Thursday, 19 January 2012

A Warm Winter Day

       Every winter invokes the laziness in you.It may make you devoid of your interest to read,write.It may make your gray cells blunt.You feel like doing anything needed to not part with the cosiness attached to the thick layers of the winter rugs you are using.You feel like not at all caring the world around you,not even your employer when you are enjoying the vivid dreams being screened in your head under the huge,warm quilt of yours.Of course,that is not at all a luxury as it seems to be and not even a comfort.It is a need to have a thick blanket to fight the cold that tries to shatter our sleep to pieces by sending chills down our spine.Fortunate as many of us are,we are able to have that basic need which is still thought to be a comfort by many of the people in our country.But winter clothes and warmers are as essential as the food and water!If one cannot live without food and water,then one cannot live without sleep also!
        Often,many of us have more than what we need.Some collect all types of quilts manufactured in different corners of the country and display their collection to their friends.Some use the worn out quilts also for any other purpose except giving them away to the needy.After all,who am I to comment on them?It is all done according to their own wishes.But,let me share with you a rather rare experience of mine.
       Recently,the National Service Scheme,IIT Roorkee chapter,fondly called NSS,IITR, had planned a cloth collection drive and as I am a volunteer for NSS,I had to participate in it by asking people to donate any old,unused clothes of them that would serve the purpose of protecting many poor from the terrific cold very common in Northern India.
       I was given a companion and we two were supposed to ask for the old clothes in a small apartment housing four to five families all of whose employment is provided by the IIT.They stay just outside the IIT,in a small colony where all the apartments are of a same type and infact due to this,I came to the conclusion that the buildings were also built by the IIT.However,they are also a normal lot and are nothing more than general middle class people.
        My companion too held the same view."What can they give?"he said to me.But when we got the response which we did not,in the least,expect,we two were overwhelmed with surprise.
        First,we searched for people in the ground floor and we did not find any.We climbed up the stairs and continued to the second floor as we did not find any in the first floor too.In the second floor,we found four women and a young girl sitting near a bonfire and chatting.When we explained them our cause,one of them told us that she had already given the old winter clothes of their house to an invalid person.When we told her that the clothes need not be only those meant for winter and that any thick clothes would do,she went in and returned with a gunny bag full of jeans pants and shirts.We looked at her in surprise and asked her,"Auntie,what,all of these clothes will really be of no use to you?"She replied,"No beta,they are all used already and some of them are lightly ragged in some parts.Absolutely,I have no use with them.If they can help you,that is what we want.""Oh,why not?Why will not they help us?"replied we and looked at the other women.They too set out to get their old clothes and one woman descended the stairs to their home in the first floor.
      Presently,they returned with bags of old clothes.We were very much surprised.We almost might have asked that we had not expected this much from them but having sensed the inappropriateness in doing so,kept quiet.But,the amusement on our faces increased much more when the cloth count increased further on our asking a family in the ground floor.
      When I knocked their door,a lady opened it and I was very much surprised to find that they were already searching the clothes in their tiny hall cum bedroom.In no more than five minutes,we were again handed out a bag full of clothes and then the carrying of all these to the front yard really seemed a difficult task.Another man living in the ground floor too got a few clothes to give to us without even our asking him.
      All along,our other friends were busy doing the same thing at the other apartments in the colony.When we came out,we noticed that there are similar heaps of clothes in the respective front yards.
      Incredible as it may seem,we really had to hire two rickshaws to carry the stuff we had collected from a small number of families.
      I was really impressed by their gesture and was inspired too.After all,they seemed to very well know that they all, both the haves and the poor, belonged to that geographic which posed a great threat to the happy functioning of life in the form of cold.
      That day really was a warm and a sunny one among the snowy,chilly winter days of mine.

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