Today morning while getting back from the swim, i stopped for a smoke.
there was the usual hum drum around and a couple of beggars asking for alms. As usual, they stop passerby and ask money.
I usually react in whims, depending on the mood. when i feel like, I give, other times, i plain ignore.
today was the ignore day mood. I was nt really in a good frame of mind, thinking about all nonsense that was happening in my life.
Suddenly, I was stopped by a man asking for alms.
something caught my eye. he was a middle aged man, his 5 year old daughter sitting on the backseat of his cycle, that contained household brooms for sale. they were sipping coconut water from a single straw, alternately.
It was odd in the sense that I havent seen beggars on cycles before. I asked him what he wants and more importantly why was he begging . He was a fit looking man anyways. Able bodied men should work and find a way to livelihood than beg, is what I feel. then he said that he comes from Rajasthan, as his accent suggested, but his daily chores dont earn enough to fend for the family. so he begs.
well, I dont have any logical reasons to explain all the socio-psychological matters that ail our society.
I was about to move away, but then i just looked at the image.
Of Father and daughter, sharing the same coconut water from a single coconut. they were poor, but happy.
they had scarce means, but still dint desert each other. a dark future awaits this little girl, with dangers lurking everywhere. And I imagined the plight of the father, who will do his best till he is able bodied. But what happens after that ?
but thats a worry of the tomorrow. it will take care of itself.
today morning, at the moment - they are content. the innocent joy of the girl and the contentment in the father's eyes.
Something just flicked inside me. A year back, this date, even I had a father. I had a father, who loved and cared and remained content if I was happy. I remembered the first day, when Dad made me sit in the front seat of our cycle and took me for a small trip.
Small joys of life. Much bigger than any amount of comfort or money can ever buy.
That day will never come again, for me. Its consigned to the heaps of memory.
My heart went out for the man, i took out something from the pocket and gave it to him. mentioning the amount wont be correct, but it was substantially higher than one usually gives.
The man smiled at me, said a loud prayer, saying "Son, God will bless you, Khuda aapko khush rakhega, dekhega"
whether there is a God, or Devil or no one, I do not know. I just know, there are people, under the influences of good and bad, the right or wrong. And what has happened to me over the last year, I wish it doesnt happen to the worst of mankind.
Looking at the run of things in my life, I smiled wryly and walked away.
Nov 14, 2012
there was the usual hum drum around and a couple of beggars asking for alms. As usual, they stop passerby and ask money.
I usually react in whims, depending on the mood. when i feel like, I give, other times, i plain ignore.
today was the ignore day mood. I was nt really in a good frame of mind, thinking about all nonsense that was happening in my life.
Suddenly, I was stopped by a man asking for alms.
something caught my eye. he was a middle aged man, his 5 year old daughter sitting on the backseat of his cycle, that contained household brooms for sale. they were sipping coconut water from a single straw, alternately.
It was odd in the sense that I havent seen beggars on cycles before. I asked him what he wants and more importantly why was he begging . He was a fit looking man anyways. Able bodied men should work and find a way to livelihood than beg, is what I feel. then he said that he comes from Rajasthan, as his accent suggested, but his daily chores dont earn enough to fend for the family. so he begs.
well, I dont have any logical reasons to explain all the socio-psychological matters that ail our society.
I was about to move away, but then i just looked at the image.
Of Father and daughter, sharing the same coconut water from a single coconut. they were poor, but happy.
they had scarce means, but still dint desert each other. a dark future awaits this little girl, with dangers lurking everywhere. And I imagined the plight of the father, who will do his best till he is able bodied. But what happens after that ?
but thats a worry of the tomorrow. it will take care of itself.
today morning, at the moment - they are content. the innocent joy of the girl and the contentment in the father's eyes.
Something just flicked inside me. A year back, this date, even I had a father. I had a father, who loved and cared and remained content if I was happy. I remembered the first day, when Dad made me sit in the front seat of our cycle and took me for a small trip.
Small joys of life. Much bigger than any amount of comfort or money can ever buy.
That day will never come again, for me. Its consigned to the heaps of memory.
My heart went out for the man, i took out something from the pocket and gave it to him. mentioning the amount wont be correct, but it was substantially higher than one usually gives.
The man smiled at me, said a loud prayer, saying "Son, God will bless you, Khuda aapko khush rakhega, dekhega"
whether there is a God, or Devil or no one, I do not know. I just know, there are people, under the influences of good and bad, the right or wrong. And what has happened to me over the last year, I wish it doesnt happen to the worst of mankind.
Looking at the run of things in my life, I smiled wryly and walked away.
Nov 14, 2012
1 comment:
Dey always say ....live in d present n b happy....tough times r ought to cum....n as d going gts tough..d tough gts going..have faith in hm...
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