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The Buddha moment July 25, 2009

Posted by madhavi mullagiri in Uncategorized.

I was tired, and headed to a coffee day for a cold coffee, on Brigade road, Bangalore.

On the pavement I saw a small child, perhaps aged 1.5-2 wrapped cozily and patted by her mother amidst the very buzy saturday evening crowd on the street. Her mother was looking destitute and I wonder if they both even ate something. It was already 9:15 pm.

As I was sipping my coffee, I saw two families with their children, perhaps aged between 3-6 savouring a paani puri on the same road a 20 ft away. A boy, rougly belonging to the same age group walked up to them, careful to beg the ladies (mothers of the children), while they ignored him totally and continued to eat and feed their children. He tried his luck with the vendor, and decided to move on when none of them sowed any consideration. I wonder if the children eating the paani puri were old enough to understand how that boy in their own age group was facing the world, already!

The question that still haunts me is ‘who is unfortunate’

a) These two poor chidren?

b) The parents of those children?

c) Us (the rest of the society)

d) The time?

that see(s) them through this?

The world seems to be full of pain and all that glitter and jazz, are they just a farce? a hog wash? while the world is truly suffering?



1. idhubariolu - July 26, 2009

Hmmm, a very compelling post. Had to comment. Sorry if this is a little harsh but most such kids seem to be part of an organised racket and are in the “business” for money, with their “parents”. In the bargain, genuine cases will get left out, ignored, misuderstood. But take nothing away from the boy in the piece above, he IS facing the world allright. Perhaps in full knowledge that he could do better than this.

madhavi mullagiri - July 26, 2009

I too think many times like this. I saw a child, who beg after performing those hoop tricks when traffic stops, on a rainy morning drenched and shivering and crying out of the chill that was getting to her. By the time I stepped out to a bakery to buy some warm bun, she was off to the parallel street, sitting in front of a shop and still crying. When I spoke to the shopkeeper to help out with some clothes if they had, they obliged, and told me they know this kid, and she provides them the much needed small currency in exhange for larger currency, and that she earns 30,000 rupees a month, and that she was crying out of fear that her mother would beat her up that day if she did not get to her routine work … 30,000 a month is more than what an graduate would earn on an average … But see, this kid will grow too fast and contribute to the illiterate population … Bad for her, bad for the nation

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