A boy,still in his teens,has read my post, “Freedom of Expression & Choice.” He has written a post “Thinking“. Kurt Cobain’s blog is just one post old. He read comments on my post. He was very upset with all the rationality and the feel of real world was quite upsetting for him. His post reflects the simplicity and passion of a teen, unspoilt by cynicism.I wish him all the best in life.
Here is his post:
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I was one day coming back from Noida, way back to my home. In the way i was supposed to change a bus. I was walking upto the bus stop, in the way i saw a lady begging. I used to ignore those beggers whom i suppose that they can earn their money but instead they are begging, but not this lady. She was not a pretty site to see, without one leg. Her clothes were really dirty and torn. She was constantly giving me vibes of her helplessness and pity. I kept on walking and at the same time staring at her. I was unable to move my eyes from her. I don’t know what she was mumbling but surely she was asking for money. Some people ignored her like she’s a piece of shit. But she did’nt mind that i guess from her geusture. I turned around and walked upto her. I saw her begging pot, there were hardly 10 to 20 bucks in her pot, all in 1 or 2. I looked up at her in her eyes, her eyes were telling me that this lady wants money more than anyone else on this planet.
I reached my pocket there were about 575 bucks but i took out a lame 20 bucks and I dropped that piece of money in her pot. I can’t believe that she reached out to touch my feet for those 20 bucks. I felt so guilty. Folks! do we ever think spending 20 bucks!! and this ordinary 20 rupees bill meant so much to her. I was in tears. I fealt so miserable. There’s so much poverty in our country, and people say that it’s my money and i’ll spent it the way i want. I also used to do the same with my pocket money, but now i feel so bad about it. I wish I could have not wasted those money in buying some fancy clothes just to impress some bimbo, Instead done somethig productive. Wasting money on clothes or on junk food is so fucking sad when you see people around you starving and moving in clothes torn from here and there, with an inch of dirt on them. How you people close your eyes when you move. You people will easily spend money in Barista or Mcdonalds but if a rickshaw waala will ask you 5 or 10 buck more than normal then you people will be ready to fight with him. I’ll suggest you to go to Jama Masjid, I’m sure it’ll be an eye opener for you people. I’ve seen a real india there. I had smelt stink in the shape of poverty. I just want you to think about the children on the street selling newspaper, before you burn your money in some lousy place. Wearing nice clohtes, eating in some hi-fi food chain never defines a person. I’m closing this blog here, but i’ll write more.
P.S. :- This is for those who say that it’s my money and i’ll spend it the way i want. In a nutshell for metropolitan rats!!
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