The Most Drunkard Beggar

The sugar syrup was sweeter than ever, sweets were more dark and eye catching. It was the month of festivals and celebration was seen on every face moving around. Winters just started giving a shadow to summers and sun seemed to be brighter and clearer. I was there to buy the sweetest one for my celebrations.

Suddenly a heavy and loud voice hammered my ear drum and moved my attention to the faceless crowd. A man with dirt dark complexion, tattered clothes on some parts of the body was abusing everyone in the crowd and with a move to fall if he takes just one step more. He stopped at a liquor shop and took the coins out of his pocket. Bought a small bottle of mind twisting liquid and drink it all in one go. He was the show stopper for all moving there. One came close to him and in a polite tone asked him to sit, else he may fall. Love and hate had no difference for the dark man. The politeness was pressed hard with the swords of alcoholic words.

The attire was showing the misery and brutality life brought to him. Wearing a part of the sleepers, showing the incompleteness in everything. Holding a long and thick bamboo stick showing the stiffness and rigidity in thoughts. He moved far away from the place abusing everyone, even children and God was not left out. Well he believed in No Discrimination. He might have been touched by the inhuman behavior of us which made him drunkard. His words were begging for life, life with peace which he might never have felt. I learnt to share my part of celebration with others so that I can never get a chance to see “The Most Drunkard Beggar”.