggars start other tricks which include forcefully cleaning the window of the car and then beg.

Knocking the window that hard which makes the driver opens the window and then they start asking for money.

Few of them start emotionally blackmailing people by bringing the doctor’s prescription and hanging their child over their waist. So that people give them penny due to human empathy. Some beggars show that they are crippled and again emotions overcome the peoples to give money to them.

Few start selling things like balloons, pens and small toys. I thought that these are few of the peoples who are trying hard.

But, I guess no!

Selling things is not their motive their priority is getting the money without selling the things.

They attempt to sell in a way that people give them money in exchange for nothing.

Isn’t it sad that these roads are full of such peoples? I see people saying them “Go get a job”.

But, they are totally brainwashed and they just don’t want to work.

The few who are willing to work find some jobs like car washing and moving materials on construction sites. Whereas rests are just not willing to work.

Whenever I try to ask any of them, why don’t you work?

They reply very drastically as “Nobody gives us work”

Is it true?

Or is it just a reason to move away from work and get easy money?

Let me share few stories I had discovered in these traffic lights.

One evening I was going early home. At the peak traffic hours, I had to wait a lot in the traffic.

A lady among the crowd approached me and started asking for money, I gave her an apple.

She refused to take it and asked for money that she doesn’t need food she needs money.

I asked the reason.

She ignored me and started approaching others.

The other people like me waiting for the traffic to be cleared said: “They want drugs and not food”.

It was a sad experience for me.

Very next day I was late to office and was stuck in the traffic, again a girl approached me asking for some money and something to eat.

I gave her one apple and she happily ate it all.

I asked her, what is your name?

She said Katrina, I Laughed!

She said I kept my name Katrina by seeing the movie.

I said okay, that’s good.

Tell me what your age is, she said 5 years old.

I said no, you 12-13 years old.

She said no I am 5 years old, I found her cute.

Then she said I don’t know how to count, so I tell 5 years to everyone who asks about my age.

And again a sad moment, that government has so many education schemes for below poverty line children but they are not aware of these schemes.

She didn’t express her desire to study when I told her about these schemes.

She likes her life as it is.

One day when I was again travelling to my office, I saw an old man feeding 3 dogs in the street.

In the night I saw him sleeping with them.

I was curious and was moving towards him, I tried waking to him, but he was in deep sleep.

Then a watchman over there told me that, leave him he is mad, he will hurt you.

I said how do you know he is mad?

He said, I see him every day here with these dogs, everybody calls him mad.

Another downcast sight for me.

But I am habitual of these things now.

These traffic lights are now a place I like being in.

Every day I see new stories and new peoples.

These lights which are just an irritation for most of us, these are their hope, their food and mostly their home.

I no longer feel irritated in these lights.

Traffic lights have now become a part of my routine where I dig stories, where I listen to their sorrow and watch their tricks.

These lights are their life and may one day they will leave these lights and start a normal life like us.

It’s all about hope as they say’s…

“There is a crack in everything.

That’s how the light gets in.”