COVID, lockdowns and the consequent uncertainty ensured that the journey I planned happened two years late. On the 15th September, finally I managed to fly out to fulfil the last item on the bucket list written way back in 1999. It’s also time to draw up on a fresh one soon.
Jet lag and the associated fatigue is no match to time zone induced insomnia. Body and mind gets into an invisible conflict where there are no winners. However hard I tried, my body clock just wouldn’t align itself to the new geographical time zone. I was left with no other option but wait for the daylight to break.
Patience a virtue, for most is nothing but helplessness. Armed with the newly acquired virtue, I decided to walk out to explore the neighbourhood.
Hardly had I commenced my walk, something strange caught my attention. There were many beautiful houses in the area, not far from each other. However, the conspicuous absence of boundary walls and fencing between them baffled me. The landscape was distinctively different from what I had experienced all my life. Properties without boundaries?
Native to a community that prides itself in making houses and enclosing it within boundary walls and fencing, the sight was nothing short of a cultural shock. The entire colony barring just one house, had neither fencing nor boundary walls separating one property from the other. On enquiring about the ‘ odd man out' I learned that the owner had raised the fencing to ensure that his pet and small children don’t trespass into other’s property.
Considered a highly competitive and capitalist society where everyone is believed to be strongly individualistic and known to zealously guard their privacy, every property should have been well-fenced off from each other. This colony was different. May be others won’t be like this; I thought.
A drive around the area was good enough for realisation to sink in that across the landscape the story was same. There were no boundary walls or fencing that separated one property from the other.
Walking around the house that I was staying I noticed two pear plants laden with fruits. Some had fallen to the ground. My first question to my host was; can I pluck one? His answer was that we could not because that was in the neighbour’s property. Small things but great lesson!
Clearly everyone around knew their boundaries and never crossed the barrier they had imposed on themselves to infringe upon somebody else’s property. Truly impressive.
Later in the day I took a drive out to the local grocery store . I was impressed with the manner in which common people conducted themselves on the road driving their cars. At every crossing, traffic light or not, without fail people actually stopped their cars just because a ‘Stop’ sign was painted on the road! They looked for other traffic and gave way to the person with the right of way. At many places I saw them being extra polite giving way to someone they thought deserved priority. How could I be not impressed?
On the few occasions I went for a walk, I was greeted by individuals, total strangers, whom I crossed. That too was a novel experience to someone who crossed many in such walks back home. Most refused to return a smile or acknowledge my presence. It was not that everybody here was polished civilized and good. But those who didn’t smile or wish were mostly exceptions rather than norm.
The boundaries between right and wrong seemed to be distinctly clear and deeply ingrained in almost everybody. Societies where distinctions between right and wrong, privileges and obligations, rights and duties, entitlements and expectations are internalized and practiced, there maybe no need to erect boundary walls or create unsurmountable barriers between neighbours, people and citizens. In such societies, people themselves set barriers for themselves and do not cross it.
They don’t need to blow their trumpet about how great they are. It just shows.
