Good People Still Exist Poem by Lokendra Singh

Good People Still Exist
I am person who frequently goes in the trains because of my occupation or out of my curiosity to visit new places. I am in Military so we have to move from one place to another owing to temporary duties, attachments and leave. And, sometimes I just go to various places to calm my desire of visiting new places, moreover, I am an aspiring writer so for getting new ideas I travel as well. And, there is nothing in this world which educates more than a journey experience. Travelling itself gives us a great learning if we are just little sensible and aware. So for this reason too I often roam from one place to another.
Of late, I was coming back to Bangalore from Ajmer in Ajmer-Mysore Express. Fortunately, I do not have any bitter or vexatious experiences like pick-pocketing, bag-theft, and quarrel, etc., in the train, despite my frequent travelling. But this time I have lost my big trolley bag in Pune.
From Ahmedabaad a family was in front of my seat. That family was a Gujrati family and it was settled in Pune. As most Gujrati people carry so much eatables with them so was true with that family too. They offered me some snacks. I refused, but they convinced me to take snacks somehow. They seemed me good people. That family incorporated two gents and their wives. In night one of the men asked me to sleep on his seat as it was on side upper birth, as we all know, it is little smaller than other births and he was a tall man so he requested me to exchange the seats. I do not mind changing seats if other person is getting benefit by doing so or provided it is comfortable for me too, so I agreed. It was a Three AC tier coach. Over the night, he put curtains my bag was at the same place. At 4 a.m. they alighted in Pune. I opened my eyes and saw time, it was 4 a.m., so I again went to sleep, then Woke up in morning at seven. I completed my daily morning activities. All the items required for these activities were in my hand bag. I took that bag along with me in the night, then after completion of daily morning activities, I meditated a little as it is also part of my everyday life; The moment I opened my eyes my eyes went below the seat where I kept my bag in Ajmer. It was not there. I thought that while taking their bags that family might have misplaced my bag so I searched it, but I did not find it. I also searched in my near by three AC coaches, but I didn't find it. I was having some important document in it. So, I was more perturbed. I told about this incident to co-passengers they told me to contact T.T.E. (Travelling Ticket Examiner) , and Railway police for lodging complain for FIR (First Information Report) . I immediately contacted T.T.E., and railway police, they lodged the complain for FIR and gave its original copy to me. He shown me other FIRs aw well. He told me that these are just formalities. Every day such incidents happen in the train. It is difficult to trace the lost things. I was dejected and bewildered, then I thought my bag is gone and now I can do nothing. I accepted it and determined to tie my bag with chain and lock in the future so that I can avoid such incidents in the future. I was thoroughly hopeless.
Later, suddenly a call came to me. The person replied 'hello, I am Ananda Borana, I was your co-passenger up to Pune. We took your bag by mistake. You do not worry. I will send your bag to your address. Extremely sorry. In fact, I thought this bag might be of my brother and my brother thought that this might be of mine. Your bag was near to our bag so mistakenly we took your friend. After reaching, I identified that this is not our bag. So, we thought this bag must be of yours. So, I again came to Pune railway station, but the train was gone, then I took railways help. By your seat number I took your PNR status and mobile number and now I am talking to you.' I thanked him. I did not rebuke a little him. I was happy as I was getting my bag, then I sent my address to him further, he dispatched the item and forwarded the Lr copy to me. I received my bag after three days. Now he is my friend on WhatsApp and facebook. He is a good human being. In the end, I would like to say:
'Good human beings still exist
That is our true nature, we cannot resist,
The more we are honest in our life
The more bravely we will face life's strife
How do we respond to any situation?
Decides our destiny
Just this understanding can transform
One's life eternally.'