My Shadow Miles Ahead.......

                                      Watch this place for a story about Me and He.

Poverty means

                                  

Poverty has many meanings on same path.

I was in a town surrounded by few hundreds of villages. Early evening I took a trip to my friend’s work place, as a doctor he is giving his services to a well developed hospital in the town. His busy work schedule put me in the hospitals waiting lounge for more than reasonable time. I was not bored, but surprised seeing sympathy between strangers. Spoke to some, absorbed many. Hospital is next to a highway, and its main entry to the town. Walked out from the lounge for fresh air, and moved towards canteen.

A couple got down from a bus on the highway walking towards hospital, man holding a kid.  I saw my friend in the lounge, immediately I went and met him, was discussing. But, my eyes are on overall the place. Seen the couple near reception, the reception supervisor came to my friend and told about the couple.  From distance, I can see my friend treating the kid.  Not took much time to start our discussion.

Getting dark, I took leave from my friend, walk backed towards highways. I got to see the same couple with a kid sitting in the bus stop. Thought to go and speak to them, no idea what to speak, but still I went near them and spoke.* 

Dinner is ready, not in a mood to eat. Even my bed is resisting in giving a good sleep to me. All the things in the house look abnormal. Many questions arose in me. Went for a walk, walked for couple of hours in the middle of the night, reached the place where I met the couple. The entire conversation with the couple is reeling in me. My tears wet the road.

Poverty speaks in many ways, and punishes in various ways. 

*The couple got their kid to hospital in a serious condition. They are from a small village, couple of hours from the town. I went to bus stop and met them and asked what the reason for their visit to the hospital. The kid is 5yrs old and attacked by poisonous fever. And they were too late to bring him for treatment. The father disclosed the death of the kid, with ignoring attitude towards me, I was sympathy on them and surprised with their behavior.

I absorbed the Kid mother, was quite and holding her mouth tightly with a piece of fabric. And the father was silent without showing any sad expression on his face. Still I don’t want to give up, trying to make them speak.

Kid’s father and mother controlling their emotions and tears by holding their son’s dead body.  Father explained; they have just enough money where they can reach to their village by bus. If the bus ticket collector know that we are carrying a dead body, he will not allow us inside, is the reason we are stocking our emotions and tears.  An eye opening experience, I really don’t know how i should react.

Poverty rules on your hunger & needs, also realized it rules on your emotions, indeed. 

An old say ‘richer get richer and poorer get poorer’, now ‘richer get richer and poorer becoming invisible’. 

I ask, Are rich pillars on poor fingers?

Me Monk and Women

A monk asked me when we were together in a meditation town’ how god looks like? I asked back’ whose god? Monk surprised’ how many gods are there? I said’ every individual have their own god? Monk, what? How you explain this? I said it is a simple truth’ every mother is the only god for her child. Monk was not happy with the answer’ that means every mother is a god? I said, yes every mother is an only god for her own child. Meditation time, monk told, will continue the discussion before we go for dinner, I said no, after dinner would be nice. Otherwise in discussion, the dinner will postpone for next day, and monk is capable of it.    

I dint see monk for dinner, I finished mine, waiting for monk near my cottage. Monk is back, started from where we had stopped; and why mother is an only god for her own child? Oh god. I said, because she is the one who given the life to her child, and caring her child for life time. And I’m sleepy. Monk was not happy with answer, but monk not ready to disclose the right answer. Monk finally said good night, and was walking back to the other section cottages.

Courtesy sake, I asked may I come along with you till your cottage, and it is dark to walk back alone. Immediately monk said sure, so walking back, I asked, why you dint come for dinner.  Monk said, went to a friend’s house to help her. What happened? Her child is 1yr old, and mother is not in a position to take care of the child for some personal health issues. So what services you given to the child? Monk said, almost everything a mother has to do……!*

I went back to my cottage, and not slept. Reeling in me, the whole conversations had with Monk, immediately next morning I was ready with an answer, went to see monk. I said, I am wrong, I was blinded. What happened, Monk asked me. Regarding the yesterdays discussion I was completely wrong. Ok, than what is right? THE GOD EXIST IN THE FORM OF WOMEN’ AND NOT JUST A MOTHER, and THE WOMEN IS THE MOST RESPECTABLE PERSON IN THE WORLD, than anyone. Smile in monks face, happy.

*The Monk is a women, went to her friends place given services to the child, and only women can give those services in place of mother. So the greatness is not only in mother, and it is in a WOMEN. I am completely right that “SUN, MOON and WOMEN”.     

In Greek language monk term is used for women also, and in English use as nun.

"On The Other Side Of The Wall"

It was 26th January, i was thinking since last few days to capture images of celebrations. I was out on the streets by 6am to capture images along with my friend. Happened to see school children, Political leader, Auto guys & Police officials etc, they all were busy in preparing for celebrations.

Also Discovered the unfortunate truth "On The Other Side Of The Wall".

"On The Other Side Of The Wall", happened to see many children, but not school children this time, they were street vendors selling related stuff for the celebrations, specially appointed by their parents. The truth is after talking to them, none of them showing any interest of what they are doing, they were only watching "On The Other Side of The Wall" and they were curious to know what is happening and how to get there.?. They want to be students and not vendors, they were seeing at their age group school children and they are just Seeing....Seeing.!

A girl, standing near school wall and watching at the school children who are 'on the other side of the wall'. I asked that girl.? why you are standing here.? because ,I am curious and i want to see what is going to happen there (inside the school). Answer is clear.!

We all know and read about such incidents, but i experienced this personally by meeting them. And some point the folds should get unfold.
 

     "NONE OF THE CHILDREN'S WISH TO SEE THIS WORLD, ITS ONLY PARENTS DESIRE"
 
A smile in every children's face will bring down the wall :)     Click here to view the images