I was going to my hometown on Friday. When the bus was about to leave the station, a person along with his family came in. He was wearing a dusty shirt and a worn-out trouser. His wife and kids were no different. They came in , all barefooted. They were belonging to those labours who build the buildings and who work for building constructors. I could hardly guess from their language, what they were talking about.
The journey started. It was about half an hour or so, the smallest of those kids started feeling uneasy. And he started vomitting. That child was too young to speak a word. His mother literally dragged his mouth outside the window, giving him a space to vomit. Instead of asking him if he was feeling ok or not, she started beating him. I wondered how could a mother do this to her child.
The next stop came. They bought "vada-paav" to eat. I saw that man bargaining for "vada-paav". It generally costs 4-5 bucks. They ate hurriedly and went to sleep.
I started thinking. I felt myself lucky. I have very loving and caring parents. I can afford not all but almost all luxuries which an ordinary person would like to. At least I never went to sleep without eating anything!!!
What was happening to that child would also had happened with me if I were at his place. It is just the matter of luck. sheer luck...
Still I get angry on my parents. Still I don't care about their emotions. Still I am not happy with whatever food I get for lunch, for dinner.
I remembered an e- mail having a picture of a very small african kid, almost dying, because he don't have food to eat.
I think, I am one of the most luckiest persons on this Earth!!!
1 comment:
these are the small things which make us HUMANE.. for these moments i'l start bloging !!
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