THE POVERTY OF HEART
Pic.: Chetna Shetty T he other day, a middle-aged lady, who is an office-goer – and who commutes by public transport every day - was telling me about two gentlemen in her housing complex. The first one was in his sixties and drove an old Maruti Zen. The lady told me that this man, whenever drove by, would stop his car and offer a lift to her. “Not only me,” she added, “he does it to every person in our complex.” The second one was in his late thirties and drove a beautiful high-end car. The lady told me that this man lived right below her flat, knew her better than the the Maruti-owner did, still would simply drive past as if that’s how it should be! “Every time he does that,” the lady said,”it makes my heart burn in pain.” Then, she added, “What a poverty of heart it is!” I could easily empathize with the lady. I have amply experienced it around the place where I live and where I work, both. I am sure, the lady and I are not alone in going through this exper...