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Leaf 3..........Penny wise, Pound Foolish

It was Tuesday Afternoon. Rain gods failed to show any mercy and it was very sunny. I had to reach Andheri for the scheduled meeting. Andheri - kurla Road was not only known for the plush, crystal looking, sophisticated offices but also popular for traffic. And If you happen to stuck in the time of evening, god save you. You be prepared to carry Book, Ipod, Newspapers, importantly Eatables and water. Let me take you to my tale.

I was travelling in an Auto rickshaw and It came to an halt. Thanks to the Mumbai traffic. Normally I loathe the traffic, vehicles,Pollution, road status of our city and disorderliness. But That day was different. I salute. I was enlightened. In the midst of many vehicles that had come to an halt,  I could see many beggars coming to the passengers in the rickshaw and asking for money. Small children with their hair dishevelled and torn clothes, running here and there to get some money. My turn had come. I drew out a 20 rupees note and gave to that little girl who would be my little cousin's age. She should be playing games in playstation, watching cartoon network channel, checking out different virtual games in computer, or busy nagging their siblings rather than exposing herself in this Mumbai's sizzling hot and humid weather. I was deeply moved as I saw her left hand twisted to the other end.

In today's date, How many of us forget to keep tips in high class restaurants? not to forget mid and small size restaurants too. We never give a second thought at that time. All of us go to shopping malls. We dont hesitate to purchase the bag in the counter for extra charge even though we could have nicely carried cloth bag from home. Wastage plus environmental hazards. Then what these physically disabled children have done. What is their fault? Why we think so much to help the needy? They are disabled but who are we?
Dis - Abled?? My question is where are we heading to.With the inflation surging and prices making an adrenaline rush, what these 1 Re and 2 Rs. would fetch one? I know what you people think. Yeah I agree, handing over Rs. 20 would not build an bunglow as well. But I am trying to make an a point here by saying. Increase the penny that we are lending, Get food for the people who cannot do the basic work on their own.

The day when we start taking initiative to help the poor and needy would reduce the differences between have and have nots.

Rightly said...Rich are getting richer, Poor are getting poorer.

Road was clear. So was my mind. And there I proceeded to my destination.

Guys.....Wake up!!  

Think and Please Act.
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  1. KParthasarathiJune 22, 2012 at 3:29 PM

    That was generous of you.Coins are out of vogue even for alms.There is a school of thought that institutional charity is preferable to individual charity though no final word can be said on this.Poverty is very much there and and as a country we have not made much headway in curbing it.

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    1. Creative SpaceJune 22, 2012 at 8:30 PM

      Exactly......People talk about philanthropy ....But are we acting on it.....Poverty is a never ending factor and it is evolving because required steps are not being taken ....

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    2. Creative SpaceJune 22, 2012 at 9:12 PM

      Thanks KP thatha....:))

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  2. logicJune 23, 2012 at 1:12 AM

    Nice thoughtful post...if yo have time to drop by check Dividing Lines in my page depicting something similar to this.

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    1. Creative SpaceJune 23, 2012 at 9:15 PM

      Thanks dear...i would definitely check it......

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  3. logicJune 23, 2012 at 2:21 AM

    Hey check this out http://lateralplane.blogspot.com/2012/06/beyond-explanations-1.html

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  4. Privy TriflesJune 24, 2012 at 6:47 PM

    Heart touching....loved your spirit and gesture both :))

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    1. Creative SpaceJune 28, 2012 at 9:24 PM

      thanks dear....Hope we bring some change in one's life....

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