Thoughtfully compassionate

 

Pune city is alienated into twin cities like Hyderabad and secunderabad. The erstwhile is Pune and the latter is called Pimpri Chinchwad. The Municipal powers taking care are called Pune Municipal Corporation and Pimpri Chinchwad Municipal Corporation correspondingly. The city is undergoing a fast transition since its inception as an IT hub.  Many of the land fills have been converted into stunning locales. There are more than hundred green spaces in PCMC itself. One of the landfills which endured a radical transformation was the bird park or the Veer Savarkar Park.  The place with all the garbage and sewage water underwent an astounding renovation.A variety of birds migrate here in winter and can be seen perched on the foliage  The variation has transformed the area into a paradise from a mosquito infested region. However during monsoon the grass grows high transferring it into a habitat for deadly snakes. The park also has a small pond called Ganesh talaab which is revamped with a quay lined by huge clay pitchers to give it an ethnic look. It opens on a wide road and has a special square pool for immersing idols of Lord Ganesha during Ganesh Chaturti .There is a wide road leading to the park. It is also endowed with a Badminton court and a tennis court .It has steps near the entrance of the park which escort to a walking area at two levels. There are two intricately delicate wooden bridges which run on sewage water canals lined by beautiful logs of wood at places making it exquisite and amusing. The whole locale has attractive shrubs, herbs and other flowering plants detoxifying the atmosphere. Every day morning near the entrance of the park in the greenery there is a  not so old man who rummages around, calling out “ ye bala”( come my child) lovingly . People tenderly glance and move ahead. They assume the call must be for his young grandchild.  As we move ahead we see two fluffy balls of fur moving near the old man adoringly touching his legs purring to be acknowledged. He pours out milk in a small container and fondles the Cats gently as they lap the milk lustily. The man wears a dhoti and a collared kurta with an orange turban and carries a staff and a shoulder bag. He tells people that these  two kittens were left forlorn in the park, and this act of his has given him a purpose as he comes in the afternoon to feed them chapattis and in the evening its some more milk with a monthly expenditure of five hundred rupees. There are many compassionate people who ape to share the expenditure.

Whilst returning back , I saw a garbage dump where a teenager was trying to lay the scattered garbage carelessly thrown by conscientious citizens back in to the bin. The lad looked hungry and tired but carried on his droning job. We called him and offered a few packs of biscuits; he opened his palms which were strewn with muck to receive it.  Compassionate citizens under no circumstances felt like gratifying this adolescent with a pair of gloves to avoid him leading a life akin to that of a pig. Conceivably love for any form of God’s creation bestows peace and overlays a meaning in life making our lives more momentous but I emphatically plead that be benevolent to fellow human beings too.