“If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a Mosquito.” – Dalai Lama
Oh, our Incredible India ! When we talk about this country, the common thing that first hits our mind is, Poverty. The land of the Poors. On the contrary, the land of Richie riches’ as well.
But today we are talking about the ones who are banished from our societies, the ones who are cursed with the ferocity of their lives, the ones for which most of us hardly even care if they exist. Yes, I am talking about those unlucky ones who could not afford their basic needs like food, shelter n sanitation facilities, forget about their security and self esteem needs.
Do we really care how they survive, beyond the uncountable & unfortunate incidents like Child labour, rapes, prostitution etc which they face almost everyday ? They are too poor and weak to afford justice. They have to suffer in silence because nobody even cares to hear their plea, justice is simply a far fetched dream for them. Did we give a thought anytime ? Well, Now ?
Well, there are numerous NGO’s and Non-profitable organisations which help them survive through this brutal world. These contribute to a great number of men and women who try to make this world a better place to live in. They challenge the society and against all odds take a step and provide their support physically, financially and emotionally as well. Ironically, most of us don’t even care for them as well. We are just too busy or lazy in our comfort zone.
Better late than never, today I joined the group of thousands of anonymous people who put their hard earned money for philanthropic causes, anonymously. Today, I donated a handful of money to CRY (to support 1 child for food & education). And feeling too happy about that. 🙂
Driving in India is undoubtedly one hell of a nightmare. We all agree on this. Everyone seems to be in a hurry. Typically, Everyone. Endless vehicles honking on the city roads, to an extent that even a deaf person can bleed through one’s eyes and ears. I am sorry for being rude but thats the fact we need to acknowledge. Believe me, the situation is abysmal.
But today, here I am, to discuss something different. You might have noticed that there is a different occupational community which serves for car owners, that we have contemplated since ages. Precisely, for those who could afford the luxury of cars, not today, but a decade back I would say. The driver or the chauffeur.
I have noticed a thing every now and then. As soon as we roll down our windows, we find in many cars, the seat adjacent to the drivers’ , empty. In…
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A famous writer was in his study room. He picked up his pen and started writing:
**Last year, I had a surgery and my gall bladder was removed. I had to stay stuck to the bed due to this surgery for a long time.
**The same year I reached the age of 60 years and had to give up my favourite job. I had spent 30 years of my life in this publishing company.
**The same year I experienced the sorrow of the death of my father.
**And in the same year my son failed in his medical exam because he had a car accident. He had to stay in bed at hospital with the cast on for several days. The destruction of car was another loss.
At the end he wrote: Alas! It was such bad year!!
When the writer’s wife entered the room, she found he husband…
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