One lakh rupees?
A cancelled trip to Singapore? A less lavish wedding?
A business class ticket sacrificed?
A pair of Jimmy Choos not broken into?
A Halloween bash not thrown?
A dented car bumper not replaced?
A fancy dinner skipped?
A new pair of jeans not bought?
A software not upgraded?
A Saturday night spent at home?
A night of poker forsaken?
A cup of frothy coffee not ordered?
A burger not bitten into?
Sorry...no change in my wallet?
Where does one stop?
Where does one draw the line between "me first"
and apathy at a dying man's plight?
When does one begin to notice the agony
and helplessness in another man's eyes?
When does one stop speeding past that bleeding man,
pretending to have never seen the accident?
When does one start to raise a voice for the voiceless?
When does one start doing anything about anything?
Beats me.. How about NOW?
Tomorrow, that bleeding person could be me, my brother, or my best friend. And then, should I dare cry, curse, and utter amazement at the world when it turns its back and averts its gaze? Or shall I remember the many times I thought "aren't there others who get paid to do this?" or, more often "somebody will surely help her!" Will I find the irony amusing then? I think not.
"Science may have found a cure for most evils; but it has found no remedy for the worst of them all -- the apathy of human beings." - Helen Keller
