He is a hero, a survivor like no one I can ever know or dare to come across. None can match up to his playfulness, given his multiple handicap owing to his struggling survival in contamination. My fast fading respect for the society we live in, became doubly faster after what I am beginning to realize. The world is obsessed with preserving human existence and luxury. For once, I want to shout out once for the sheer disgrace and apathy that humans bring with themselves to this world by default. Our Chhotu and their Babu is a lesson that made just Six people emote. Why? Because it's a commonplace belief that humans and humans are both heroes and anti-heroes. There is no longer any room left for animals. Want to know what peace is? Peace is the joy of giving without a change in your own happiness. Infact that giving elevates the giver's happiness. Chhotu/Babu embodies this abstract yet simple configuration without asking for anything in return. Just a little love perhaps. Can't the world give that to him? Only 6 people did. They rest branded him as an outcast. Infact, they were invisible and indifferent to his existence. You have to be near Chhotu to feel peace and simultaneous joy. It's Varun's and mine dead luck that we can't even be near his grave. My Chhotu is one of the choicest survivors the world can ever boast of. But it won't na.... it's a fake, ugly world . I don't know whther I'll ever be able to get rid of this hatred for the society who does little to accept Chhotu's message of peace. On a second thought, I don't want to. For Chhotu's sake, I will do nothing to harm them, but I swear I'll do nothing to help the selfish society either.
For Varun and me, our Chhotu is the ultimate Peace Laureate.
