Sunday, April 15, 2012

Being Masterbated!

Saturday was hectic. Went to Hope of homes and met some people who live in the world we created for them. All ladies with small hair cut and plain donated gown. Some are sleeping under the trees and lobbies, some as looking to some one; some comes to you and asks you your name. But they never miss to say "thanks and bye bye see you again!" on your return. If any one want social service this is the real one. Weak hearted will surrender from it. How come a son can leave his old mother to a railway station who gave him a birth and made him grown to survive in this world for years? There were some old ladies who speak English better then me. This notifies that its not only lower but higher class too who are responsible for the creation of such old homes. This place is where its hard to breath comfortably.

Beside it there was another place where kids range form 5 days to 10 year lives and they do not even know about their biological parents. But yes, they have guardian and some good people from the outer world who stays with them or who comes to meet them every possible weekend and gives them chocolates and candies, food and clothes. That is the really joy when you give them little happiness and smile for their complicated painful lives. I noticed – a 6 year old was feeding rice to 4 year old with disabilities. Normally I will run after my kids for next 10 year to make sure that he gets his food. Not important that every one must go to such places but if you feel from their point of view, may be you will realize that at least some one should be always there for them. I was so angree on my self that we live in a society where you see and a new born thrown in a dustbin just like garbage. How a woman who gives him/her a birth after carrying form 9 months. Even animals never do that. But thanks to such orphanages and Ashrams where such kids are taken care and such old populations can live without humiliation and abuse.

Human –Please don’t create hell on earth at least for your beloved ones.

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