Blessed are the people who appreciate the efforts that happen around…
I was sitting last day at the bus station waiting for bus which got pretty late. I was just watching the life around. The girls, couples, old people, stray dogs.
I kind of like sitting idle- just sitting.
As i sat, I am watching 2 old men, (mostly workers for doing the same) moving and loading huge packages into an airavat (bus). It seemed pretty heavy, despite the men appearing well built.
They seemed to work well coordinated, putting in boxes one after another.
Maybe it contains an Amazon package you just ordered on an impulse decision without giving much thought .
But there are these people, loading in and out on a daily basis, for just few meters of mouse travel and clicks we made. Then someone who packs it up, the drivers who transport it.
We don’t see the farmers who nurture and water his crops with love. We don’t see the craftman working elegantly with his woodwork- nor a Potter finishing beautifully her pots. We don’t see the risk taken by fisherman fighting the waves and weather…
I take lots of things for granted and no I’m not proud of it. The food in our plates. The nicely packed groceries on the AC showrooms. The dress, the gadgets, the cars…
Every fucking single thing we use and throw.
It’s easy and simple for us to buy and try things one after the other, but we don’t see how it reaches in front of us. (Or where it goes after we throw it away for that matter)
It did touch me that there are people who does things we wouldn’t prefer doing, on a regular basis to make the ends meet. And there’s considerable amount of work and effort put in to make things happen- a darker side which is well hidden from us.
Each of our buying and throwing makes a movement, however small in this place.
Maybe we could look deeper, and be more responsible with our choices.
PS: this includes a confession note too.