On Thursday aka the 19th of November, 2009 while returning home from a tiring day at school I came face-to-face with a sad and devastating sight. The sight was sad, terrifying and plain upsetting.
Before I reveal to you what the sight was, let me tell you how my daily routine is between the time my school gets over and the time I reach home.
After the school bell rings at 2:10 p.m., I hurry up the stairs and into the classroom of my best friend Asma. From there we come down to the first floor where we are joined by a common friend Faria. The three of us head down and after a zillion goodbyes, we part our ways.
On the way home I cross the stinky nala, the crowded "auto-stand" and finally make my way to the open street where I have to cross the road. It takes me a really long while to actually to finally cross the road due to the overwhelming traffic, so, I'm usually in a terrible, "don't-bug-me" mood by the time I do cross.
After crossing the road I take a left turn and head down the street to the last apartment in the lane. One the way I encounter two stinky G.H.M.C. trash bins, a few well-fed cows and a few bickering dogs. The dogs are usually bickering near the first set of trash bins and I always try to avoid them and hurry home.
But on that day, I encountered something different, something that made me stop and think. I glanced sideways at the trash bin and saw a poor old, messed up begger. Beggers aren't an unusual sight in Hyderabad, but what I saw this poor begger do was shocking. He had digged out a frooti can (if you can call it that :]) and was trying to sip out the remnants from it. This sight devastated me.
After that the poor chap digged at the other trash bin in the same set looking for something to eat. After a long pause I continued home, my heart heavy.
What I had seen had shocked me out of my wits. I always knew poverty existed in the world, but I didn't know the extent of it. I didn't know that people had struggle so much to get a sip of wasted frooti.
I knew this wasn't anything, compared to the poverty faced by countries like Ethopia, Ghana, and any other African countries (excluding South Africa and Egypt, perhaps).
With this post I would like to make the pledge that I will do my best to help others. I will never waste my food or drinks. I will try my best and do all that is my control to help the poor and needy. I will get more involved in the world affairs, by which I mean the real world and not just what I call my world.
I hope all of you will take this pledge too and promise to bring about some change in the world.
Till next week,
Sayonara and goodbye,