Train JourneyMy college is centrally located within the city and is nearly forty minutes by public transport from the place where I stay. From the train station to the campus is another fifteen minutes walk, and I travel the same way back after my classes, daily. The commuting from and to my college campus provides me with a significant chunk of time, which I utilize variously, depending on the demands of my schedule, ranging from reading, listening to music, observing the scenery outside, to just burying myself in thoughts and ruminating over the past… my daily journey has also become a sort of an abstract journal wherein I keep a mental log, enter what I feel, what I plan to do, and take stock of the happenings so far. On my journey to college this morning, a disturbing thing happened.
I saw fox with one of her litter lying on the roadside, with her mouth starting to froth. The young one seemed badly hurt and it appeared that there was no life left in it. The mother fox, however, was still alive and appeared to be gasping for breath.
Being quite early in the morning, there were few people around, and it seemed to me that it had just happened some minutes ago. Since there was no blood, it took me a few seconds to understand that the fox was knocked down and had been injured seriously. Although I was filled with a sense of shock initially, I realized that something had to be done immediately. In order to combat the repulsiveness of the situation that was welling up inside me, I pulled my eyes away from the animal and tried to focus on what had to be done.
A hundred questions crowded my mind all at once, like what had caused this… was it a speeding car or truck that couldn’t slow down quickly enough to allow the fox carrying her cub across the road and hit it… or why couldn’t the driver stop for a moment to find if something had happened? Did we human beings become so heartless? Would I have been more careful if I had been in the driver’s seat? Shutting out all such thoughts from my mind, I again focused on what had to be done.
The first thing I did was to call the police and report the accident, for whatever it was worth. Even as I narrated the scene to the officer receiving the call, deep down I did not believe that there would be any immediate action taken since there were no human beings involved, nor was there any loss of property, no rights, no issues. The officer asked for the exact location and I hung up after giving him the details. By this time I realized I still had another fifteen minutes of walk left to reach the campus and I had just about twenty minutes left.
I quickly pondered over what else I could do in that situation. Meanwhile, two other men, also shocked like me, and curious to know more, walked closer to the accident spot to take a closer look.