...the retired old prof. watched the poor old boot polish wala ...[aged somewhat about 60 or above]...everyday..from his well trimmed lawn..where he himself planted some of the best breed of magnolias...
.sitting there...just on the lane opposite to his two-storeyed home.was the ragged figure of d man whose fate had perhaps never shone like d boots he rubbed and bristled and polished...did his best to make them compete with the suns..
..the philanthropic prof felt sad over d aged man's fate..wrote a couple of poems ...got them published...expressed gratitude to the old nigger for his fame through media....
...but ..despite everything ...his sadness seemed to be aggravating with every single passing day...he now could hardly tolerate the pangs of the boot polish wala...n shed tears for him incessantly....
...once he thought of approaching him and asking if he felt sad over his own fate..and also to make him realise how much concerned he was about him.....the day came and he did as he thought...
...the poor old man had hardly time to look up and see whose d one asking polite questions rather than passing orders...
it was monsoon and the biiig named branded shoe companies were best exposed in this time of the year...
there were piles of shoes before him ...and he had to finish his assignment by dusk...
still..he was polite enough to reply to our very own professor...
so...he said..
"you see...babuji...u feel sad over my fate because u have time to...which i don't have.......
besides....
if u really care...
there's one sitting in the by-lane....a child who polishes boots......i guess it will help more if you care for him than me...just make sure you convert your concerns into actions...not words"
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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