The beautiful begger in train

The greatest man of India, Mohan Das Karamchand Gandhi loved to travel in the general compartment of the train. He always said you see the real India when you travel in local compartment.

I feel what he said is so correct. You meet with the realities when you travel in local compartment. True, it is never comfortable. I do not know what was the condition in those days but now it is kind of imposible to get a place to sit even if you travle to the remotest part of India.

Recently I used this medium for about 3 to 5 hours. Yes, it was difficult to get a place a sit but I reached to the station well 1 hours early. I reserved a nice seat next to window by keeping my towel there. I was happy that now I will travel peacefully listining music in my mobile.

Everything was going as I planned. The rain was coming and going. Outside it was beautiful. I was surrounded by other travellers and their luggage. I was happy and overjoyed to get a seat.

God, they say plans things differently. Most of the time it does not go as we plan. It can be better or worse, but rarely perfect. I saw a kid of age less that 10 boarded with some unique musical instrument in her hand. That scean was one of the cutest girl I have ever seen my my life. I wish if I ever have a baby daughter I would love to have her as beautiful as her. But the unfortunate part was, that kid was a begger. And the cutest and most beautiful begger I have seen. I never give a penny to beggers. But when I saw her I felt like can't I adopt this girl? I was thinking about her and she came to me and asked for some penny. And what I did I could not beleive I gave her Rs5. I do not remember when I gave some money to begger last time. I do not support begging.

She went away, I still think about her. I still think why can't I adopt her? Why I can not take that bold step of adopting a begger? Or is it a bold step?

After thinking about her for many days, I remembered about some beggers in Bangalore near one of the best mall in India, rushing to everyone who comes to the mall, they were also cute and beautiful. why can't some of us take a few steps and adopt them. Why? We go to malls and spend money like dust. we wear the clothes of best brands. Then why can't we adopt some kids, these some cute and beautiful kids. I do not know whether I will ever get the answer to my question. And if I do not, why?

The Rain

Recently I visited to my native place, a small village in the state of Orissa. I was going to my mother land after a long time. I was happy like anything thinking that I will be able to meet people I have loved so much.

To say something about my village - In my village almost eighty percent of population depends on agriculture. Most of them depend on the monsoon rain for their livelihood.

When I met my villagers the usual beautiful smile from them was missing. I could not figure it out why is it so? When I asked them I came to know the rain has not come as expected making them tensed. Then I felt what is going on their mind.

Few days before going to my native place it started rain in my work place. I felt why it rains whenever I start from home to office or office to home. I asked then why it rains on weekends spoiling all the fun of weekend. I asked God how my clothes will dry to wear when I get drenched every time I go somewhere?

But from the time I realized why the lovely smile of my villagers is missing, I said to myself "What was I asking to God". Now I feel I can do anything to see that smile on my villagers face forget my villagers any farmer's face. I am ready to get drenched 10 times a day. I am ready to wear that wet clothes as many times as possible. I am ready to get drenched everyday ten times in a day.

A trip to my village has changed my view from "Why rain God?" to "Why no Rain God?"