I love my India........??

It was a usual day in the school where I worked as a teacher. It is a reputed school of my town. A huge infrastructure, an intellectual group of teachers on payroll, a strict principal and a self proclaiming (this is what I concluded later) human rights abiding management. Keeping to its proclamation, the school management decided to ban the sale of soft drinks in the school canteen since it is (yeah, that is true as well) hazardous to kids’ health. Media also flashed big news on how high pesticide levels in soft drinks are detected. Prejudiced as we always are, all teachers whole heartedly supported the ban.

Now, stop yawning on what’s the big deal about all this crap I am trying to feed you guys. ….just wait n keep reading……….

One day during lunch break I ordered a cup of tea from School canteen. The 12 years old boy who used to bring orders turned up and I was shocked to see that he was badly injured on the head, face & eyes. . I was shocked n asked him what happened. He told me that he had fallen from the roof while trying to catch a stray kite a days back. Still in a shock I asked him to go home and take rest. The poor boy almost skipped a heartbeat on this unexpected flair of sympathy, he was not used to and said, “ No Madamji ! I can’t”. On my further inquiry he revealed that his boss had flatly refused to let him go and threatened to deduct his salary if he fails to comply. I looked in his innocent young eyes which were two reservoirs of pain, apathy and helplessness. His timid lean body was a live painting of hurt and suffering. And that is when I thought and concluded the selfish and hypocrite patterns of our thoughts.

We, an intelligent lot at a very gracious renowned institute of learning… with hell lot of mechanism and resources have been always happy to roar murder on issues like soft drinks because they are bad for children who can afford buying them but we refuse to react and acknowledge the real problems which hundreds of children around us suffer on daily basis. We refuse to acknowledge the cruelties of child labour. We refuse to see and feel for that small tea canteen boy who had been denied not only a proper rest but also something which he deserves for being a child.

Promoting or manipulating Child labour is not only a social offence but an unforgivable sin.

The Little Red Hen-Modern version

Once upon a time, on a farm in Texas, there was a little red hen who scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered quite a few grains of wheat.
She called all of her neighbors together and said, "If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?"
"Not I," said the cow.
"Not I," said the duck.
"Not I," said the pig.
"Not I," said the goose.
"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen. And so she did; The wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden grain.
"Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.
"Not I," said the duck.
"Out of my classification," said the pig.
"I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.
"I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose.
"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen, and so she did.At last it came time to bake the bread."Who will help me bake the bread! ?" asked the little red hen."That would be overtime for me," said the cow."I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck."I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig."If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said the goose."Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen. She baked five loaves and held them up for all of her neighbors to see. They wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, "No, I shall eat all five loaves."
"Excess profits!" cried the cow.
"Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck.
"I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose.
The pig just grunted in disdain.
And they all painted "Unfair!" picket signs and marched around and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.
Then a government agent came, he said to the little red hen, "You must not be so greedy."
"But I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
"Exactly," said the agent. "That is what makes our free enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern government regulations, the productive workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are lazy and idle."
And they all lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, for now I truly understand,"
But her neighbors became quite disappointed in her. She never again baked bread because she joined the "party" and got her bread free.
And all the Democrats smiled. 'Fairness' had been established. Individual initiative had died, but nobody noticed; perhaps no one cared.....as long as there was free bread that "the rich" were paying for.