It was a Saturday evening, back home from office wandering on the balcony, glancing the west sky the vintage beauty of settling sun, the untiring provider of life to the universe…..
In one corner of the street three kids were playing over the gravel heap wearing only the upper dress keeping the bottom uncovered.…which typically resemble to the truth about any nations rich and poor population…..the dress code of those were true reflection of their helplessness and poverty….hopefully those are the kids of the laborer who are in the tent erected in front of that construction buildings around….
The female head of the tent was washing the vessels sitting on the road side…..
On the terrace opposite to my house Neha, Jeevan and his brother were playing….I could hear the ringing bell other end of the street….
The decibel starts increasing as the rays of a rising early morning sun…..
Ananthra who stays in the ground floor of the house comes out holding an unfolded 10 rupees note in her hands….The kwality Ice cream seller has reached by now, Ananthra was buying one….
There comes the three half covered ones the big one carrying the smallest in the group in his hip….came close to Ananthra and the kwaility vehicle…like Somalian pirates wanting for an ice cream…..it was not gun in their hands but could sense the begging mode they were in …..
Adithya the brother of Ananthra came out and chased her into the house (virtually pushed her)…..he bought three more may be for himself, Mom and Dad ….By this time Adithya’s father came out and tried to chase the three around…..if they were Somalian pirates only the blood will prevail this time….but tears were about to roll down…
Neha’s Grandma who reached to the terrace by this time, was looking down all these happenings so far…..and slowly but suddenly she rushed down and bought ice cream for the three Neha & company who were playing on the terrace….she had not stopped there but bought two more for the three gentle men(by now you remember them as Somalia pirates)…..this act of kindness and social responsibility is what worth mentioning here…..how much of joy, happiness and satisfaction that small act of kindness might have brought to that grandma…what might have made her to do the kind act which the other persons were not willing to do ….or comfortably denied…
During the Nobel Prize acceptance speech Her Holiness Mother Theresa said that God has not created poor and rich in this world…poor and rich exist because man started to hold more than what is his requirement…and he is not willing to give or share with others what is in excess …this tendency of the mankind has created poor and rich…..the existence of poor and rich is not the act of God but the making of men…
She goes on and says….poverty exist as different manifestations and magnitude in every home every neighborhood and every country….
Poverty for love, affection, honor and recognition ….and so on….
She urged the communities to heal those poverties exist inside home, the neighborhood and in countryside….This is possible only by giving the deserving needy the need…whether it may be money, love or so on….
The words of a great philosopher is as follows, “those who are capable of giving is rich and those who only gets and not give are the only poor ones”….
Are we rich enough or starving in poverty ….are we able to give to the needy with out holding stingy …Giving is a Joyful Experience….
Have you ever experienced the joy of giving …?
(All the names used are imaginative to protect the identity)
Arther.C
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