TBTC Syndrome

 

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Let me Start with an incident that happened last spring.

A small Incident

It was spring break and I had come home for a week. My younger brother had holidays and he was also with us. How it happens , when you come home after a long time, you wish to go around and look what has changed in your city. I overwhelmed with this feeling took out my bike. While  Coming back, I saw a huge crowd circling someone at Ford Company Chowk. Ford Company Chowk (Junction) is accident prone area mostly due to the blind curves, no speed breakers and narrow roads. I thought of inquiring what has happened. But again turned a blind eye and moved on. Unfortunately I had not learnt my lessons, yet.

At 2:30 Papa, me and babu (my bro) sat for lunch. I curiously asked, “Papa, was there any accident at Ford Company Chowk?” They both smiled in unison. I was confused. Then Papa started his story.

He was coming back from a meeting moments after I had crossed Ford Company Chowk. He stopped to look for what had happened. And the sight before him put him to shock. It was babu trying to lift his motorcycle, lying on the road and nearby there was a goat with fractured limb. Apparently he had skid and hurt himself, trying to save the goat. And the crowd were demanding compensation for the broken limb of the goat. Papa used his presence of mind and acted as if he didn’t know babu. He tried to help babu as some odd person would have tried to help. He asked babu, Sir, are you hurt? Babu was quizzed but he understood and complied with. Soon Papa managed to sort out things and took babu to hospital for his first aid. There was nothing serious but could have been worst. Babu returned home and then Papa came too for lunch.

Now it was my turn to smile. But somewhere something inside was aching. Why didn’t I inquired? What if Papa had not gone there. Babu would have been in trouble. And lots more ill-thoughts came to mind.

That day I had learnt my lesson. To hell with TBTC syndrome. I shall at least try to inquire and will do the needful from now onwards. I was indeed lucky to be part of Batul da Students association, which takes social initiatives for people in need.

We often complain of lack of time for anything and everything that falls out of our comfort zone. Our lives has become a web of chores. Get up in the morning, if you’re health freak, then do some yoga, getting your kids ready for school, have breakfast and move out for office. And when evening dawns, get back to home. That’s it. we are oblivious of the world around us.

How many times have we stopped and inquired about, why there was such crowd etc. Often our tendencies are to get away from ruckus. kaun pachde mae pade bhai, nikal lo bagal se. Whoever gathers around, does it to get entertained, nothing else. I’m no different. We all suffer fromTBTC Syndrome. Too Busy To Care.

I ask you all, Please DO NOT get induced by TBTC syndrome. I learnt my lesson hard way. I don’t want you to learn your lesson this way. Take some time out to get involve with people around you. With the busy lives and apartment fashion, we don’t even know, who is our neighbour. Get in touch with people, try to be of some help in their times of need. At the end what we earn is Human Capital through investment in Human capital. All other things will be left aside. What will remain ingrained in other’s mind will be your memories.

Will work for Social Change

 

PS:

• This post idea is from Blogadda Team + Jaagore camapign against TBTC syndrome.
• I am too busy to care, but want to do something. Jaago Re and BlogAdda.com are helping me do my bit for the society.