………..I WISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

………I'm no longer a kid;
But I still dream if I had wings;
So, that I could reach the horizons,
And be, what I want to;
Where there is nobody;
who expects of me
Of what I am.

………………still wish I had the magical power,
So, that I never let go anything I missed,
Be it mockery to myself
Or hatred for others
Or love for a few.

……………Sometimes I wish I were dead,
So that there was none,
Of what I made them feel
the pain,
As I always did;
Or the ones who’s heart smoke
seeing me,
as I'm.
And 'm away from their derision.
so that everything goes right.

………………I wish there was someone,
The one who would take me in arms;
An angel who would come to me,
And say its there for me,
To guide me in;
What so ever I do,
All through my life,
Surely if I win,
Or even if I fail;
To come up to the expectations,
Who could see inside ,
And tell, what I feel ,
And thyself feel the way I feel.

……..I wish there was a real god;
Who could rescue me;
From the evils of the world;
And also prevent me from doing the same;
………………..As they say he always does.

Child Labour @ MMMEC

We all know about the problem of child exploitation but how many of us really do something to address the problem at our levels. We all obliviously aggravate the problems of the oppressed since we are so used to committing these heinous acts. Such is an incident I am going to share.
I am an Engineering student at a college situated at Gorakhpur, a small town in eastern Uttar Pradesh. The hostel where I stay is a big one accommodating about 300 students. There are two running messes in the hostel which cater to the needs of these many people. Since all students cannot be served food at a time in the mess, the food is served in Tiffin’s at their respective rooms. This is also acceptable to all of the students as they do not have to go to the mess for having food within the specified meal timings. To provide this hectic service the mess employs young children (cheap source of labor paid Rs.300 to Rs. 400 a month), who are entrusted for dispensing-collecting and cleaning the Tiffin’s. Almost all the messes follow the same format either within the hostels or outside.
These children very often have to bear the grunt of the hungry and howling students if there is a delay in delivery or the complaints if the food is cooked improperly or if the specific demand of a specific person is not entertained. Students also use the services of these children if they need any article from the market, which are often either cigarettes or fetching water from the tap. There is just one cold water tap in the hostel for all. So, often there are queues for filling water, which therefore turns out to be time-wasting and mundane task.
It was a hot afternoon when I was having my lunch when I heard my room mate scolding a child who had refused to fetch water for him in a straight forward tone. So, the punishment he received was a slap on his back and was send to my room to sit until the mess Walla comes to ask for him. The child busted into sobs in front of me. He was such a small child, who looked all withered and wilted by harsh injustices caused to him. He told me that he did not fetch water for him because whenever he did so was beaten by the mess Walla as it caused delay in delivery of the Tiffin’s. He also showed me the marks on his half-clad body shrouded with rugs. And now your room-mate is beating me because I do not do what he asks for. I felt abysmally bad and my heart shrieking out at the sight of that tender and fragile child weeping who hears nothing but scolding throughout the day. Not a word of love or sympathy ever known to this young child far-flung from his family and home. I thought that he too is a small child after all. I assured the child not to cry and also to talk to his master regarding the matter and also gave him an old shirt of mine. Then some-how he stopped crying and went back again to his work.
This is just one of the many cases we seldom care to give a heed to. How cruel we’ve become with our prejudices embedded so deep into our minds that can we keep going on oblivion of such cruel practices happening around us all the time? If we do not have the desire, time or power to address to these problems at most we can avoid not aggravating the miseries of these children by being polite and alleviating their work over-load. Who knows just this trifle effort from our side could herald the weeding out of this menace from our society.

An Encounter

I got up stricken from my bed; hopefully I was up from a horrifying dream. It was eight and the sun was already over the horizon so, hurriedly I strode to the kitchen, reckoning the dream I saw. On the way to kitchen through the sitting room, I saw an elderly personality sitting on the couch comfortably and reading the newspaper. He had a kind of charisma, an aggression I had never seen before but then too appeared to be someone whom I knew but never had rendezvous with. I tried to press hard on mind to recall who he was, but then his grave voice broke and gave an end to my thought process.

