Hi Guys!!!! I wanted to write this story for a long time.
This incident happened, when I was in Mumbai for my internship. Just like most of the Mumbaiwallee’s, I also preferred the local train for my daily commuting. And like any other girl, my aim was also for the ladies compartment. But this day, I was forced to enter the general compartment as the ladies compartment was overflowing and it was already late, waiting for another train was not a good option. I pushed myself to find my way and I did without any trouble, as the crowd entering the compartment took me with them. I was glad that like the usual ladies compartment scene, there was no need for me to get ready as I am in a battle field prepared to charge into my approaching foes. This time it was simple and just as I entered, my eyes fell on a girl, alone in the midst of the male dominating crowd. I was glad to see her. I don’t know why, but I was, maybe because I had a company. Just as our eyes met, I gave her a good smile, a good 1000watt smile; but her expressions were different, she acted weird. I wondered what the matter was!! Was it my smile that made her feel uncomfortable or was it something else!!! I was sure it was not my smile; even though I didn’t have a fan following for my smile, I honestly believed that it was beautiful; at least people would smile back if I smiled at them. But then why, what was weird here?? I scanned around through the crowd, an investigation to soothe my ego that, it was not my smile that was the problem.
That is when my eyes fell on a middle aged man right behind her. His eyes were red and he was of a hefty built. I was not sure of whether he was drunk, but he didn’t seem so fine. He messing up with the girl, he was disturbing the girl. He was murmuring something into her ears, touching her here and there. The girl tried to move a step forward, but the man caught her duppata and was allowing her to move away. I looked around on whether anyone was noticing about what was happening. I found that some did, but just neglected. I then took a deep sigh and then…. I turned back. Yeah, I turned back!!! I just neglected it as the others. I wanted to help her, of course I did. But I feared being alone. I didn’t do it wrong right! That is what we all do right.
That’s when a feeling came rushing to my mind; a voice deep within me was asking on whether I lacked guts to face the situation, and help the girl out. But then, somewhere else in my head another voice croaked that, this my life and I am not a part of any movie, where I in a Rajnikant or Jackie Chan Style kick up the man, save the girl and hence be a hero!!!Come on, I am not that strong. I am just an ordinary girl and by looking at me you might feel that I am like Bruce Lee, but I know that I am weak.
Then the voice again spoke mockingly on me asking me what is the difference between me and the rest of those who were there in the compartment. I speak about change, but I never initiate it on my own. Then, I am a person with words but no action. I felt bad on what I did. My brain now took control of the situation. I turned back at her smiled at her, but this time reassuringly. I then went next to her asked whether the guy was misbehaving, she nodded. I didn’t waste much time. I asked the guy to move away from her and leave her alone. He started shouting and yelling at me. Then he started using abusive language. I really wished from the bottom of my heart that, I hadn’t invited this. As it all started to seem, as if was falling from my hand. But I acted defensively, I said that I saw him misbehaving and but there is no need of any proof to state my point, other than the girl who is the victim and I myself who is the witness.
Now, this man came forward to me. He stood so close to me. I felt that I was going to lose. But then too I had a hope, a hope that someone will come to our aid. I stood strong and tall because I knew that I was helping someone who deserved help. I was proud of myself that I took such a step. All I thought was about my sister. I saw my sister in that girl. What if my sister needed help of such a sort one day? Who would come to her Aid!! This thought made me more confident. But this confidence also started fading as the man started to call me all sort of bad words, whose meanings I am yet to learn.
Just then, by God’s grace a young man jumped from behind and started to support us (if this was a Bollywood movie trust me he would have been the hero). Similarly, one by one many started speaking up. When all of a sudden everyone came out to help us, this man startled I guess. He stood confused and he moved to the entrance of the compartment and stood there. He got down at the approaching station. That girl was now standing next to me holding my hand tight, looked at me and gave me a very good smile. Her smile said to me that she was relieved. I smiled back at her too. I gave a smile to the hero too and also to many around me who supported us. And as my station came I got down. I was feeling happy. Feeling strong. Feeling contented.
I then realized that the first step that we keep forward may not be with confidence of a victory, but at times that first step leads us to a victory. Similarly, even you are not strong acting that you are strong itself makes you strong.