The Swach Bharat Abhyan Swag!

I got out of Burger king with disappointment. No burger was able to feed my hunger. I was still hungry. I went to the shop nearby and asked for a Pack of Chips and Cold drink. I ate them all the mid way to my hotel, and threw them on the road.

"Hi!" A foreigner greeted me as I stopped near him after 10 minutes of Walk.  He looked like he was of 'british' origin. He was Wearing a large blue cap and aviators in Hot,  burning sun.

I was on my way to hotel from Connaught Place. I glanced at my watch,  It was Three of the evening. My family was waiting for me in the Hotel.

'Hi buddy. Any help you need?' I asked him. Athithi Devo Bhava is in our blood.

'Yup. I just needed some assistance with these' He said as he showed me an empty wrapper of 'Lays' and Two Cans of 'Pepsi' he was holding.

Whoa man! Did I come across as a municipality officer or some poor sweeper making that Gora ask me such question? I checked my clothes. I was wearing a red T Shirt and Blue Denim jeans. God, I never have seen a sweeper in such better condition. So why is he asking me so?

'Assistance as in what?' I asked as politely as possible. He smiled.

'I want to dispose them. But no Dustbin is here in my sight. Do you know where the bin is?' He asked. I literally laughed. If I was in his place, I would have Thrown those on the road and than Cursed the Government for not maintaining  cleanliness.
Ironic, isn't it Laksh?

'I am not a resident of this city. I don't know where the dustbin is' I said struggling for a straight face.

'Never Mind. I am Jack Luke. I live in NY' He said as he brought his empty right hand towards me. We shook hands and I told him about myself.

'So you are also staying in The Park!' He said after I mentioned him my hotel.

'Who else is staying in there?' I asked

' Well I am also. And My Delegations too' he replied with a smile.

Gosh why are these foreigners always happy? The joy on his face was brighter than a Person who just qualified for Delhi University's Cut Off.

'Lets go then' I said as we both started to walk towards the Hotel. He was holding those wrappers and cans firmly in his left hand, like someone protecting diamonds.

We talked about India. The Modi sarkar. I told him that he looks like those people in the swach bharat abhiyan ads who like to throw things in place. He laughed.

'So you mean you like the Swach Bharat Abhiyan?' I asked him.

'Yup. Your country needs a campaign to make people realize this whereas in my country, its our responsibility not to dispose waste in public' he said.

'That is very rude of you' I frowned. Boy he had a point.

'You know what, we get to pay fine if there is more than 25% of food in our waste' he said with a serious expression.

I would have been in Jail if such policy existed in India due to my food wasting habits.

We reached our Hotel. Still no dustbin was found. The impression of Indian Authorities in his mind must be worse.

He disposed those in the Large green bin outside the hotel, and than returned to me.

'Mission Accomplished' he said with a dazzling smile.

'Congrats' I said.

'Well did you recognized anything?' He asked.

Recognized? What? My poor country? Lack of Dustbin?

'No' I said, confused.

'Those were the wrappers and can you threw on road. I was watching you distinctly but I didn't said anything' he said. What the? Shit. I felt embarrassed in front of him. A foreigner teaching me 'How to be a good indian?' Shit

'I am S...Sorry' I said.

'Don't be sorry. Improve your actions. Remember US was also once like this only. We changed, the world changed' He said as I waved him and entered the elevators and went to my room.

My younger sister was having some sandwiches in the room. She declined to eat the rest and hence wasted it.

'Eat it! Remember US was also once like this. We changed, the world changed' I said to her. And my fate to say, she dismissed it like she always does......