Our World: AN ORDINARY HUMAN'S EXPERIENCE OF "TEMPORARY INSANITY DAY (FEBRUARY 16, 2020)" IN D-MART IN TILAKWADI AREA OF BELGAUM:

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AN ORDINARY HUMAN'S EXPERIENCE OF "TEMPORARY INSANITY DAY (FEBRUARY 16, 2020)" IN D-MART IN TILAKWADI AREA OF BELGAUM: 😂🤣😅🙃🙂😌🙂❣️

Last Sunday, we drove to D-Mart located inTilakwadi area of Belgaum city. The highway in front of the building housing the departmental store is dug up for fly-over construction to decongest vehicular traffic at the railway level crossing gate number three making it difficult to park our vehicle in D-Mart's subterranean parking lot and had to park the car at the road near the building(inset photograph).
There was a curtained kiosk at the entrance to security check ladies/women shoppers. The lady security guard quite diligently pressed my pelvis and buttocks as part of a security check that made me wonder why she did not press my chest/breasts as part of the process.
D-Mart in Tilakwadi area is notorious for bottom pinchers and bottom brushers, who do the commercial meme creators huge favour by making people the women/ladies in particular as a "BADASS!" I, therefore, was aware of my cousin-sister's, Mother's and Aunt's discomfort in shopping at D-Mart. L.O.L.!!!!
My cousin, Joshika Gupta was relieved of missing out on being graced with "ignoble touch". While she was paying for the purchases (Pani Puri mix, Pani Puri Water mix and a couple of packets of Tang.) I slowly made my way through a non-operational POS area. Just then, a store attendant left his post at one of the POS moving swiftly towards me brush past me touching my right arm, and his hand touched my right lap. I turned around and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around and sheepishly blurted out "Sorry!"
I replied to him, "I did not tap on your "Shoulder" in demand an apology, but to tell you never do anything disrespectful. Gentleman, do not deliberately disrespect anyone and invariably disrespect yourself."

Once my cousin and I had cleared the security at the exit and were walking towards the make-shift vehicle parking area, she suggested we have Pani Puris from a Pani-Puri vendor "parked" on the pavement. My Aunt and cousin-sister like Pani-Puris very much and whenever they see a Pani_Puri road-side vendor they always make a beeline towards it. My Aunt and cousin stood to the right of the vendor's Pani-Puri stand while I stood to the left with my back to the afternoon sun for a while till Aunt urged me to be with them. While the young Pani Puri vendor was busy preparing to serve us I asked him whether the street lights lit in the evening. He said "No". I reiterated my question only to receive the same reply with the explanation that the street lights did not work because of fly-overs' construction work. I explained to him that the construction work could not and should not hamper street lighting and they should be aware of it. Just then his elder brother hurried to the stand and asked his younger brother to hand him over the plastic glove he was trying on. In the flurry, they damaged the glove and still used it. Meanwhile, a group of young ladies had joined us to the left of the stand enjoying their chatter while waiting for Pani Puris. At elder brother's behest, the younger sibling moved to the left of the stand to take onions from a container and chop them. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he approached the side of the stand and deliberately brushed his arm on my stomach before I could move away from his way. He grabbed the knife and onion and looking at me with the grin still stuck on his face he stood behind us to do his brother's bidding. I saw him looking at the girls while peeling the onion.
I asked him whether he could read and write. He shook his head in affirmative and hung his head so low that it literally touched his chest. I simply told him and his brother, if we are literate and ignore reading to be aware of our rights and responsibilities as a human, a national, a citizen and above all as a literate individual then, we allow ourselves to be exploited and make it a valid reason to exploit and abuse anyone else. We give vent to our frustration through hooliganism and then justify it as a backlash to abuse and exploitation. We become the oppressed and the oppressors too. Its example is the blatant misuse of media and social networks. Both the brothers and the group of young ladies stood silently rooted in their place. I earnestly hope I did not ruin their celebration of "TEMPORARY INSANITY DAY!"
My experience of Kalyan, Maharashtra, and Belgaum has made me wonder whether there are "two groups of masses":
1. ONE: who is obsessed with chest and breasts and never miss an opportunity to ignobly touch that part of your anatomy when they walk past you or are standing in front of you.
2. TWO: who is obsessed with the pelvic region of your anatomy and never misses a chance to touch you there.

We, misconstrue self-discipline to be a straight-jacketed existence of abstinence; dignity to arrogance and humility to be timidly passive. This happens when parents, teachers and senior members of human society ignore the fact that they are responsible for the youngsters to be aware of the biological changes and sexual urges and how they are to responsibly respond their queries and not manipulate them to their selfish gains resulting in immorality and social hypocrisy. We are invariably responsible not only for the strength of our character but also of others if we firmly believe in yours and mine instead of ours..."Our World...Our Planet Earth." For evidence, look at all the memes and viral posts in social networks.
I am not a "NATIVE" of Karnataka state of India. I may be part of the so-called "migrant population" like the two brothers earning their livelihood selling Pani-Puris from their road-side vending stand eventually becoming a cynosure to the NATIVES giving an opportunity to the law enforcers to fleece them for allowing them to use the pavement to earn their living if they are not skilled enough to formal employment: sweating it out at a sweatshop like restaurant, road-side dhaba, construction site, retail outlet, workshop or an industry. The constant hammering of one's existence in a social milieu to be more of a bane than a blessing invariably triggers them to act in defiance to such innuendoes both overt or introvert. This invariably exhibits the fact: "WE ARE LIVING IN A PARADOXICAL VICIOUS CIRCLE: EVERYONE IS A VICTIM: OPPRESSOR IS THE OPPRESSED!"

Should we not introspectively question the reason why mega and metro cities and towns have immigrant populations? Should we try to delve deep within us using our #compassion #education #respect #ethics #wisdom #rationality with full awareness of #sustainability #diveristy #resilience and sans #bias #prejudice
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