Conscious versus Subconscious...

How would you react?

Its a hot day...standing at a bus terminal...where's my luck? God, please send a bus from somewhere...looking around, struggling to stiffle a yawn...not one that i recognize...hmmm...There goes my brain...'DO NOT STARE AT ANYONE FOR TOO LONG'a small smile creeps up my lips...Suddenly im looking at a vagrant...he's not begging, only just sitting around...Is there anything particularly wrong with him? 'CHECK IF HE'S TOTALLY UNABLE TO FEND FOR HIMSELF BEFORE YOU SYMPATHIZE'...i continue scrutinizing him...there's a rag on his lap...is he lame? His hands are both alright though...a torn cap on his head but a tuft of his hair is visible... its gray alright... must be around seventy...Hmmm...Would i be able to work with a perfect set of hands and legs at 70? But why would i have to? I'll have enough around me by then...he's stirring...The man removes the rags on his lap, spread them alongside him and tries to move the lower part of his body onto the rags with the help of his perfect but aged and shivering hands.He lies down on it.

I can see him clearly now, yes... he is unfortunate... lost both his legs.. what can i do? Hey wait a minute...Im not the only person standing here...let me see...there are...1...2...3..hmmmm 9 people including me ... & .. & .. i think i am the youngest...Now thats not my business to help him when so many here don't care...I look away...five more minutes inch by...The brain again...'HOW OLD ARE YOU'... 25...hmmm...and i use that as an arguementative point to hold myself away.. or should i say in to categorize myself from any responisbility towards that man...Should i have been 40, would i have then, managed to help? i look at the ground for a split second and then my gaze goes back there...This time i notice that the helpless thing is staring into my face...why is he smiling at me?...he's mocking me...does he know what im thinking? Ok, now i have a valid reason... he's evil.. sure he's upto something.. id better stay away... run guilt.. run away from me.... i don't want to put my life at any risk...I look away again.What's the time... quarter to 2... Oh God, its nearing an hour since i came here... Am hungry...What do i do?...had a heavy breakfast though...& that too about 3hrs back...& am already hungry??? Am i gluttonous? Im 55kgs with an average height of 5.4"... guess thats ok...Now why am i looking at him again?God help me...he looks hungry...exhausted too...maybe I'l drop a coin or two at him...But what if he drinks himself to glory?...where does my money go then?...how does that matter anyway...Its not like I'm giving him a blank cheque right?... & a slight self mocking smile i give myself... Hey does he think i smiled at him..Oh sorry mister...I didn't...don't get any wrong ideas!!!There's something at the back of my head...I can't remember...what is it?...Close your eyes.. come on ... get it... Ah yes... There's a number...Just a click away... I have a helpline number with me...Its related to Helpage-India... I remember the mail...'USE THIS NUMBER(1090-toll free 24 hour helpline), SAVE SOMEBODY FROM BEGGING ESPECIALLY IN VERY HELPLESS SITUATIONS'...Where is it? Got it from someone at... Helpage... 1...0...where's the God damned bus... 9.......0...... hmmm....why am i reading out the number... i don't need to dial it... Hey, there's a bus coming...God, let it be the one I'm waiting for...please...Should i call him? I have about one minute before the bus reaches here... He's looking at me imploringly... Should i just drop the coins for him? No... I'l use the number...It says calling...God its ringing... The bus... its mine...Hurry...run for it...Got it..."HELLO" says a voice on the other end...cut the call... switch your cell off for some time... GOD... Am I safe??? Good you sent the bus on time... thank you God!!!See i told you, everything happens for the good...Its God who did his will, not my fault...& i try to smile consoling myself....


All the while when i was at the debate with the conscious part of my brain, my subconscious mind was just trying hard to create some amount of sympathy towards that poor soul...It tried in vain to educate me that all i needed to do was make the effort to call for a little help but it failed. Any idea, why? Well, because most of us think that the subconscious mind is present only to be used involuntarily during a fight or flight situation. Subconscious mind power is labeled as part of the normal individual’s personality in which mental processes function without consciousness under normal waking conditions. All the logical thinking is done by our conscious parts. Of course, the guilt factor hits the subconscious & conscious alike but that can be dealt with... Thats the attitude...

But thats not the way... Try to listen to both your voices. Give the chance for your logical answers to be picked from analyses of both parts of your thinking. Maybe then, we would end up hitting the 'rights' rather than the 'wrongs' more often.

There's a number somewhere up there... Take it... It does not use up much of your phone memories.. It may be of use to someone ... somewhere...