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Posted on: May 20, '08

Who is the Master of man?

‘ Who is the master of man? ‘

     That was 1969.

     I had completed my education from a small town and was applying for job in different Govt. head offices situated in big cities. While dispatching the applications on the addresses, I dreamt if I could have got opportunity to work in big city, .

   And it was a surprise to me, when I received interview call letter from Bhabha Atomic Research Center Bombay for the post of Junior research Scientist.

   My father didn’t feel it good and forbidden me. He was old and wanted me to work in some nearby City, as there was no one to take care of family. I was eldest one and my father had managed to educate me with all of his available sources. With a hope of help him in his old age.
     During those days, Bombay was known as distant city. It was general opinion of the people of small town that man moved to Bombay, losses his relationship and fails to take care of his Parent and this was partially true, as there were no advanced technologies of communications and means of transports available those days as available now days. .

    But I didn’t care my father’s argument. I said that time and opportunity does not wait anyone. And I had my own future and life to spend in my own way. One more reason to reject my father’s argument, was, my deep involvement in Music. I had composed many tunes and was well convinced that if any opportunity is given,, I will prove my self as a very good music Director in Film Industries, that was also one of my aim during those days.

     Looking to my attitude, my father allowed me, and I moved to Bombay.

      At Bombay, I attended interview and got selected immediately. It was one of the best days for me, when my dream was going to convert in truth. I decided to visit whole city to enjoy the locations, which I had seen in Pictures only. These locations were known as heaven on earth in opinion of peoples of little town.

       I visited Gate way of India, Marine drive, Juhu beach, and felt the power of swinging waves., I saw the endless sight of sea, Ships, Steamers roaming in deep water, Admired the beauty of flora fountain, jogeshwari, Hanging garden, enjoyed the journey of double dicker bus, local train and compared Bombay with my little town, where nothing was like this. I appreciated the people of Bombay, who were very careful to the time, and were rushing here and there to covert their dreams in truth.
Wow!! This is the idle city, idle life, I thought, and thanked God to provide me opportunity.

      But on the very next day, I became upset.

      While traveling in local trains when I was waiting a fast train on Andheri Railway platform, I met with a very pathetic event.

      I had already experienced the pressure of crowd on compartment’s gate during my last day’s journey and had come to know that there was no role of passenger to board or aboard in train as the pressure of crowd was enough to do this job. It was the powerful stream of people’s crowd which was throwing the passenger in or out with in few seconds as the train was resting on platform for very short time.. That was natural too, as train and passengers were not having spare time to wait.

      But I had never expected that scene..

     As soon as the rain rested on plat form the passengers standing on platform tried to board where the passengers traveling in train tried to get aboard at the same time. And mean while I saw a young mother holding a baby child in her hands, suddenly loosed grip of her child and child fell down on ground. The crowed didn’t care the child and passed through the child, by putting their foots on her. I heard, a cry of mother and child, which soon lost in harsh noise of horn of Engine. I rushed to spot, meanwhile train left the platform and I found some people standing surrounding the crushed body of child, laying on ground. The child was dead and her mother sitting beside the dead body was weeping loudly. And was trying to pick up dead body of her child.

      “It happens often here! “- One of the people out of surrounding crowd exclaimed with sorrow, “this is nothing new for us”
     ‘Why so? Why it happens often here?”- I asked

     “Time!”, my dear ‘Time!’- The man said- “ no one has spare time to waste here, No one cares other on cost of his valuable time, Every body is looking upward and not down ward,..- Then how it was possible to them to look downward to a child lying on ground. Moreover how the people could stop themselves in pressure of crowd where every one is forced to obey the schedules of time?

      I couldn’t remain stood on my legs

     “-What Time?, to whom all humans obeys and who does not care the humans and humanity? Isn’t it a rational measuring unit to a man, to which other creature never care and live on earth with their own protocols?

    With tears in eyes, I remembered my father’s opposition, my small hometown people, where we had enough time to care one another, even to them, who were not in relation but we used to call them uncle or aunty being the people of same town.

    I found my small town far better then this dream city, where time was not the master of man but the man was master of time. And time was being spent in care of love, and hospitality for one another.

     I rubbedout tears in my eyes; I torn my appointment letter and rushed back to purchase a return journey ticket for my hometown station.

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tenjade_destiny said:
very true..........in crowd, we loose sensitivity n senses too

July 01, '08

whirlwind2000 said:
vERY TOUCHING INDEED !! BRINGS OUT THE RUTHLESS PACE OF A BIG CITY LIKE MUMBAI. NO ONE HAS THE TIME FOR THESE NICETIES !! ITS A MAD MAD MAD WORLD !!!!

June 04, '08

creativefront said:
Who is the Master of man?
By this write-up Sir you have very well described the life style of big & small cities.
“ no one has spare time to waste here, No one cares other on cost of his valuable time, Every body is looking upward and not down ward,..- Then how it was possible to them to look downward to a child lying on ground. Moreover how the people could stop themselves in pressure of crowd where every one is forced to obey the schedules of time?"
This is about big cities like Mumbai. But in small city the same time is utilised to help the needy persons :
"I found my small town far better then this dream city, where time was not the master of man but the man was master of time. And time was being spent in care of love, and hospitality for one another."
Thanks Sir Sourabh for writing a nice blog.

May 25, '08

mmm65 said:
Good post about the real incident...!!!
Keep writing more....!!!!

May 22, '08

LovelyStars said:
Dear Saurabh...it touched my heart. Some times I think what for we are living. Waking up from the bed itself we start our journey with anxiety and in the night reach the bed after doing many things at non stop rate, even in the bed also no peace, enter into sleep planning how to complete tomorrow's tasks. Is this the life? But got habituated to it.

Very nice post.
Sneha

May 21, '08

unflappable said:
Yes Freind.I recollect an event which has an imprint on my my mind.Returning from office one day group of people mourning outside my apartment building.Upon enquiry one of them uttered without thinking 302 wale nahi rahe.Mumbai mein marte bhi flat no. hai.Aadmi ki koi pehchaan nahi hai.

May 21, '08

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