It was just another tiring day for me...I was coming back home from work, sitting in cab and observing people on the roads, buses and shops. Which all of us usually do, and the only thing I do because of the amount of traveling I do, a continuous 2 hours journey in the evening and one hour in the morning in the traffic with most of Bangalore's dust on me :(
In a shop, I see boy doing his home work, sitting on the table and his mom sitting on the chair and teaching him... This reminded me of how I used to study while I was a kid, how my parents took good care of me, and all of our parents did for us....
Then after passing that street when I came on to the high way, then I happened to see few street children with their pale and sunken faces at the traffic signal. And their looks are sad to see as they cross the road, not knowing how risky it would be on the highway. They stand there all alone with no shoes....no proper clothes, selling these beautiful roses in there hands, few of them had balloons....It’s a sad sight.
Few kids were just begging....not knowing the value they ought to have....Not knowing that they are the best hope for the future.
Their hearts must be crying each day if they know what they are missing else they won’t even know the feeling of being loved, feeling of being needed.
“He will regard the prayer of the destitute, and not despise their prayer. (Psalms 102:17)”
This reminded me of the Oscar awarded movie, "slumdog millionaire"...Wherein the children are trained and then made blind by pouring acid in their eyes. How heartless is this world. How innocent are these kids and do they deserve all this?
I was seeing different children of same age group in different situations on same day...and I was feeling weird all inside. I was feeling bad. I was feeling blessed!
Then...
Suddenly I hear the ambulance horn...blowing in the silence of my mind...and I said to myself...oh my Goodness!! Is it a child in there too?
....makes me think!!! Think!!
Do we have enough time to live our life as we want? Actually do we plan/lead it in the way it is supposed to be?
Do we realize the purpose of our lives on this earth in the stipulated time we have..? DO I? Do U? Do we?
I was carrying this question with me and asking myself again and again.....The nerves in my whole body are reacting to these thoughts which sprouted from the scenes I’v seen...
I don't know why but my mind went blank....as if I was heated up in the sun and frozen in the darkness.
When I shared these thoughts of mine with few of my friends, every one had the same reaction......Dorcas!! C’mon stop it now!! Don’t u think so much! Have you not got enough tensions? Why do you want to think about all this at this age? And that too at this point of life?
Ggrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
This added few more questions on my mind now......Does age need to do anything with this thought of mine? Shouldn't we react to this? Shouldn't we at least think?? !!
I'm just putting this thought of mine to remember the feeling I got and will get when I see such kids...so that I carry this feeling along till I achieve something may be enough for my mental peace and happiness....though I might not make a difference in their life but YES want to do something in bits and pieces for them...
Curiosity has its own reason for existing, I'm helpless but in awe when I contemplate the mysteries of their life’s, of our life’s, of THE Eternal life and of the Marvelous existence of reality. Its just enough if I merely try to comprehend a little of this mystery everyday and not to loose the Curiosity.
As of now I m just praying where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul for such homeless/helpless/aimless kids....By God's grace want to do something in my life.
I pray for the children.....
Who sleep with the dog on the streets...
Who want to be hugged...
Who want to feel wanted...
Who never get a dessert...
Who have no one to tell stories...
Who do not go to school…
Who have No blankets, No shoes...
Who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep…
Who live and move, but have no being….
Whose pictures aren't on any body's album…
Whose monsters are real and not dramatic…
Who watch their parents watch them die…
Oh Children...You are precious, were u ever told?
I do not want to conclude on this as I feel that a conclusion on this would only mean an I've got tired of thinking.....
