Most of you have watched slumdog millionaire.... My friends in USA loved it.... Me not so much because it did a damage to my pride as being Indian.... Showed me the sad state of affairs that proceeds indian society.... I argued that India is not all about slums and children begging.... India is much more and I laid down that fact in front of many through years (I hardly loose an argument).... But sometimes a spoke of truth, dark as the darkest night hidden in the plain sight looks at you....
I was sitting with some of my friends having some useless discussion, some fun and some snacks.... A kid stood in distance watching.... I noticed him but decided to ignore.... I was waiting when would he come to ask for something.... but he didn't.... He waited and as soon as we were finished he came and picked all the garbage and put it in his bag.... I had a bag too at his age.... I would complain daily how I had to lift it up and walk several flights of stairs in school but that gave me prospect of brighter future....
This kid had a bag too... dirty, filthy bag.... but it gave the shades of dark present and a future that was in abyss.....
I walked to him and gave him 10 rs.... he said he doesn't want it.... I asked if he wants to eat something he looked at his sister and said "Bhaia ise pastry khila do (feed her some pastry pls)" i took them both and fed them pastry.... the ate they were happy and left....another incidence happened when I gave some kids small biscuits packet and they were happy as if they found gold.... I had this urge of happiness and then a guilt and sadness crept over my consciousness....
an old man standing guard at of Mac Donalds 24*7 middle of night in cold weather hungry and shivering.... You offer him 30 rs burger and you would see how happy he gets... he gives you all kind of blessing.....
A friend of mine conjured that this means I am nice person because I fed them.... But I am not.... May I did all that to cleanse my soul.... may be just to show that I am nice guy.... May to impress that cute girl in crop top staring at me.... may be I am writing this to patronise me and paint me as a better person.... may be I was looking for my lost innocence in those kids eyes.... To look from their prospective I had everything.... I was happy.... no matter how I crib about it I always had a better life than many.....
But they???
They didn't.... I had better life because my parents gave that too me.... I had nothing to do with that.... They struggled because their parents were not upto the task.... I was guilt stricken.... I saw my face in the mirror.... A face of a man who just desired more and more.... even in all the hardship they were able to preserve a bit of their innocence.... But what about us.... We lost our innocence way back.... may be even when we didn't know how to spell the damn word.... lets try finding that innocence.... that sincerity that essence of doing and leave being the longing for attention and all that forsakes us.... may be if we do that just may be we can actually be happy with our achievement.... may be we can achieve what we want.... just may be we becomes someone who changes the world.... lets bring a small change in ourself and see the ripple effect that follow.... just may be lets try for once....
I was sitting with some of my friends having some useless discussion, some fun and some snacks.... A kid stood in distance watching.... I noticed him but decided to ignore.... I was waiting when would he come to ask for something.... but he didn't.... He waited and as soon as we were finished he came and picked all the garbage and put it in his bag.... I had a bag too at his age.... I would complain daily how I had to lift it up and walk several flights of stairs in school but that gave me prospect of brighter future....
This kid had a bag too... dirty, filthy bag.... but it gave the shades of dark present and a future that was in abyss.....
I walked to him and gave him 10 rs.... he said he doesn't want it.... I asked if he wants to eat something he looked at his sister and said "Bhaia ise pastry khila do (feed her some pastry pls)" i took them both and fed them pastry.... the ate they were happy and left....another incidence happened when I gave some kids small biscuits packet and they were happy as if they found gold.... I had this urge of happiness and then a guilt and sadness crept over my consciousness....
an old man standing guard at of Mac Donalds 24*7 middle of night in cold weather hungry and shivering.... You offer him 30 rs burger and you would see how happy he gets... he gives you all kind of blessing.....
A friend of mine conjured that this means I am nice person because I fed them.... But I am not.... May I did all that to cleanse my soul.... may be just to show that I am nice guy.... May to impress that cute girl in crop top staring at me.... may be I am writing this to patronise me and paint me as a better person.... may be I was looking for my lost innocence in those kids eyes.... To look from their prospective I had everything.... I was happy.... no matter how I crib about it I always had a better life than many.....
But they???
They didn't.... I had better life because my parents gave that too me.... I had nothing to do with that.... They struggled because their parents were not upto the task.... I was guilt stricken.... I saw my face in the mirror.... A face of a man who just desired more and more.... even in all the hardship they were able to preserve a bit of their innocence.... But what about us.... We lost our innocence way back.... may be even when we didn't know how to spell the damn word.... lets try finding that innocence.... that sincerity that essence of doing and leave being the longing for attention and all that forsakes us.... may be if we do that just may be we can actually be happy with our achievement.... may be we can achieve what we want.... just may be we becomes someone who changes the world.... lets bring a small change in ourself and see the ripple effect that follow.... just may be lets try for once....
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