Written by Bipasha B
Edited by Mehul Shah
With the scorching sun screaming its deliverance for the day, out in the world, the ladies of a colony in Shahbad Dairy struggle every day for the arrangement of just a bucket of water in their houses; water, the basic necessity of our lives!
Recently, my visit to Delhi was one of the very few revelations I had endured in the nineteen years of my existence. Delhi is a ragingly beautiful and historically alluring city. But, if you look through my glasses, there's an uncanny difference in the civilization of the very monumental city. And I believe this is not just about Delhi; this is merely the reality of the majority of the country.
One of the days at work, the organization I had been working with took us for a field trip to this place in the North-Western part of Delhi, near Rohini. It's called Shahbad Dairy. As an avid reader of non-fiction novels, I had always known what villagers' lives looked like. But, it never struck me that the reality could be so different from its crude representation in the books. Witnessing those unaligned row huts, with small kids standing alongside their mothers for the basic necessity of our lives, opened my eyes to the utter contrast in the realm of our existences.
Our primary task for the day was conducting an interactive session with the children who live under the guidance of "Saksham", a renowned NGO working for the welfare of the underprivileged.
Upon entering the building where the children resided, the taste of a warm welcome from the mere villagers, felt like an oasis of calm after the long journey of summer, unlike a metropolitan sophisticated savoury. And the children we talked to were hidden gems, just like how diamonds are carved out by processing charcoal from beneath the soil. These children have dreams in their eyes, hopes in their minds, heedless of the roads that would lead them to success.
I see my friends, living in cosmopolitan cities, pursuing fashion designing in some of the reputed institutions known worldwide, getting scopes of interning with fashion brands like "Sabyasachi"; on the contrary, I heard a small girl sitting beside me, dreaming of the same occupation with similar vigour and highest of hopes, however oblivious to the fashion world.
It pains me to accept the dichotomy in the diversity that is dwelling in the very heart of our nation. And this is the reality of India when you look through my glasses of judgement. In addition to all the sectoral developments in the country, politics starts with the attempt to enhance underdeveloped and destitute parts of the country.
In the end, India is an agricultural country, which leaves a massive section of the country, struck with poverty owing to all the deliberate urban mishandling. The eradication of this partiality is only relevant when we, the youth of the country, willingly step out of our lives at multiplexes and break the ice; I think it is about time that we shed all our self-centric beliefs and hold hands of these children, helping them cross the bridge and attain justice.
Otherwise, is this a roadway to a rather capitalistic society?
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