"attack"

"ek pen le lo sahab bus dus rupiya ka hai ... " repeats a young lad far younger than my age. Probably 5/6 years!!! Pushing between legs this kid makes his way through the heavy pillars like us, all compressed into a compartment in the local trains of mumbai. The Pant he wears has grown shorter enough to be called a underwear :( Yet it has 2 pockets all filled with a bunch of rupees notes. The flesh probably hates him too much to be a part of his thin body.

Goes to every being standing or sitting, trying to use all his energies, the so called business skills to sell his pens each priced for Rs10/-; not to feed himself but to save himself the consequences at his master's hands if he fails doing so. He is scared not of being naked or hungry or being beaten or rebuked by people like us who just say "shhhhoooooo haat ... jaa yahan se". Nor does he care for the way we look at him with our devilish smile rarely embedded with pain.

Comming up to me stares with his innocent eyes and repeats his routined quote. Now i can't buy that .. can i ???? no ... i am a man who goes for brands ... cant buy this one .. its cheap .. i feel ashamed of myself .. what is 10 bucks these days? u take ur girlfriend out for a party and spend lavishly yet this fraction of 10 bucks might feed the lad for a day.... All i can do is stand and stare at "attack" written on the kids torn shirt .. proving to be a mere mortal spectator ..... .....