Slice Of Life... Part-3

"My ambition in life is to become a Rickshaw driver", said Priya.

"Are you kidding me?", asked Shruti.

"No, his essay seriously read that", Priya answered.

Priya and Shruti were having a conversation over a coffee table, after Priya was done with her teaching job. Priya was a teacher in BMC school, where a lot of students used to come from a poor background. As a part of the syllabus, Priya made her students studying in second grade, write an essay about their goals and ambitions in life. Ravi, one of her students, wrote his ambition to be a rickshaw driver. Shocked by reading his essay, Priya decided to have a word with him over this. She called Ravi in teacher's room. 

"Ravi, did you write this essay on your own or somebody else helped you??", asked Priya.

"Yes Madam, I only wrote it", Ravi replied innocently.

Priya was totally confused.

"What your father's profession?", inquired Priya.

"He is a Rickshaw driver", replied Ravi with a pride. 

Priya thought for a while and smiled with herself and asked Ravi to leave. He left.

(Back to the coffee table)

"HE IS A RICKSHAW DRIVER explains it all", said Priya, trying to explain Shruti, in short. But Shruti couldn't get it. She asked for explanation. 

Priya went on," See, Ravi is a small kid studying in grade two. At this point of time, he don't see the world as we do. He is very innocent. He has not seen the world yet and for him, his father is his role model. Everyday he watches his father driving rickshaw and like every other child, he too wish to be like him."

"Don't you think it was your duty to correct him?", asked Shruti.

"What??" Priya asked in amaze. Shruti repeated her question.

"Correct him for what Shruti?? Correct him for the mistake he didn't do?? Shruti, tell me, is speaking your heart out in an essay is wrong?", asked Priya.

"No", replied Shruti.

"That's what I am saying Shruti. That small boy poured his heart in that essay. Actually he didn't want to become a rickshaw driver,he wished to act like his dad. His dad is his hero. Isn't it so sweet & cute?" Priya questioned. "This is the reason you are a good teacher, you explain so well", said Shruti, taking a sip from her cup.

"Shruti, we only teach them to speak truth, so why scold them if they speak it. And as Ravi will grow up, he will be strong enough to take his decisions and decide his ambitions. Am I correct??", asked Priya.

"Yes, even I once wrote my ambition to be a princess", she smiled.

"Oh my god, lets leave we are already late for show...", said Priya as the wall clock behind Shruti came to her sight. Shruti and Priya finished off their coffee and went for the movie show they already planned, paying the bill & leaving few bucks as a tip to the waiter. 

Everyday, every coffee table witnesses such conversations and debates. Some are sweet, while some are bitter. Everyone have their role models in life. Ravi's hero was his father. No profession is big or small. Every other profession adapted to support one's family is respectable. But, why aim low... was Shruti's question. Priya recognized the innocence in Ravi. Time is the game changer in every situation...Time changes caterpillar into butterfly... Don't make life complicated by thinking too much... Just...
"KISS YOUR LIFE BEFORE DEATH HUGS YOU......"

P.S.:- BMC- Brihan Mumbai Corporation.

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Slice Of Life... Part-2

When Raghu started walking away from Chandu Bhai, he called him from behind. Raghu turned back. "Come here", Chandu Bhai asked him to come near him. He returned back to him. Chandu Bhai asked him his name. "Raghu", he said. "What happened??", asked Raghu. Chandu Bhai smiled and said,"Nothing, I have never met a guy like you..". "Like me??", Raghu asked in amaze. "So brave, so sensible and emotionally neutral yet so adorable", said Chandu Bhai. Raghu smiled in silence. "Why did you save my life?", asked Chandu Bhai. "Just because I was not at all willing to see a murder in front of my eyes", replied Raghu. He walked a step closer to Chandu Bhai, dropped his sack and sat down.
"Why do you kill people?", Raghu asked.
"Huh...", Chandu Bhai responded as if he didn't hear the question.
Raghu repeated the question.
Chandu Bhai kept staring at Raghu. There was a pin drop silence. When Raghu tried to look into Chandu Bhai's eyes, he avoided eye contact.
"You can never justify your actions...", said Raghu.
Chandu Bhai went speechless over a 15 year old boy's comment. Raghu took his sack & walked away, but this time Chandu Bhai couldn't stop him.
Next day morning, the newspapers read the headline, "GANGSTER CHANDU BHAI KILLED IN A GANG WAR". Raghu was back to his routine life unknown from the fact. Everyone read the news and again got busy with there own life. In short, no one gives a damn.
Still... Our every action is answerable. Life will surely raise the question. Chandu bhai failed to answer, he lost life. See to it our actions are justified by us. Otherwise life will become meaningless and meaningless life is not worth living. Make a point to live. Spread smile. Make life beautiful...
"KISS YOUR LIFE BEFORE DEATH HUGS YOU......"

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Slice Of Life... Part-1

Raghu a 15 year old rag picker, walking on the lonely streets of Mumbai with his sack, entered a dumping ground. It was already 10 at night. While exploring the debris of garbage for finding his livelihood, he came across a man. He was lying aside on one of the huge heaps of garbage. In fact he was trying to hide and cover himself. While hiding he was looking out for someone. Hearing the footsteps he turned back. It was Raghu.  The man and Raghu kept staring at each other. After some time, the man asked in arrogance," What happened??". "Nothing", replied Raghu.
"Then why the hell are you staring at me??", said the man.
Raghu was still staring at him.
The man again asked him," Are you numb? Go get back to your work leave me alone."
Raghu did not move even an inch.
The man was fed up with him now. He asked," Aren't you afraid of me?"
Raghu replied," Afraid of what? Should I fear you because you are drunk and can harm me or just because you are Chandu Bhai?"
Yes, he was Chandu Bhai. Chandu Bhai, the most wanted underworld criminal, who was high and lying in the debris of garbage, hiding like a mouse yet was acting like a tiger in front of a 15 year old boy. Hearing Raghu's question, suddenly Chandu Bhai gained his senses and tried to get up and sit erect. He was shocked to see Raghu's reaction. Raghu was fearless.
Chandu Bhai tried again," Don't act too smart".
Raghu answered," Not at all, but you can't harm me and in fact why would you do so?"
Chandu Bhai was amazed with Raghu's behaviour. Raghu continued," I am a rag picker, I hardly earn few bucks, what will you get by killing me? I mean I have nothing to loose, then why would I fear you?"
Suddenly someone standing far in the debris asked Raghu, "Have you seen anyone here, with gun?".
He was a huge man wearing kilos of gold and was searching Chandu Bhai. Raghu smelled a rat. Without even thinking for a second, he lifted his hand and pointed in some random direction. The man continued his search in that direction. He left.
Chandu Bhai was electrified with the fact, that, today a 15 year old boy saved his life. "You are doing it for money, right??", saying this Chandu Bhai started removing one of his gold chains. "No no, not at all", said Raghu.
"What you think, by saving me you will prove yourself to me??", asked Chandu Bhai in anger.
"Why would I prove myself to you?", answered Raghu. Chandu Bhai was astonished with Raghu's behaviour. Raghu started walking, without even giving a damn.....

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