I’m bad.

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I’m bad.
Maybe I was born this way. Maybe my parents failed to teach me moral behaviour. Maybe they did but I was reluctant to learn.
I’m bad because I think of myself. I think of the way I’ll dress up today, what hairstyle I’ll wear, which bracelet will match my clothes, food that I’ll eat and food that I’ll avoid, friends I will hang around with, movies that I will watch, the cosmetics that I’ll use to help my skin glow and how I’ll look beautiful.

I’m selfish.
I do not care of my millions of brothers who die every day due to the stormy weather because they don’t have warm clothes to shield themselves. I do not care of crore others who spend their eternity in every corner of every street in hope of getting a handful of rice, to whom a handful of rice is equal to the food of a five star restaurant. I do not care of  thousands of other  anaemic girls who haven’t shampooed their hair or scrubbed their bodies since months. Movies? They might not have the slightest idea of what it is. I do not care of hundreds of other poor old men, around whom a clan of mosquitoes linger every time everywhere. I ignore the dreams of lacks of others which are similar to mine and I turn a blind eye to the fact that they are also humans. Heavens above! I do not even ask if my parents have  had their meal tonight, if they are happy, if anything is bothering them. I’m a callous wimp. I don’t think of nothing but myself.
When a man lands into a murky puddle, I hoot with laughter. I pick apart my food and if it’s spicy, I cast it away. I walk away from people and things that give out offensive stench. If my flipcover fetches a scratch, I replace it quickly. If I get pimples on my face, I panic and visit the dermatologist. I’m bad because I couldn’t care less.
But wait! I’m not the onliest. You too, are identical to me. You behave the way I do. We are drops of the same pond, crops of the same field.  So you are also bad and selfish and careless. Aren’t  you?

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My wake up call.

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Nothing can give me the delight that coffee can! The joy of sipping a cup brimming with coffee early morning during monsoon. Aha! When I was reading my favourite book and savouring my coffee with the rains as my immediate companion, my phone buzzed. “Damn! Another email!“, I cursed under my breath. When I checked my cell phone, a text message smiled at me mockingly . I wondered who would want to disturb me at this time. None of my friends rose early. When I read the message, the source was of little importance. A couple of sentences so gloomy, it made my heart sore and moved me to tears. Considering it my responsibility to spread awareness, I passed it on to all my contacts.

The message read,
There lived a poor family consisting of five inhabitants, mother, father and three children. Father was ailing and this malady one-day resulted in his death. The breadwinner died and along with it died the sole source of income murdering their bread. Where would they go now? Neighbours minimised their agony by sending food to them for three days. After that came the days to starve. However, for some days, mother fetched for food and nourished their children. The question always pondered,”until when?” Ultimately, hunger plagued them and the 8 year old kid became bedridden. One fine day,the little girl barely five years old, asked her pale mother, ” Maa, when will poor brother die?”  These words left mother aghast. She was taken aback. She queried, “why are you asking this?” Innocently, the girl replied, “don’t you know, brother’s death will bring food in our house, the way father’s death did. Remember?”
The bottom line said, “Help the poor

I couldn’t hold back myself from crying. First, I cried contentedly. Second, I passed on the message to as many people as I can waking them up. And third, my coffee went cold. I’m still gripped with and dipped into skepticism. So many questions throw themselves on me at once. Why? Why do people suffer? Because they have to? Do they deserve that? Pshaw! No! Because they are compelled to. Place your self in the miseries of those who come to you with hope that today they will get a sound sleep without having to worry about the food that their stomach demands.

Food is one of our basic necessities and if there’s no food, will it be a life worth living? Ambitions and passions stands miles apart when compared to hunger. Is it their fault for being born this way? Or is it our fault for not helping them? It’s not that that we have to part with thousands of our money. Instead of discarding away the food that can no longer satiate us, we can pack the remains and give it to someone in need on our way back home. Instead of casting away old and worn out clothes, we can clothe the one who is trembling in windy winter nights. Tipping the hotel staff doesn’t bother us but giving the same amount to someone in need makes us think twice. Have we lost our minds? Or have we lost our humanity? Think about it! I am one of those who is nonchalant about it but I have resolved to act wisely.
“Help the poor”
Let us all be happy.
Let’s make this place a better place to live in.