The Man on the Wheels

I have observed the world moving at a faster pace. I have observed people; they are always in a rush. They see me daily. I am always on the wheels. But they overtake me from both the sides, just like the way a mother overtakes the toddler when he reaches the edge and is on the verge of falling, and all she cares about is saving him. Everything else just does not matter.


Let’s first come to me and make clear what I have just told you. I told you I am always on the wheels and people always overtake me. That must have sounded weird. Well, it’s actually not. I have used the word ‘see’ for you and ‘observed’ for me. Doesn’t that make me sound like an egocentric or an egotist? Wait, but you did not even notice that either, did you? I guess I have made my point then. You people just can’t observe. You are incapable of using your brain and eyes simultaneously.


I am the one who rolls down the roads, busy with people like you and filled with all the crap discarded by you. I even remember picking that disposable bottle once thrown by you. But this is not about me. Picking up that bottle is the least of my worries and absolutely nowhere near as to why I am writing this.


It’s not an enigmatic passage nor has it got anything to do with me. So I’ll tell you about myself. I am the one on the wheelchair, whom you see daily. I am the wanderer, the observer and your fellow commuter (at pace too slow compared to yours though).


I have seen the world move at a pace faster than my own. And let me take this chance to explain it to you what one sees when he sees everything changing faster he can ever fathom.


You just walk past everyone too fast to even look into their eyes. You have become cynical. I understand this world is full of charlatans, but some people do need you. But how would you know about it? If I could move at your pace, I’d have been the same. But since I am not and you are, let me tell you what I have seen.


Remember that little girl who was selling that‘pen’ on that lane you were traversing and passed through in haste? Well, it turns out she was not just tricking you into buying one and it would not have really mattered to you if you would have just gone ahead and bought one. I found out that she was really in need of money. She needed it for her sibling who had a terrible throat infection and needed syrup.


Remember that mother with the child held to her side? Turns out that her husband had just abandoned her and the child was really hungry. I don’t blame you. No one ever can. It’s none of your faults and it’s none of my business. With all the things happening around us, how could anyone be ever sure of anything?


But I have one request to make- don’t ever mock them. Be humble at least. Pay a little attention if you can, and if you can’t then just walk past them at an usual pace. Make them feel they are humans too, and not some beast you are scared walking past by. I haven’t mentioned my own problems nor do I need any of your help. I hope I made you think.

Wait. But you did not even ask me why the hell it even matters to me?


Remember that day when I was struggling with my chair when the tyre got stuck in that pit? And you overtook me as always. I don’t blame you as I am pretty sure that you’ll have a perfect explanation for that as well.


It was one of those lesser fortunate people (of course whom you are cynical about) came to help me. But you’ll never understand it, for just like you have to be a little bent to get something you need; to be a little considerate of others to understand them; and to be considerate, you need to hear them out, and to hear them out, you need to talk to them, and in order to talk to someone, you need to be there, and to be there, you need to slow down a little.


Wait but you can’t just slow down, can you? How can you, when they say that this world belongs to those who move fast?


By Akarsh Jain


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