Returning from a hectic day, commuting through the chaos of workaholic people I was very much making myself comfortable on the seat of the overcrowded BEST bus. As I was greedily munching on the chocolate my sight moved towards the lady who was sitting just next to me, steadily gazing without flickering eyes at the Dairy Milk Fruit & Nut. Decided to share some chocolate with her and when I offered, she abstained herself from taking it but then I comforted her by saying that you really can have one.
After a few minutes, she thanked me for the chocolate. This is my first Dairy Milk were her words. I was startled and baffled by her reply and questioned, “Are you serious that you had Dairy Milk for the first time?” She was asserting that this was the first time and whatever it was it was tasty and good. These were the words I could never forget. Then she described herself saying that what she worked as and how the entire family lived.

She introduced herself from Rajasthan who worked in an electric bulb holder manufacturing workshop. She said she worked for 8 hours and earned Rs. 180 for a day. Lost her husband, a son of 17 years, stays with her in laws. Felt really empathetic for the tribulations she might have suffered. Proudly stated, “I’m really happy because I earned Rs.200 by working for 10 hours”. That was the amount she actually spent on her family right from breakfast to dinner which sometimes ends on a Parle-G biscuit. Very merrily turning away all the sorrows which she has to deal everyday she finds herself happy about sending her child to college who was planning for his HSC. Striving herself to make herself available for the 200 bucks daily and feeding her family she had attained a great respect in my mind. Looking at her unhealthy condition her son sometimes forces her not to go to work and insists that he will start working but she discords to his opinion. She dreams her son to come out with flying colours and work in a good company.

I feel pity on the condition of the woman who strives so hard to earn an amount of money that is just the pocket money of most of the higher middle class children for a day. Why is this huge discrimination of money prevalent in India? Why is it not equally distributed among the different masses of the people? Why is progress just restricted to technology and not in literature? People becoming richer and richer and penury striking the poorer; we have heard and read about this a lot of times in many articles since ages. Is it the stringent government or the thought process that has become stagnant and rusted by which we are not able to meet the daily requirements of the masses?

This was one such example which I encountered, there might be many more who go homeless, jobless and end up on the wrong and evil side of life, some losing their lives. So gruesome is life that we don’t have a chance but to do something wrong because we are waiting for the change by the government. And people are really looking for a good government to be effective. Hope the present government helps in meeting the needs of the unvoiced and to be true efforts are necessary to be taken by the people and some good measures should be taken for cutting down the corruption rate when it comes to making money by illegal means. Poor people are even thinking positively and wanting to be educated so let us take an oath to bring change in the system because it is our country and we are the ones who can bring the change.

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