LAME BEGGAR AND CRUEL COP!

Although it is the month of December, the sun is quite hot here. I was walking on the Market Road from High Court Junction towards Broadway. The funny thing about Broadway is that it is one of the narrowest ways in Kochi. May be it was the broadest way many, many decades back.

As I reached the Syrian Catholic Bishop’s House, I saw a crippled beggar moving on his haunches inch by inch in the sweltering heat. For every inch he had to cover, he put in enormous amount of effort and the entire weight of his body was supported by his hand. His face was contorted with pain. He had a tin box for alms which he dragged along with him with a loud sound. He did not ask any one for alms. But just looking at him was enough to move even the hardest of hearts. Many people gave him money without thinking twice. I also gave some money and walked forward.

I walked a few steps feeling sorry for him and suddenly I heard a loud, rough voice behind me: ”Come on! Move fast! Don’t crawl like a worm! Fast, fast!” I stopped and turned back to see if some one was shouting at me.

In front of the Bishop’s House is the Police Armed Reserve Camp and a policeman was standing guard. He was shouting at the lame beggar. Again he yelled, “Don’t take your own sweet time! Move fast! VIP is coming for inspecting the camp. Don’t block the way!” The beggar had tears in his eyes. The maximum speed he could move was only an inch at a time. When the cop saw me standing there and staring at him, he quickly walked inside the compound.

After a few seconds, when he thought I had gone, he came out again and started yelling at the beggar again waving his big lathi( stick) . At that time I could click a photo.

Is this the height of cruelty to a disabled human being? What a heartless brute! Barbarian! He deserves two slaps on his face!

The Kerala police vans and jeeps have these words painted on them—WE PROTECT, WE SERVE.

Big joke!