Everyone in his/her life experiences some incidents. Good or bad or may be the one’s which mark the beginning of lifelong confusion.
I have a story to tell, an experience to share, it’s not an artistic interpretation but my encounter with the actuality.
It was an evening of January 22’2011; I was waiting at the Chennai airport for my brother whose flight was to arrive after two hours.
My flight landed as scheduled and of the manager from the office was there to receive me,but I decided to stay at the domestic airport and receive my brother. As a result of some confusion I stepped out and was there in the passage, which did not allow me to move in again. Thus I sat on the luggage trolley and waited for the international flight to arrive.
I saw a very charming and beautiful Chinese girl walking to and fro and could find no rest. After a while she came and sat on her trolley near me.
I could not resist my conversation with her, thus I asked where did she come from and the reason behind her upset look. I learned that she was from china and had volunteered for an NGO here. There NGO’s with international volunteering in INDIA.I myself always wanted to work for an NGO to serve even if a bit as I can as a human.
Her flight got delayed by 12 hrs. and there was no one to receive her . she had no clue to where to go. All what she had was a phone number. Not to my surprise but we all know that Indian airports are not that well equipped, except for the t3 at delhi and provides no such facilities like calling cards or issuing immediate sim cards.
I dialed the number from my phone and gave the detail to the person at the other end, who was the organizer. He explained me the address and asked me to forward her the same so that she could manage her way.
It was alarming! We were in Chennai, and here you better know the local language because they will not haggle in any other language. In the meanwhile my brother had arrived, I briefed it all to him and we decided to help her. Taking the help of the manger and the driver to overcome the language barrier we somehow managed our way and to our shock it was a skimpy, filthy place which accommodated two more girls, a Korean and a Philippine
It was around 10:30pm when I left her there. While my steps downstairs I found it difficult to believe what just happened. I called that irresponsible fella (the organizer) and to my shock he had no guilt or shame for his behavior rather than being thankful he told me that there are other more important things to do rather than catering someone as dumb as that Chinese girl, according to him it was her fault.
I wanted to make him pay for his act, report to the police or may be some foreign official. But bhai( my brother) said we did as much as we could and no just forget it.
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p.s: if the NGO’s work with and like this I would surely think twice before joining hands with them
Thanks to mr. Kumar ( manager) and the driver …I don’t remember his name, without them we would have never been able to help “Pearl”(chinese girl). i hope we did.
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