Devoted Housewives

They are no ordinary people… They are no ordinary Housewives.. These brave women are the most supportive creations on Earth. They live beside the railway, in slums, in dirt and with umpteen hardship. But they still do what a devoted wife does. They maintain their family. They clean their homes, they cook their food, they wash their clothes and look after their families.

These women are not desperate. They do not have the luxuries of those screen-sizzling characters. They even do not have the luxuries that we have. They don’t have proper food, clothes, houses…. in fact they don’t have a proper life.

But I am amazed by their devotion. The way they live day after day, performing the chores of a devoted wife. They make their family shine in the darkness that the reality has cursed them with. I can only wonder as to what more ironies this journey will show me….

My Clothes, my skin; My home, The DIRT!

I do not know why I feel so sad. I do not know why I feel ashamed. I do not know these kids, maybe will never see them again. But every time I see this picture, I feel an urge to become a hero. The hero who cannot stand the cruelties of the world, a hero who makes everyone smile, a hero who can fight against the wrong….. a hero who can not do wrong. And then I remember, that I walked away that day. I did not become a hero.

I do not regret that either. I understand the complexities and limitations of my world. But I know that there is a hero out there who will not walk away. I know that some day I may neither…. And I also know that there is a hero in you and nor will you!

Hear the Monster, See it and then… IGNORE!

If my ear drums could talk and had hands, it would have cursed me and pull me by my ears out of the Kawran bazaar slum area. The mere reason being the incredibly loud trains that pass through the heart of the backyard of the slum-dwelling people. I started wondering how people who live there for years have not all gone deaf yet. The trains are like Monsters that will cut through the heart and engulf each and very part of its prey. It will howl and frighten its prey every time. And if anyone comes in its path, it will grind him to the bones.   However, it was as if the people were not at all bothered by it. But I was dazed and wanted to find the answer. And then I realized….

I realized how easy it is to forget, how easy it is to ignore and how easy it is to stay indifferent to all the monstrosity that exists in the world surrounding us!

Colors of the Cover City

It has been over a year and a half that I posted my last post in this blog. Its been way too long and I feel I must again venture the journey of uncovering the Cover City. Last month I went to a slum at Kawran Bazaar. I wanted to explore the life of drug abusers and hence went to the place which is very notorious for being a major supply tank for the for these unfortunate people. What I uncovered in a few hours was far more than I thought I knew.

I want to re-start my journey in the amazing world of blogging with this picture. I tells you a lot about the real life that we are extremely generous at ignoring. The life in the slums and the buildings behind tells how cruel this world is….. how selfish the reality is…. how a single color can be so deceiving………..

Let’s not just start blaming each other….

Let’s take a deep breath and keenly look at this picture…….

It’s time we realize the cruelty of the world….

It’s time to realize what we have done….

It’s TIME…………..