I found a woman sitting opposite to me and I didn't give a hard look at her. But something made me think unusual about her and I gave in a good look. Then I realised she was a cross dresser(Neither a man or a woman) . Honestly i felt uneasy about her presence and wanted to sit in some other place. Finding me uneasy, her face shrunk down massively. That's the time I hated my behaviour and I knew I had hurt ed someone for no reason. So I wanted to just say a hi and bring her back to normal.
I started with a "hello" and she replied back. So I asked her what does she do and she replied that she works for a Marketing firm. She looked posh in her dressing and in her accent. Then on enquiring about her parents she said tat her parents left her when she was 14 years old. OMG ! I couldn't think myself in her situation and I was more curious to know how she became big in life. Her story which I heard then was so painful and so heart breaking.Being left alone at 14 years, all she had was 5,000 rupees in her hand and she came to a big city like Chennai. All she could find is insult and pain. She then somehow joined a christian missionary and became big!!
Well there are few things I noted in her and found these things really interesting. Firstly, she didn't want anyone to sympathise on her. Hmm for her its so special to be normal and to be respected as a fellow human being is so important. Secondly, i felt from her that u can't win till u fight. These two things were running around my mind.
Some 30 days went off and I was in a religious mutt for performing Satya Narayana Pooja. That is when I reliased that the words "I wanted to treated as a normal human being" is so true. I had a friend of mine accompanying me. He was never allowed to have his lunch there just because he was not a Brahman. Hmm, I really felt hurt ed for my friend. Well sometimes I hate the society I live in for the discrimination it has. Why don't people understand that we don't have any right to hurt others. May God give them the basic human courtesy of respecting people
---Hari Om
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