The Real Face of The Capital
Life in the capital of any nation is like moving in a fast lane where life can't stop or slow down. Today while moving in the streets of the HEART OF THE CAPITAL, CONNAUGHT PLACE had an ugly view which I have already heard of in my childhood days. To my dismay I spotted a gang of rag pickers doping on the street and I felt a pity on myself and the people around who give them alms to feed upon.
Those poor hands which can't afford a day's meal were doping themselves?? i mean how is that possible..? Are they able to beg that huge amount of money to afford drugs or they are provided drugs free of cost? But in my haste, I walked towards my destined place shoeing away the thoughts in my mind.
When i reached home, I told my parents about what I experienced on my way, and they were indifferent to what they heard as per my expectations because they only told me about this ugly reality of that place.
But I just could not bring myself back to life after seeing what i shouldn't have seen. I know it would not be easy for a reader to believe, but I'm still thinking about it. What can we do to protect our society from drugs? How can we neglect everything that falls in our way? It's not about caste and creed everywhere i guess?
How can a person spend his earning( alms in this case) in drugs and not feeding on a one course meal?
Is this scenario prevailing everywhere? Aaaahhh...!!! My head is about to blast.
This very day in my life is real example of taste over necessity.