As the world outside celebrated Valentine's day, I sat in my room reading about the latest developments in Egypt and the Arab world, there was a knock on the door.
A thin, gaunt face stood there, narrow eyes and high cheek bones protruding out. He had a thin frame and could have passed as any average IT guy in full-sleeve shirt, a half sweater and a pair of jeans. A dejected look gave him away, I was sure that he was a migrant from some screwed up middle-east country trying to make a living here. He gave me a folder which he held in his hand, silently, and asked me to read it. I didn't realize; reading what was written in there would send a chill through my spines .
I asked him ,'' tum kahaan se ho?".
He replied,''saab, Kashmir se";
"Kashmir mein kahaan se?";
"Baramullah mein ghar tha saab, militants ne udaa diya.";
" Abhi kahaan rehte ho?" ;
"Pune-Bhonsari mein camp hai saab, waheen rehte hain"
He was one of the hundreds of migrants who were forced to flee their homes and stay in camps. I was dumbstruck . I didn't know how to react; no matter what I said, this guy was probably never going back home! Here I was discussing the Jasmine Revolution with my friends on social networking sites; even finding humor in some of the incidents, but seriously do we have to go that far to witness a crisis.It is right here at home, that too for the past 50 years.The guy was reluctant to vouch for himself, as if even justifying collecting alms and money for sustaining himself and his family was a shameful act. There was this air of awkwardness, as if he were saying, "I don't want to do this, but I am helpless."
I gave him 20 bucks at first, since that was the only amount left in my wallet. He was not very keen on taking cash, but asked if I could give away some old, used clothes, warm clothes and foot-wear.
He said,'' saab, agar pehen ne ko bhi kuch mil jaye toh chalega, raat mein bahut thand lagti hai camp mein".
I gave him a helpless look, being bachelors we didn't keep much of old or unusable clothes; most of it was either thrown away or given to the domestic help. I rushed in to my room and asked my room-mate to give me a 50 rupee note. I told him "If you have some old clothes, which you are planning to discard, then give it". He fished out a pair of pyjamas from the pile of clothes dumped in the laundry net for washing.
The guy was glad that he got a pair of pyjamas. I told him that this was the only thing which we didn't use and wished I could have given him something more. He then proceeded to the next door.
"Duniya bananewale, kahe ko duniya banaayi" -(monologue).