Hues of Humans - Beggars

I happen to notice two beggars every time I go for a walk in the beach road. One of them sits in the subway that connects my road to the footpath on the beach. He sits calmly with his back to the wall, his artificial leg removed and placed by his side. He neither asks for alms nor raises his hands. But he simply looks at the passers-by, a look that conveys supplication and anticipation. Whenever someone deigns to spare him a coin, he simply folds his hands in respect and conveys gratitude by that simple act. He is someone who will make you believe that no matter how worse a fall people happen to suffer, their innate dignity can still hold true.

There is this other person who sits on the footpath a little farther away. His very appearance and attitude proves that he is a sloth and a wastrel. He simply bellows to the passers-by, calling them out like ‘brother’, ‘mother’, ‘girl’, ‘boy’, ‘sir’ and so on. Rotund and rugged that he is, not many people care to heed to his calls. And, he is someone who does not like to be treated that way. If you move ahead without paying him a coin, you can hear him mutter a curse against you under his breath. He is someone who seems to believe that the whole world is here to serve and satisfy his needs.

Every time I observe these two people, I just wonder. If two people, that too beggars who are normally considered as beings without dignity and character, can behave in two different extremes, what to say of the innumerable human beings that populate this planet?! How many hues and patterns will be there?!