25 May 2016 at 23:30 ·
When you buy your child an expensive smartphone out of love and indulgence - remember that another poor child who sees it will start yearning for it. And maybe lose its way in that yearning.
All children are our children.
No child in the village is ever bored. They do have company, and even if they are alone, they are never bored. They do not need 'books' either.
A people who do not know boredom, who do not seek to be entertained, will be a people who will tread lightly on earth. And who do not war.
Do we realize how we handicap our children morally when we never take it to a government hospital for treatment, never let it study with other children in a government school, never allow it to travel in public buses
When we allow a poorer woman to mop its room, and under its bed.
Such a child will grow into an adult incapable of sensitivity and understanding, incapable of 'respecting' the poor. Simply a burden on this country.
We will be the cause of that.
My daughter was to go to teach in a week long Sanskrit class for a mixed group of parents, teachers and students along with her own teacher. I asked her if she enjoyed teaching, and she said Vidya bhagini had told her to teach. I asked again, and got the same beside-the-point answer.
Then I realised that maybe the question was what needed correction. She respects and loves her teacher, and has gained vastly from her in areas of Sanskrit and beyond Sanskrit in a perspective of life itself. That now her teacher wanted her to teach was the only point for her. And I know she owes that response to her.
Maybe 'like' and 'choice' are overly revered words sometimes. There is a larger societal need, and larger responsibilities, and one plays one's part. I did enjoy computer programming after all, but I packed it away after a year into my 'career' and stepped into villages. The need was there.
To bring up a child who stops by and arranges the clothes of a poor handicapped lady on a footpath, even though the smell turns the stomach, is to have passed as a parent.
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