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I debated a lot on whether or not this post should be featured on my blog.
Scenario 1: Attending private school with a fully packed lunch box and a classroom full of cheerful people.
Scenario 2: Attending school along with other seniors and juniors in a small dingy room or under a tree with free lunch.
Scenario 3: Attending training camps to learn how to fire a machine gun along with the other kids.
There was a poem by Milton when I was in school. I dont remember the exact words, all it said was that there is a lot of suffering in this world and we must not worry about it and start felling miserable. Atleast thats what my teacher told me while she made us read it. Anyways, I belong to the first scenario. I have not had any problem to get hold of something I wanted throughout my academics. A good library, access to internet and teachers whom I can question have always been a part of any phase of my student life. I have been a “privileged” all the time.
The third scenario is something that everyone is familiar with. Brutal truth that has the ability to disturb the cool of anyone’s mind. well, not anyone, but those who care. Greed of people moivates them to plumet to such animalistic levels. And there is no strong voice that fights for these people. The only voices I have heard is when someone wanted a death sentence to be waved off a terrorist. The world defines hipocracy better than wikipedia!
Anyways, in my college a group of students are collectiing a book, pencil and eraser from all of us to donate it to an orphanage. I liked it. Its a start and I hope they go all the way. There is an orphanage right opposite to my college. Went there once, but I did not know what to talk. Its filled with more happiness than I had expected. But then, we never know what sorrows lie behind those innocent smile. Mom and dad go there on their anniversaries. They give fruits and make other contributions every year. A lot of people from my college have visited the place and done something from their side. Be it sharing food or bringing a smile on those children’s face. I hope one day there will be no kid who would face the last two scenarios. I hope one day all kids would be privileged.
All those who read this, do something from yourside. If you ask what difference can I make? then read on
So, dont worry about the millions, just think about the one you help