Since my appeal earlier this month, I’ve again seen the old man in that tattered shirt, who is apparently cursed to walk up and down long stretches of two trunk roads — Bukit Timah and Dunearn — in sunshine, thunder or in rain. Much like the dancer cursed to dance till she died!
You would think his plight is for all the world to see and someone with more commitment and clout than me would have done something more permanent for him already — and I don’t mean incarcerating him, of course.
Yet, it appears that I may be the lone vehicle driver out of the thousands who pass him in daylight hours — who notices him and feels compelled to pull up on the kerb, whenever traffic permits, to pass him something for a meal.
This afternoon, he looked even worse for wear: his tattered shirt looked even worse than in my last post. Any minute, every semblance of what was once a garment is going to disintergrate into shreds, if not dust.
It’s in times like this that i feel our Government is spending money less than wisely: even as i pulled up beside this pitiful human stray, I was hearing on radio that the Ministry for Information, Communications and the Arts is pumping $4.2 million into the Silver Infocomm Initiative to help senior citizens embrace a digital lifestyle!
If the radio report was interactive, I would have said “hello, forget the digital lifestyle for senior citizens. Just spend enough first on senior citizens who got no life, let alone a lifestyle, OK?”
Pity it wasn’t. And I’m also perplexed why so many motorists are blind to this old man on the trunk roads when I am not? Perhaps he’s a ghost whom no one else sees?