Part 2 : OUR LOCKDOWN IS NOT THEIR LOCKDOWN : Unsaid stories of invisible people
Can we promise an 11-day old that?
This short video peeks into the ordeal that lakhs of migrants are going through during this unprecedented crisis. The group of migrants is waiting for the truck they had booked to take them from Mumbai to their villages in Jonpur district in Uttar Pradesh. You can hear them pour out their pain and frustration.
Posted by Karthik Kn on Tuesday, May 19, 2020
I shall do a post on the logistic nightmare described in the video by the group. But that’s for later. Today, the only thing I want to do is to introduce you to someone. He makes a dashing entry around one minute fifteen seconds into the video. His name is an irony of our times. But that is beside the point.
He belongs to a generation different from ours – The post COVID generation. A generation that hasn’t experienced a non-pandemic world without masks, sanitizers, and social distancing. If and when that generation would get to breathe in such a world is anyone’s guess.
I found Ayush under a flyover at Mankoli. He, his parents, and others in the group were waiting for the truck they had booked. A spike in COVID-19 cases near Majiwada, the previous congregation points for trucks picking migrants, had forced the police to drive the fleeing migrants further away from the city. In a gesture that is truly symbolic of the current state of affairs, they shifted the pick-up point to Mankoli, closer to the city’s borders than Majiwada. An act that increased the walking-time for migrants coming from the city by 2 hours for the migrants.
The underneath of the flyover, like the forgotten corner of any city, is filled with filth, including human waste. That’s what the 11-day-old was surrounded with – Filth.
But when I met Ayush, that filth faded in front of his adorable eyes, naughty legs and tiny fingers that had unformed finger-nails etched over them. He shined like a true bundle of joy. Everything paled in front of his innocence.