When The Soul Cries...

An incident that happened in the bus while i was coming back home today:

An old man, a stooping figure, wearing torn clothes started looking under everyone's seat and asking, 'Have you seen my mobile? Have you seen it?'

The passengers sitting near him asked, 'Was it a white colored phone?'

Man said, 'Yes, it was, where has it gone?'

People sitting nearby, 'A man who got down just round the corner had it, he switched it off in front of us. We thought he is with you.'

The old man, confused and lost, 'kahan milegga ab mera mobile?'

People, 'Ab nahin millegga.'

Old man, totally confused and lost resumed his task of looking under the seats of fellow passengers, asking, 'can u see my mobile?'

Finally, when people made him understand the fact that someone has stolen it and he got down from the bus just a while ago, the old man got down, as confused as it is possible to be...



How, just HOW do we humans manage it???
I don't know.
I'm flabbergasted, i'm speechless.
Whenever we are bad with old people, can we not remind ourselves for a second, that its going to come to us also. We are going to drool and be confused and not have control over our bodies, yes. And we'll be needing others then. What goes around comes around, remember?

As for the old man, we looked out of the window, saw him talking to a fruitseller...probably asking, 'HAVE YOU SEEN MY MOBILE?'