I have lived in Delhi for a year now. It
is a city full of people caring much about themselves and less about others. I
have seen people living under skyscrapers. Nothing to eat and less to wear. The
small children lost in the traffic. Small infants in clinging to the breasts of
their mothers crying for something. Their mothers giving no heed to them. These
small children dream, of bigger things in life than just living by the roadside
looking at the sun rise and then go down. They want more from us. Not money,
but a little affection from us.
Giving clothes or books, which they might
not be able to read, is not the end and we should not stop here. To tell you
the truth, giving clothes or toys is just a temporary fix to an everlasting
problem. Clothes are materialistic, to show someone your affection is hard and
lives and dies with that person. What is better for a child, the warmth of the
clothes we give him or the wisdom that he can use for a lifetime? Tricky
question though, it is answerable. These small children don’t know what half of
the things mean. They sell products that they are told to sell. They take the
wrong path and end up either in jail or a correctional center. That is their
life and it will remain so until unless we help them. And giving something
materialistic is not going to do the job.
What my point is that there are many
children who need a helping touch. But more than that, hey need to know that it
was not only a touch but a hand that is holding on to them forever, and that
hand will never let go of you. More than money we need compassion, we need to
find ways to feed the hungry and to help them understand that if they have
dreams and they want to achieve them, they have to work hard for them. No one
is going to give them a golden platter in this ruthless and cunning world. We
are the masters of our own soul and the helper of one selves.
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