I Choose Emotions

I always wanted to write my first blog on a very bubbly fairy sort of title which could set forth what I am. A fairyland, flowers all around, happiness and piousness in everyone’s heart… A world of such kinds! But a “good morning” moment jostled me up today! While crossing a red light at the signal, returning back from office... I saw a little innocent boy holding a bag full of toys. Sounds pretty hunky-dory right! I wish it could have eyeballed the same way too! That boy was actually selling those toys. At such a tender age, when he deserves to play with those toys, he was the one selling them!

He held the bag in one hand and was playing with one of the toy in the other one. The poor chap! I remember when we used to be a small kid... We used to yell and scream in agony when someone used to take away our toys from our hands, especially at the time when we were actually playing with them. And look at this poor boy! He himself will have to give that toy to someone who will pay him for it.  

It’s easy to make a grown-up understand the circumstances and cause him to kill his likelihood, but in the case of small children, is it really that easy! Ask yourself. Wear his shoes and walk for a mile. That innocent angel doesn’t even know what sacrifice he is doing. He would get up everyday and just walk down to the roads to sell the toys to earn his living. Does he really deserve a life like this! When he should get up in enthu to go to school and earn knowledge for his all-round growth, he is going through such a crucial phase.

One side I see a kid sitting in the car enjoying music, building his air castle and on the other side I see a boy sitting at the roadside playing with toys which are not even his property. I really feel peevish when I think of the mental condition of that kid. Dust and mud everywhere, filthy clothes, shaggy hair and a sweet smile holding toys…. It would have been easy for me to just neglect that sight but I chose to be sensitive. I could not apparently go and help that kid with some money or food, but my little heart prayed with moist eyes for him. 

I always used to be in my fairyland where everything was happy and good but the toad had to come out of the well one day. I came out for higher studies and then started doing a job. Everyone here say that I mentally remain lost somewhere… and I won’t deny the fact too! The dreams might have changed but the little dreamer inside me has not left dreaming. And whenever any incident like this comes infront of my eyes, I wake up with tears. Everyone deserves to be happy. Everyone deserves a good life. Why does this inequality prevail between humans so alike in every manner? Had Pandora not opened the box..the world would have been all rainbow! Ya it was a chapter in literature..lame though..but I still fancy the world was that good to live in and yes! I blame Pandora for all this. This no-doubt mitigates my “three-hanky” notions but the question never gets an answer.. “Is this really worth it?”