Compassion?

It was, I suppose and I admit, a pleasant, beautiful and a busy Saturday evening. Having had a close look at my eyes one could have seen the reflection of MG road in bangalore getting filled with people, occupying very less place than vehicles. I kept me rested in a wooden bench under a shady tree with a cup of hot Irish coffee. May be, I should've waited for my friends. I left my eyes to brush the scenes around me either good or bad.

The road was filled with colour. The late evening sunlight brightened the scene by adding temperature to the natural colour. How many different expressions? How many different dresses? How many different types of people? All the expressions read more of happiness, a few normal and very few dull faces. I swear bangalore is one of the main place across India, where financial smiles are more to keep us in comfort. Chanda maama peeped herself out of the clouds and was smiling at the beauty of bangalore. She started spreading her chillness on the city. I had my lips dipped in the coffee cup, to take a sip, wah, what a coffee...? hmmm...

A slight drizzle started to trigger the earth's fragrance, taking off Gucci, Dior and Ardens. `Anjali Anjali Anjali`, my sweetheart gave me a sweet alert with her pleasing ringtone. It made my pupil shrink. "Hi, Where are you?... ... ..., How much time will you take to come here??? It'll hardly take 30 mins... ... ..., ok ok, try to come soon, I am in front of Tiger Bay'. Traffic, Traffic, Traffic... Traffic hell is bangalore, the IT heaven.

My eyes again got widened when a small kid, happened to cross my eyes with dirty clothes and with few scars in her face. The smile curve got straightened. Yeah, this part of this world had produced people who rang bells in NASDAQ and also produced people whose stomach rings for hunger. Many traffic signals would've captured BMWs and Mercs on a end and begging kids on the other. Do these kids deserve it? While others in their cadet goes to Carmel, cottons and st. John's?

I stood with few, sorry many questions in my mind... I checked my pocket, few tens, a fifty and also a hundred smiled at me. Just got up from the bench, approached the kid and gave her ten bucks. She didn't smile back, she didn't say thanks. I didn't expect, rather I smiled at her. In a while, before I could come out of that black mood, a few more kids like her surrounded me. They were touching my feet and pleading for money! Should I have to shout at them to leave me alone? I didn't have other choice...

Is it a illusion? Beauty and dirt are in the same place. At times I could feel the beauty and also at times I am seeing the dirt. Am I angry or under compassion?