Today, I am ashamed of myself. For the first time in my life, I was scared and ashamed. Scared because, I saw a person being beaten black and blue in the city roads and I was scared not to interfere for the result of getting involved.
The place was in the center of the city with a police station within 1 km of the proceedings, yet the drama continued for nearly 30 minutes with the passersby like me enjoying the scene with glee and horror. It was as if it was a scene lifted straight out of any Indian film, but only difference was that it was for real.
Why was I ashamed?
I was ashamed for not going to the help of the victim.
I was ashamed for being in a position of behaving like a coward without any remorse.
I was ashamed of being witness to this situation where people enjoy beating each other. I was ashamed for
being in a country where LIFE is NOT PRECIOUS.
I was ashamed for those passers-by not being able to prevent such events.
I was ashamed of the police system which takes such long time before interfering.
Finally I was ashamed because, the person who I felt was a victim actually was a criminal. It was criminals getting even with a Criminal. But even still, I am ASHAMED.