The fear of unknown
how good it would have been if we could have simply looked into future and know what will happen 2 years down the line. How easy would have been our decisions...
The idea of time machine seriously attracts me now :)

Nice to get it back
well was out of the blogosphere for a long time and as a result lost my password too. Thanks to the blogger.com, goit it back, This time I promise my self I will be more regular

It’s getting extremely cold in Delhi these days. So I bought a few blankets yesterday with the intention of distributing it between the poor. It was also my way of Thanking as I had bought a new apartment recently. I had never come so close to poverty before that. Yes we see all those people in the red lights; but have you ever looked into their faces?? I never had. Yes I did feel pity sometime but still had never talked to them or observed them closely.

After buying four blankets as we went out in search of the poor, we saw a homeless family cooking by the roadside. Tarun and I decided that they can be the ideal people to receive the first blanket. As I went up to them I was having this feeling like I was on a very great mission. That the poor woman there will cry at the sight of the blanket and bless me just like in the O’ Henry stories. Nothing that sort happened. She mumbled something when I thrust the blanket in her hands. Immediately somebody sleeping nearby woke up. I don’t know how he sensed it. It was just like he smelled it and came jumping forward with the usual cry you get to hear on Indian roads. Gareeb aadmi.. Aapke Baccho ko duwaye milegi… (Poor man, your children will be blessed) I did not want to give him as he seemed to me like an able bodied man. But he was raising a lot of hue and cry and did not want to upset him, so I gave him a blanket too. Soon people were swarming up, one or two children and a boy came up. I gave them the remaining but immediately my stock finished. We decided to leave before a crowd turned up there and I was really starting to worry about my friend’s car. As we left I think a boy standing there (one of the disappointed lot) mumbled something angrily. Really the face of poverty is very ugly and terrifying. As I called up my dad this morning to tell him about this charity (may be to hear some words of praise and may be to boost my already inflated ego); the first thing he asked me; are you safe? Hope there was no ugly incident there. Just hearing these words made me more proud than I could have ever felt for myself. It showed that he has been there and done that. I am so proud of you dad; although I am starting to have this feeling that this is not the ideal way of doing charity or tackling poverty. This is a reactive way; instead we should act in a pro active way. But then anything is always much better then something