REFLECTIONS

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It has been a while that I scribbled a little to please the potential writer in me....Well for people who know me or think they know me I can envisage the response....
WHAT?..Anin a WRITER...(eyes ogle out...!!!)...phew!!!!
Hey guys!!!! I am not a writer.....However certain events occur in your life which you think you should share and who better than all of you out there…

Today was such a day which I will always bear in mind!

I and one of my colleagues had moved to a new location@ office. We had a meeting today and we had to by any means (on the orders of PK) assemble together in the old office although I don't understand why when our office has all the modern facilities to have a conference call...
I (grumbling!) and Deepali somehow managed to reach our old location where the rest of the team was located. However guess what? The meeting had to be cancelled due to certain technical reasons better left unexplained...
Hence, both of us were left with no other alternative but to return back to office. As the time was almost 5 p.m (me hungry as ever) we decided to buy some eatables for the trip back (which is 5 mins by cab)...
The cab guy dropped us near the traffic point and we had to walk for some three mins from there to reach office.
We paid the guy and got down from the auto to be suddenly surrounded by beggars who were actually small kids.
They wanted to have the eatables which we were carrying with us. We fought hard but in the battle of persuasion they turned out to be the winners and we were left with nothing but empty hands. Deepali went to an extent of standing in the center of the busy highway and yell at them.
Anyways crestfallen by this time (I was really hungry) , we both managed to reach back office.
The incident at that moment was nothing compared to our anger on those kids but somehow when I think back about it now,I feel an immense sense of melancholy teeming inside me....
Those kids would have been just about 4 to 5 years old. 4 or 5 years for a child born into a well to do family is the age when you are trained to recite nursery rhymes like “Twinkle Twinkle little star” and “Humpty Dumpty”.Should not these kids also be in schools at that time or maybe playing with friends? Should they not be sleeping at home in their cozy beds rather than lie down in the streets?
The answer to all these and many more such questions lies with each one of us. We all have certain duties and responsibilities not only for our near and dear ones but for the society as well. We should return back what we have gained from this society. Friends this is just not an experience which needs to be read and forgotten. I would like to sign off with a quote which I remember reading somewhere...

“It's easy to make a buck. It's a lot tougher to make a difference.”-- Tom Brokaw

LETS MAKE THE DIFFERENCE

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