I can never forget that silly, little, preposterous rhyme I was told, when I was a kid, "mummy, mummy bhook lagi, khaaley beta moongfali, moongfali mein dana nahin ..." (Mother, I am hungry, have a groundnut..ok it sounds worse when translated. I might as well leave it. )
Wondering or laughing at the handling of an issue as pertinent as hunger, by a comparison with the silly couplet? This couplet perhaps, sums up the entire way of life for many of us. Firstly, it shows, the readiness with which we accept our problems. Our innate quality of accepting things as they are, as 'written', as ordained.
I am taking a big risk by pitting this couplet against such an issue. This might seem a misnomer and might be cynical to put a mere children rhyme to such stature. But this is the irony, I don't know how many of our people even manage that moongfali- groundnut. They are surviving on peanuts, literally. At, times the mothers can't even tell them to have it because, we haven't left even that much for them.
It is not our 'constitutional' duty to provide them with food. Agreed. It is not our responsibility to earn their two square meals for them. Agreed. But it is our duty as a human being, as a citizen, to act discreetly when we make our own choices. A middle way, which will not affect us, at all, might make a big difference to them.
3 very easy steps are-
1) Do not waste food. Don't want to have some- donate.
2) Wedding/party/celebration at home do make sure the food does not go waste. Feed poor. There was once a forward which said, you can dial 1098 and someone takes away all the food for children. I have never tried it myself, so not aware of its authenticity.
3) Feed one person everyday.
You want to know the hunger statistics or the NGOs who might help. Please google. It is not my least intention to discourage you from taking big steps, but small steps might help make a big change. I do not want this post to sound like a sermon. Perhaps, I already have. I do not appreciate or encourage beggary myself. But, at times, I think we have to walk that extra mile.
Blocked, trapped, caged
Strangled to death-
A thought, a desire
inside the heart.
The leftovers of
a nourished self.
The lantern of hope
The cries of
a craving child.
And a sms I got in the morning summed it all for me-
"It is estimated that millions of trees in this world are accidentaly planted by squirrels who bury the nuts and then forget where they hide them" do good and forget it.
Labels: Economy, Hunger