Sometimes, you become a part of a conversation you so want to avoid. You look here and there, feel so damn awkward and embarrassed, even angry sometimes; but you cannot escape. Such a thing happened with me too today.
I have taken part in an intra college competition. I am a part of a team of four. We have been given a case study and have to prepare our case on the basis of that case study. My group has two juniors and one peer. We are expected to take the lead and guide them (ah!). Now, my law school is going to host a national moot court competition. For that purpose a few more juniors came where we were preparing for our case.
Now, these juniors had a few posters made by them. They were to stick them on the wall so that people could have a look at them. The theme was global warming. And I must say, they had done a brilliant job with the paint brush. One junior started the topic of marriage. She was shocked to know that I was married for almost six years and my friend was married for 2 years. The bigger shocker came when she said that I looked more interesting and the other one boring! I don't know why she said so, what made her believe so and why she had to be so upfront about it! I didn't know where to look! Ah, Girls!!
Now, the above stanzas were typed last night. I didn't feel like editing them. The update is that we didn't win the competition (that's ok), though we did a brilliant job even though we had not prepared for it much.
I have been crazy busy. But the irony is that the output is less compare to the time I have been giving to a particular assignment. I have been visiting a Government office as one of our important documents is with them. I have been spending the whole day out there, waiting for the officer to oblige me with some calculation so that I pay the fine and get my document released. Yesterday while doing so, I spotted a boy doing shoe polish for 5 Rs.
While he was doing "his work", I was talking to him. He stays in slums, has 6 siblings and no money to even eat a full meal twice a day. This shoe polishing at least gives him enough money to buy a vada paav for his siblings. I know it is a story of many people around me, who lead such a life. I have spoken with them, I try to do whatever I can for them, but still the number of such kids is not ready to come down. Each day I spot at least 2-3 children doing some or the other kind of labour at the time when they are supposed to be in school. only because they do not have money to study. Labour will at least provide them regular meals. Will we ever be doing anything about it to stop this in any way and at any point? This question always haunts me!
And I know the answer too!
Too much of ranting and serious discussions scare me sometimes. Here is another picture I clicked in the auto I was travelling by.
Interesting indeed! :)