I was in Park Street the other day...Sitting amidst the red and white decor of KFC, I was happily munching on the crispy chunks of chicken intercepted by casual sips on the chilled cola... It was just then I looked outside... He was sitting idle...Tattered clothes, grease smeared face and a few pennies in his hand.. He was looking inside the restaurant... So many people inside, people hogging on huge pieces of chicken, people watching television and sipping their cola, people exchanging sweet nothings over a brownie sundae... all under the watchful eyes of that little kid...
His eyes wanted it all...Sitting on the other side of the window, it was reality staring at me... Inside the restaurant there were so many happy smiling faces, women with red lipsticks, men with their gelled hair and kids with ice cream smeared faces...But the li'l boy standing outside the window was the only thing that seemed real... As I looked at him I was forced to think, what was life really like at the other side of the window...Beyond our daily corporate power plays, beyond our popcorn soda lifestyle, beyond the glitzy shopping malls, what was life really for them?
In India,everyday we see so many child beggars on the streets...Most of the times you can find their little fingers knocking at your car window pane on a busy traffic... We either end up being sympathetic or just try to snub them for the umpteenth number of time... We go home and criticize the government at coffee table conversations and blame the European film makers for potraying Indian poverty...
But life still goes on for them...They grow up amidst these stuck up traffic jams, they grow up as silent onlookers always on the other side of the window pane...
His eyes wanted it all...Sitting on the other side of the window, it was reality staring at me... Inside the restaurant there were so many happy smiling faces, women with red lipsticks, men with their gelled hair and kids with ice cream smeared faces...But the li'l boy standing outside the window was the only thing that seemed real... As I looked at him I was forced to think, what was life really like at the other side of the window...Beyond our daily corporate power plays, beyond our popcorn soda lifestyle, beyond the glitzy shopping malls, what was life really for them?
In India,everyday we see so many child beggars on the streets...Most of the times you can find their little fingers knocking at your car window pane on a busy traffic... We either end up being sympathetic or just try to snub them for the umpteenth number of time... We go home and criticize the government at coffee table conversations and blame the European film makers for potraying Indian poverty...
But life still goes on for them...They grow up amidst these stuck up traffic jams, they grow up as silent onlookers always on the other side of the window pane...
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