Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Is Might Right?

Three years ago I was traveling to Mumbai in an AC three-tier coach of a super-fast express. The train had almost reached its destination with just one more stop to go. A well-dressed gentleman boarded the train and positioned himself at the most convenient spot as if he owned the train. A shoeshine boy, who had entered the coach along with him, offered to polish his shoes. The gentleman initially asked to be left alone but with a little persuasion he let the boy polish his shoes while he read the morning newspaper. Having done his job the boy asked to be paid for his services.

“How dare you ask for money?” roared our office going ‘gentleman’ “did I ask for you to polish my shoes? You impose yourself on me and have the audacity to ask for money! Who gave you permission to enter this coach in the first place? For all I know you could be a thief or a pickpocket. I’ll teach you scoundrels a lesson”

“Sir” the boy pleaded, “please do not deny me my hard earned money. I’m only asking to be paid for my job”

The scene that followed was appalling to say the least. The gentleman slapped the boy on his cheeks, back and wherever possible, twisted his arms and flung his bag out of the door along with his footrest, polish, brush and perhaps the little money he had managed to earn that morning. The gentleman then gave a long lecture on the danger posed by such people to society and about how the Railways should issue authorization slips to hawkers who entered the train to ensure passenger safety. Everyone present in the coach including the TTE nodded in agreement while the poor shoeshine boy beaten and bruised stood alone in a corner sobbing his heart out for all to hear.

I, who prided myself on being an upright and just citizen of the country, witnessed the unfortunate episode without having the courage to speak up for the boy. My heart went out in sympathy to the wronged shoeshine boy. A lot of questions popped up in my mind. I wanted to ask the man whether he was himself authorized to travel by that train and if he had a valid ticket in the first place. I wanted to console the boy and give him a little money towards his rehabilitation. I wanted to do a lot of things but did nothing except look away from the boy unable to meet his pathetic gaze.

The episode left me shattered. What was the reason for my silence I wondered? Why had I, along with other thinking citizens distanced myself from the incident that was an obvious injustice to the boy? Had society changed to such an extent? Or was I just being selfish and cowardly? Did I deserve to be called an educated person when I could not behave like one?

Just then something unexpected happened. A vegetable vendor had also got into the train along with the shoeshine boy and was standing near the entrance of the compartment to escape being noticed by the TTE. She came out of her hiding place like a thunderbolt.

“How do you plan to make up for his loss sahib?” she asked “it was very easy for you to throw his belongings out of the compartment. Do you realize that you have robbed him of his livelihood? You called him a thief! Now I call you a dacoit and that too in the presence of all these high-class people who cannot stand up for a just cause. If, with your suit and tie, you did not have the money to pay this poor fellow you could have asked him to waive his charges and he would have gladly obliged!”
Turning to the TTE she continued her tirade.
“Regarding you sahib let me not open my mouth! The less I say, the better for you! You hound poor people like us and extort money if we get in without a ticket. What about this ‘big shot’? Did you check his ticket and is he entitled to travel in this compartment?”

Having thus vented her displeasure, the lady squatted on the floor beside the shoeshine boy, offered him something to eat and consoled him in a manner that only a person who understood and shared his agony could do, while the rest of us sat looking out of the window waiting for the agonizing journey to end. Might is right or so they say but I wondered who was mighty in this case. The vegetable vendor who stood up for the boy despite being herself a ticket-less traveler and risked being fined or thrown out or the impudent ‘gentlemen’ who not only slapped the boy as payment for his services but also held the rest of us as mental hostages for a ransom paid not through currency notes but by the more valuable call of the conscience which we had willingly and conveniently pledged to him even without being asked.

15 comments:

starry nights said...

Hooray for the vegetable vendor.She had the courage to stand up and speak up for what is right.I think it was awful of the gentleman to throw the shoe shine boys stuff out.atleast he was trying to earn a living ,instead of begging.

passerby55 said...

i think when we get education we get away with fear of ignorance.

Using your education for the right purpose requires one to conquer various fears not only ignorance.

visithra said...

:( all he was doing was trying to earn a living - what did he think shoe shines come for free??? What a cheat!

Usha said...

No Might isn't right and in the end Right has a way of proving mightier - only it takes time.
As for the incident, I have also experienced similar sense of shame before my maid's forthrightness.And it has taught me some valuable lessons.
Sometimes even good people collude with injustice unintentionally through their silence. I am reminded of what Martin Luther King said:
"We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people."
On an allied note, we had a discussion in our French class comparing Youth in the 70s and youth today. naturally i represented the youth of the 70s and said how todays' youth seem too happy in their cocoons to come out with open support even when someone is fighting their battles. To which this classmate in his 20s replied that today's youth stand to lose much more by rebelling than the youth of the 70s.
Perhaps this explains the silence of the middle calss too!

Hip Grandma said...

hi all,
i can only say ' i plead guilty'.many say that I was right in keeping mum.afterall one never knew who the person was and what were his connections.we were brought up to believe that it was better to stay away from evil.'dusht se door raho'that was perhaps the reason.but it is no excuse

Neers said...

you know what??? i feel the f**** helplessness, i feel when i am unabke to do something in such situations!! i am like... what the heck....??? and i swear, am not kiddin... the blood boils and if (and not an exaggeration here)... i wish i had been an outlaw then... wish had a gun and shoot the guts of these... high profile B****.... i am without an exception never raise my voice even to some of those good for nothing guys sitting at the other end of the line is some of the cutsomer service places.... !! but then, like YOU... am unable to do anything...absolutely nothing!! yes, what i do IS... try and make up for the loss... if i can to these people... who just by designs of destiny are less privileged than a lot of us!!!

hey Granma,... guess we kinda talk alike!! :) anything to do with being an aquarian!!! ? :)

Hip Grandma said...

neers:IF EACH OF US REALIZES THAT THE SHOE SHINE BOY,OUR SERVANT MAID OR THE VEGETABLE VENDOR WHO SITS IN THE HOT SUN SELLING HIS VEGETABLES, ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT ABLE TO EAT TWO SQUARE MEALS A DAY, WE WOULD REGARD THEM WITH A NEW RESPECT.
we cannot change the world.we can only do our bit

Hip Grandma said...

neers:now that u mention it i do feel that being aquarians we are what we are.we tend to take up for the underdogs!

Shankar said...

Unfortunately, I've had similar instances - and I've never been more disgusted of myself.

"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"

-Edward Burke

Perhaps, Hip Grandma, we cannot change the world but we can indeed change our part of the world if we but tried - or so, I've always believed.

Thanks for stopping by my place :)

thetalkativeman said...

a great post.
They tossed out a guy from a train in 1893. He left a lasting impact on the world. Hope fate will have something in store for the shoeshine kid.

Hip Grandma said...

shankar:welcome.you are so young and yet you share my sentiments.thanx for sharing the quote byEdward Burke.thanx for your visit to my blog.

Thetalkativeman:I too hope that life compensated the poor kid for the treatment he got.thanx for stopping by.

Mahadevan said...

A good post. On many an occasion, we all felt like you - embarrassed, feeling guilt, not being able to raise our voice against injustice. At the same time we also see around conscientiouus people - like that vegetable vendor, who take up a cause in their own small way.

I like that quote from Edmund Burke
which Shankar has provided and Usha's characteristic way of putting it across "Might is not right and in the end Right has a way of proving mighter".

Hip Grandma said...

mahadevan:four years have goneby since the incident took place and i still haven't got it out of my mind.we tend to confuse ourselves about the term 'non interfering'.usha is right. might is not right and can never be.didn't our very own Gandhiji prove it to the world?

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