R O A D S I D E H E R O E S . . .

              "Remote Cover Remote Cover, Sir Vangaliya Sir Remote Cover sir" as I was waiting in T Nagar Signal on the way to distributor Point it was twelve noon and sun was doing his job rightly and ma black graphite (ma new pulsar that’s how I call it ) shined beyond the dust particles  covered on it . I didn't answer that guy and went forward to another cay which was in front of me and sang the same mantra the car didn't open its windows then he proceeded to another bike, I just had a look he was wearing an white checked shirt which was in mud color with worn out collar. His trousers were just for name sake and his mouth was keeping singing the same mantra and walked forward with bare legs on the road. His attempt was failure as the signal turned into green I started to vroom my bike.

Yes this is a normal thing where in every signal you can see an human being  of age from 5 to 60 just having the handful of products that could be useful or useless for us, but still they try to push it to us and normally we never turn up to them.

But in the evening I on the way to my house again the same signal I saw that guy with ear buds and some comic books which was his new product.  I can notice that his eyes were begging for a sale, so that he can his breakfast in the evening  at least. Again he came at me and I just bought a book and gave 10 rupees which in neither was useful to me. But I bought it as I wished to talk with him. I called him and asked how much you earn daily, he said 50 rupees someday and 30 rupees someday and zero someday that depends on people like you. As the signal showed green light I started to my house, but while driving to home I was really amazed by the level of confidence the guy had. He just lives the way the life comes. Really he seemed to be a hero for me, because the burden he is having on his shoulders and earns today so that he can live today, so that he can have a course of food for the day, this is how they live

The "Person" really impressed me, his eyes showed how the situation turned him as road side Hero, and his breath still want to live and thus fighting to live for the day. This really made me to think that why this partiality between men where few born as rich few as slave. If this u call it as fate, then really they're not responsible for their fate, and they were ready to take the responsibility to live. The Pathetic thing is there is a competition for this category  and every one wants to win his day and remaining lose a course of meal for the day.

That’s why I call them as Road Side Heroes