I hope to buy a balloon.....

The other day I was sitting in the open area in front of Pyramids, S.B. Road. It's a nice place to be in the evening with the brightly lit Pyramids Megastore in the front and the fountains besides spraying water on your face as the breeze carries them to you. It's a nice place to be after a hectic n frustrating day at work.

Everything seemed perfect when I saw this little girl, "Gudiya", that's what I would like to call her. She was a very pretty girl of age 11 or 12 with a bunch of balloons in her hands. She was walking over to each person sitting around and asking if they would like to purchase a balloon from her. Everyone she went to, said no to purchase a balloon. As I was expecting, she came to me too; the moment she stood in front of me, my face lit up with a warm smile. Noticing this she thrust a balloon in my hand. She was smiling at me too when I purchased that balloon from her. As she happily hopped away to other people I looked at her and wondered how much she must be making out of selling these handfull of balloons.

I was left pondering on the possibility that she could be the sole earning member of her family. How much would she earn after selling these balloons? Would that be sufficient enough to purchase a one time meal for her mother, father and herself? As these questions popped up in my mind I was thinking about the lavish life (as compared to her's) that I got to spend as a kid playing cricket with my buddies, buying spins at Sarasbaug or a wooden bat to play cricket. I wondered who would be making all those things available? Who would even make a simple doll available when she felt like having one?

As I watched her run away and visit the same people again n again hoping that they might buy a balloon this time, I thought about the different classes of people in our very own India. There is me who is earning roughly 20 odd thousand rupees per month supporting a family and living a life with sufficient resources. There are millionare people too who are making zillion dollar take overs. There are people who are gifting 5 crore rupees car to their friends. And then there are people like Gudiya, who not just hopes that all her baloons sell today but also hopes that she gets to taste the bengali sweet that she sees in a sweet shop everyday on her way home. As I pass the S.B road every night on my way back home, I find 3-4 kids on the signal. The difference between me and them is that I am wearing a LEE jacket to protect me from the cold when I drive and they don even have a shirt to cover their bodies?

I don't know how much of what I see is true but it makes me wonder why wouldn't these different classes of people help raise the standard of people like Gudiya. Where does this money that these big shots earn go? Why is it that we get to read in the papers very often that Amitabh tops the list of non-tax payers with some X crore rupees?

The software firm I work in has approximately around 4 thousand people. If I decide to collect one rupee from each person every month, children like Gudiya will be able to go to atleast municipality school's, if not international school's which ask for whooping 10K + as yearly fees. I know this is just a wild thought and reality is far from truth, however, its not that far too.

I don't know how long will it take for Gudiya to start going to school or maybe her entire lifetime. However, I know one thing, if she goes to school and takes some basic education, she could live with pride and earn sufficiently for her family too. What I see today reflecting in her tears is a life that she desires looking at other kids and her smile tells me she accepts, that she won't see this life ever. Realization dawns upon me and makes me thank god for making my parents capable enough so that I din't get to see such days and also pray to god to make me capable enough to make sure my children get their share of love and happiness!!

I hope to run into Gudiya one day again as I visit that area, and hand over some cash to her so that she can have her favorite mithai. I hope to see her smile at me again, I hope to be humble, I hope to buy a balloon again .....
I hope to buy a balloon again .....

Comments

Shruti said…
Very touching....It is true that sometimes we do forget the world around us, as we are too wrapped up in our own petty issues. And its good to remember that we have enough to lead a comfortable life, and thank God for His blessings!

I also would hope that your realization of this does not just stop at writing a post about it, but in fact stretch out to also help these people in some way! I am sure if you put your mind to it, you will find a way :)

And I hope that you do meet Gudiya again, but not to buy balloon, but to see her in a better state of life....
I too hope....!
Unknown said…
hey....well written, very touchy, esp coz i see how well the poor people here live compared to the poor in india.....but if u feel for her, u should def do something abt it and not just write it in ur blog. its not easy, but its not difficult either....ready to help u anytime if u plan to do something...
looney weirdo said…
Hmmm very true...very real...thats the world around us and still we dnt do anything...may be its coz we are busy cursing our lives for what it lacks!!! instead if we would just for once think about children like gudiya we would save enery as well as money and emotions too...
What i see in the moist eyes of gudiya are the days that she is missing and in the smile i see her hope to lead a better life...its all about hope..thats what we do..everybody does and gudiya too...Just that gudiya needs help to make her dreams come true and we are the ones who can help her..
Very well written bro..good job..and seriously if u plannin somethin i am in and i have a partner when i plan somethin ;)
Surya said…
nice one.... well these thoughts keep poopin up everynow n then when we see ppl at various stages struggle for mear existence... only thing we cud do is to do some petty help which wud wash ur guilt for some time or do something permanently... well written... hope this blog sow the seed for greater cause....

nice meeting u dude...
its heart rending isn't it?
a kid on the road who tugs his ma's finger to buy that same balloon that another child who's selling it has no fascination for....
:(

gudiya must be disillusioned about why those lovely colored things she sells attracts those kids so much, while handling those balloons is her job....

and what would she do with the envious look that former kid would give her, that she has like 8 balloons in her hand while the kids mom bought him only one.....

i know a young teenage boy too
someone who goes to school, sells feminas on the signal in the evenings, and never takes money "just like that" from me....
he n i have an understanding....
i'd asked him once what happens if i buy all his feminas there and then, and he replied with a smile "mai aur laaunga..."

he loves his work, with pride...
i'm sure gudiya does too... i only hope that the innocence that is in her lasts for as long as it can....

life can be hard, but god sends me saviour angels when i need them...

there is a saviour for her too... :)
Pensativo said…
Well these kinda feelings keep coming across our mind at times. You realised the thing its true, but the solutions are vague. You said about collecting 1 rupee from each of the employee..well good idea but is it practical? I mean if we have to do something for someone, then we must take initiative and come to the front. If you feel you wanna do something then do join some organization like PANKHUDI. There are so many children like gudiya that these efforts done by people are not sufficient. And the major problem is not providing them with the charity but its with the proper allocation of these resources. You give money to organizations that's fine but what % of that money actually reaches to the root level. Moreover there are people who takes advantage at every level. Be the part of the system then you would know that despite of all your efforts defects would still exist in system. Anyways well composed post it is :)
Unknown said…
why have the posts stopped coming ya?
Surya said…
hi swarup...
nice to c a new layout of ur blog... but been waitin for ur new blog to arive...
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Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace


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Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved


Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late


A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
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