Giving has the beauty.

What I think is beautiful in the world is what we give away with open heart and open fist. The real pleasure of life lies in giving away in whatever way we can, no matter whether it is small or big.  In fact, that is where beauty lies. The poor die of hunger for want of food. The sick die for want of proper medical care. The persons who die such deaths are none other than the down-trodden and poverty-stricken ones who are bound to live a hell-like life. No one will call to mind if anybody ever lived among such persons. Whoever is alive is left to his/her fate: hungry, thirsty and sick.

We are not even a bit ashamed to call ourselves human beings when someone among us is seen starving of food, water or dying for want of medical treatment. Prompt erupts a question in mind: where is our humanity? Why are we not sensible? Why are we not sensitive towards human sufferings? The only word in counter to question would be ‘why’. We can be sympathetic towards animals which are butchered to feed human beings. But, we are not even a bit concerned about how the poor, the sick and the thirsty manage to eke out a living, earn bread for the evening or arrange for two square meals for a day, buy their medicines.  Why should we be? We know that they are not our brothers or sisters. They are not born from the same mothers as we are.  We don’t lose even a second to point fingers at them and curse them and, if possible, beat them up and send them to jails for no mistake or offence of theirs.

We are educated and take pride in it and in what we think is our birthrights to torture and suppress the poor and gag them. Where do we usually be when they need us, ask us for our help and help them out in whatever way we can. We don’t happen to be there. Rather, we hang out, chill out and dine out late into the night. We rejoice more in ostentation than in coming to their rescue. Oh! It is the life. On one hand side, we spend time, money and energy for our own pleasures and on the other; the poor, the sick and the thirsty die for want of food, water and for want of medicines. It’s irony of life.  Giving has the beauty that has no nuance.  Giving has the pleasure that transcends all barriers.