Addressing me as son, he greeted me morning and told me to sit beside him. I sat there quietly as if hypnotized by him. He said “son you look confused and never make hasty decisions in your life.” I really got annoyed hearing the same words my Dad said before I went to bed but then too kept calm. Ok he continued “I know there are many wars which are being fought in your tender, still unmolded brain. There are many unanswered questions which you keep pondering upon. Don’t you ever think what are you here for, what is the task destiny has in reserve for you. Why is life almost monotonous except for a few countable days when things unfold to give you pleasure and open up new paths. Incidents which make your mind flicker mesmerize or engross your mind on something. What is important that you should be introspect of yourself and circumspect of your surroundings. You should know your haves and have not’s.” I was really not in a mood to confront with anybody and kept listening to the lecture even when I did not.

I felt his eyes had already scanned my brain and was just trying to bring to an end to the enigma that had stuck me. ‘Ok dear’, he continued forget what ever I said right now. “How was your day yesterday, how is your college going and all the stuff. It is widespread and known that college life is about fun and enjoyment. It was moreover politics dominated in my times. I even do not see a hairsplitting change in present scenario. There is violence too some times but all of this comes within the same baggage called life. Live every piece and bit of it.” These statements made me feel a bit better and put a brake to the grisly feelings which were coming on to my mind.

So it feels great that India is finally poised right on its way to become the Golden Bird again, he continued. You know son, “all this has been possible because of the investments done in it since the last 200 years or so. All in the form of either monetary investments for improvement in education since the British times or the change in ideologies brought about by various pioneers which we have just started to reap now. The most significant investment which is almost going in neglect was the blood flown by the freedom fighters who contributed in making India a free nation. The youth these days are all fascinated by the hefty salaries and have become selfish. None cares or thinks even to jump into the politics. This isn’t just service to community but is a daunting task and also the backbone of the economy of the country. Why is it so that all the leaders here in our country are old and sluggish? Look at the Americans which is also a big democracy as ours but all their premiers have been young, dynamic and aggressive. Take an example of the President of U.S George Bush who attacked Afghanistan and Iraq even when the whole world was against there action. And what if Iraq possessed the weapons of mass destruction as all had thought to be so. What is evident of them is the aggressiveness of there’s. This being the reason they have polarized the world for sop many decades be it technology or diplomacy. We showed the same when we drove away the British from our land but all seems to fade away gradually. The utmost requirement of the time is that more and more youth plunge into politics and the other fields as well. Huhhh…. I felt that this person himself is a pioneer or so and is disgusted with the way things have unfolded for him. I said to him “please sir excuse me for a moment so that I can get some tea for both of us.” I just got up and went to the kitchen to fetch tea. “Oh no! how can I be such a dumb not to recognize this man before, it was the legendary Subhash Chandra Bose”, I sais to myself. Immediately I ran out so see him but I could find nobody. Where could a person disappear in a moment? I knew I was out of a day dream or probably it was the side effect of watching too many movies lately and went on to get ready for my daily schedule.

A WALK THROUGH LIFE......

Walking on the path of love, trust and ambition,
Life also brings mistrust and suspicion,
Scanty of happiness and plenty of sorrow,
Can there be better tomorrow…………….

A ray of hope glitters at the end of the path,
Before, lies all the wrath.
What you run for is just a silhouette,
First, free your mind from all the doubts.

Ultimately the storms will pacify.
Until then, your miseries may intensify.
What seems to you may just be an apprehension,
Make sure you never lose your concentration.

Do not let your ambitions wobble two and fro,
Across the river you have to row.
Difficulties always seem to be colossal mountains,
For everything give your own denotation.

Shroud of smoke can make your vision blur,
But never let your sight flicker,
Deep into your heart should suffuse,
Every win or lose, satisfaction it should produce.

Your goal is still is at far sight,
Never, ever you have to respite,
Hard work now is the only recourse,
It will make the future is secure.

At every step the danger lurks,
Face them all, like brave Turks,
Never let the goals miss your sight,
Then only, the today will make the tomorrows bright!!!!!!!