Thrown away Freedom..?

      It screwed up my Sunday noon. It woke me up to write this post with a heavy heart. It brought me up a several thoughts with tears. It gave me a space to pose several questions, for which I know I would not get an answer. Why is this happening over still? Why is it only in our country? How could people be so hardhearted devoid of no emotions in them? How could we get rid of these completely in our nation? Where is the solution?

     It was past 1.00 o'clock after my heavy lunch over the Sunday noon. Thanks to my mom for that delicious filling lunch! With a deep breadth, I relaxed and sat on my couch. Tried to shuffle over the channels in my television. To my attention, I was stopped at a channel were the title of a film was scrolling over. It was a short film, which started in a usual way of portraying a village with a small girl may be of age 10 or 11 shedding tears on her departed father (I wonder why most of the films over our industry begin with an emotional scene with tragedy!) The people around the location consoled the mom and child, where when the head of the family departs, it naturally becomes the responsibility of the mom to support and run over the family. With a heavy heart the small girl had to stop her studies and assist her mom in the household activities. The hunger for wealth and education prevailed in the girl’s mind. Days passed, and it was on one fine day, the girl had to come over to the city and continue her household works by residing in a well posh house. This happened by one of the well wishers of the child's family. Naturally the mother wished to send her daughter to the city thinking of her good fortune and having a thought in mind that the child would get an opportunity to explore new things. The mother was in deep relief with thoughts that her girl will regain her lost education very soon. Unfortunately things did not fall in right place. As expected, unexpected things happened over very few days. In due course, the girl was been ill-treated for no reason, she was been pushed up to take heavy toil apart from her usual works, a good meal was just an imagination for the poor girl daily, the poverty of her family played its game, the education was still a dream for the pity girl to start, she could only virtually see the books and pens and what not to quote here. All these were the daily routines that the pathetic girl faced in the metropolitan city. The best part was that the members in the family can enact with a good flavor with the child in front of the guests and visitors. One can be false to others, but with a mirror (conciseness), yes they can be and there are people with this capability. They have the gut feeling as what penalty they should pay for. However the time to repay to the child was not too far for them. An internal sense of righteousness was on its way for them. Who can stop destiny, it has its time to go on. Days passed and the girl's patience was being knocked and tested. Without any delay and lots of confusion in mind, the pitiful girl went straight back to her hometown and narrated her ruefulness experience. The whole journey shook the villagers with peak anger in themselves. With a deep shock and grievance, the brave mother lodged a complaint as per the section laws. The whole family was dumbstruck and lost themselves in custody under police force. It was time for them to taste the girl's experience. 

    It is often said that "words are the powerful way to communicate", however at certain times expressions and gestures tells us the whole flavor than excellent phrases. They are rarely gone unsaid. Some things are best understood by portraying it visually and I was privileged to see the story as an embarrassed citizen. Wondering as why people did not develop yet as our nation is growing? Has the human heart so strong with just money bringing them the utmost happiness? Won't the love and affection, or the little girl's smile bring them joy and gladness in these people? How long the hunger for wealth and education stay? After the crisis, things either get better or worse. So are the poverty's crisis positive or negative? Yes, I don't have an answer, neither the noble prize winner Einstein as brought up a solution for this.

    Upon all the above words I took and narrated, I am happy to proudly narrate about some NGO organizations which are taking care of these children who suffer from poverty and education. They provide a platform for a better learning, a podium to brighten their tomorrow, a stage to give them their best by transforming their dreams to reality and indeed a most adoptable environment to see the real happiness and Joy. Children who’s thirst for education is filled and nourished every day. Children who is left with the word orphan at their birth no longer see them isolated in these NGOs arms. A new beginning has brought up with these helping hands. I salute to those people for their incredible activities all the long way. Hats off to them. Their service is worth world wide. Let's be a part of this, support and help a child who is in needy. Being born poor is not their mistake.!

With celebrations of independence day just coming to an end, Let's keep hold of our freedom and raise our voice towards poverty and crisis. Let this post create an awareness among ourselves to enrich the thirst of education among these pitiful children. 

Disclaimer : The above mentioned story is just an imaginary. Any resemblance to the real person living or dead is purely coincidental.