It is a beautiful morning, as I lie asleep,cuddled up in my cozy blanket, I am woken up by the invaluable and deeply missed yearns of my mother. With the sun basking the chrysanthemum filled garden, in its light. I leave the house in a rush, with blessings, wishes and love being emoted well by the eyes of my overtly sweet parents, and my little bro-my pet Crazy.And I undertake my journey each day,where I look forward to my targets, and to the methods taken up to achieve them and to a hope, which grows deeper each day, owing to the love shown by my near & dear ones for me.
But as I stand today, amidst a number of cars smoking away to their destinations, my eyes meet a pair of misty eyes. Yes, on the traffic signal, an old lady gathering herself in her tattered clothes, begs for alms. Her eyes tell the entire story of her desolate and despair filled state. A voice within me instructs, not to give money to beggars, but the human in me retaliates. Stranded in a place, where I can't buy food and give, the least that I can do is to give money.
I gave her a small amount, and rolled up my windows. I dont know though my car sped away from the scene, the feelings just trailed behind. I am still asking questions to myself ,
How lonely would she be?
How hungry would she be?
How cold would she be?
How hurt would she be?
With only questions and no answers... all I realize is poverty is god sent, I know, that we all are just so lucky, to be born in the homes of such sweet parents, who compromise on their dreams just to fulfil ours. I just pray to God to keep that old lady and all those in a similar state, secure, well fed and loved.
So the next time, in your conversations with God, when you complaint, just don't; rather, say a Thank You !!
Beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteI am very happy you thought so much about the state of that lady.
In my opinion, poverty is as much man-made as by god, for it is our own way of running a society that creates rich and poor.
I agree on the part that we are lucky to have parents that love us, that have enabled us to be a good individual.
My best lines:
I look forward to my targets, and to the methods taken up to achieve them and to a hope, which grows deeper each day, owing to the love shown by my near & dear ones for me
Bravo CP :)
@ Pathik : Firstly, Thanks!
ReplyDeleteNow,I agree that too some extent poverty is man made, but it definitely isn't made by the man suffering in it. It is a congenital handicap...unfortunately.
Ana,
ReplyDeleteIt's a pleasure to read your post :)
Secondly,
I am not debating that the bad fate of any individual suffering from poverty, I am just poiting out the fact that the very notion of equality seems a myth when you see people living under such worthless and helpless conditions.
A child born in war torn Afghanistan, a child suffering from malnutrition in Nigeria, a child working in a explosive factory in Sivakasi, India, are the very products of the greed of mankind.
But then you stop and think, aren't humans like that?
We are not born as saints, neither expected to be one, so where does the solution lie?
Is there a solution?
are you aware of the concept of 'pass it forward'?
ReplyDeleteu knw ananya i totally agree wid u and yeah we r lucky
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