Dying a little death every day

All of us often discusses the big issues including Climate change, Terrorism, Religious polarization, Caste politics, Nepotism, Corruption etc;

Now, Just for a MINUTE, think of a time where all above-aforementioned issues get resolved or our world doesn’t have to worry about climate change or terrorism or corrupt politicians.

Do you really think we are going to leave a better future for our child?

My answer is probably NO,  we are still not going to have a safe and sound future for our generation.

We as a 21st Century generation enjoying the greatest comforts of life (something only God used to enjoy it – telepathy, flying, seeing the world in your palms) I mean technology has given us greatest comforts in the known history of mankind but can we claim we are the happiest generation? The answer is still probably NO.

Few lines to illustrate our conscience of the current world we live in

Sometimes when I talk to myself, away from all the chaos surrounding me,
I visit my conscience to see if it is still breathing,
But among all the comforts, I feel, it is dying a little every day.

When I pay for a meal in a fancy restaurant,
I suddenly realize an amount which is perhaps the monthly income of the guard who holds the door open
Soon I shrug away that thought in my hectic life
but it kills me a little seeing the disparity.

Fast-food Restaurants as Planet's Largest Youth Population Boost Demand
Courtesy: Getty Images

Sometimes When I visit the market to buy vegetables from the vendor
And his son weighs the potatoes
A small child, who should be studying at school ( I think for a minute feeling bad)
But Soon I look the other way as if nothing is wrong.

childlabour2
Courtesy: Uday Aditya Kashyap

When I am decked up in designer clothes, An attire that cost a fortune
And I see child and women at the crossing in tatters,
trying unsuccessfully to save their dignity,
I immediately roll up my window but deep down, It kills me a little.

child

When I go to the shopping mall to buy expensive gifts for my children
On return, I see half clad children with an empty stomach and hungry eyes
selling flowers at the signal,
I try to salve my conscience by buying some, yet deep down It kills me a little.

hungry eyes
Courtesy: Shital

When my sick maid sends her daughter to work making her bunk school
I know I should tell her to go back But I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes
And I tell myself that is just for a couple of days but deep down It kills me a little.

child_labour
Maid in India – Abhishek Garg

In today’s time, when I still keep seeing cases of dowry, physical abuse of women in society by educated people,
One questions, are we illiterate educated modern human beings? or just an illusion of goodness,
Daily echo of such sentiments makes me cringe to my core

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