Those Faces

THOSE FACES!
-Udit Jain (197358)
Today I want to share a topic that is very close to my heart. Usually, I don't share much with
people nor do I write to feel less burdened. I keep it all inside and all that I have is way too
much. So I decided to share some of it with you. The topic is dissimilarities in life. Why do we
have dissimilarities in life? Why is one person so destined and the other so opposite? This
question was implanted in my mind a long ago when I was a child. When I was 8 years old, I
went to a fair, with a person named Yashwant who used to do chores at my home. He took me
to the fair and I bought a toy gun from a toyseller who used to sell balloons and toys on his
bicycle. I was very happy playing with that but suddenly someone from behind snatched my toy
gun from my hand and ran away. He then threw the gun up in the air and when it fell it broke
into pieces. I was just shocked. I didn't know why did it happen but I knew that that boy had
some hatred for me. I didn't know why he hated me but he did. I was very much thoughtful at
that moment. Even being an eight-year-old child, I thought about it too much. After that incident,
I went to a marriage function in my locality and there nearby the gate of the hall stood the same
person who sold me the toy gun. He was there on his bicycle and his toys but that day there
was something different. The boy who broke my toy gun was there with him and he was trying
to peek inside the hall in a way he wanted to know what was going on inside. His face was full
of dissatisfaction and discontent and I still remember that face. His face used to turn up to me
whenever I used to see children begging on roads and highways. They shared the same
appearance; torn clothes, black skin, and uncombed dirty hair. I used to think a lot about those
faces, they used to make me feel comfortable for accepting the comforts of life that I had but
they were devoid of. I wanted to know, why they were different from me. I wanted to know that
what have I did that I was where I was and what they haven't that they were where they were.
As I grew up, I understood that there were no differences in them and me but the only difference
was that by fortune I was born in a well to do family and by their misfortune, they weren't. I also
understood that the reason those faces were so full of hatred was due to the hatred they have
experienced in the society even when being poor wasn't their fault. I used to think a lot about
how their life would be like and cry when compared them to my own life. My fortune used to
make me cry more when I compared it to their misfortune. But this incident made me into a
person who can't harm any other person. All this taught me how to think from another person's
perspective. Those faces made me into a person who wants to do better for society, not for
society but those faces. I knew I couldn't help each of them with the money that I have in my
pocket but I knew that even if I try to make each person who is in my life happy then it would be
something similar. I used to visit orphanages and old age homes and when those faces there
too, I used to feel bad for them. I used to thank god for all that I had but also feel bad for those
people who didn't. Here's a glimpse of some chain of thoughts I once had.
One person wakes up hungry and, his wife and his baby are still sleeping on the pavement
where they live. He doesn't have any money for breakfast, not even for tea. He looks for leftover
food in the dustbin, thrown by so-called privileged people but discards out of guilt. Baby wakes
up smiling, full of happiness and starts feeling hungry but doesn't know how to control it and
starts crying. Mother wakes up and feeds her baby and in turn loses all nutrients from her own
body. Filled with guilt, hunger, and discontentment, the husband loves in search of some labor
work. The wife starts feeling balloons so that she can earn bread for herself and her baby. Out
of 50 car drivers, not a single is ready to pay 10 rupees note to her. She's nothing more than a
beggar now. Finally, a person agrees to buy the balloon and bargains it for 5 rupees but 5
rupees are not enough. Another lady agrees to buy the balloon. She clicks a selfie with her, so
that she can post it on her Facebook. Now the wife buys some biscuits so that she can get
ready another round of breastfeeding. After working for 4 hours in sun, lifting heavy weights on
the head, the husband returns home. His heart is filled with happiness that his family didn't skip
breakfast. the husband brings some 60 rupees and with those buys some rice and potatoes.
After having food, they sleep under the luxurious shade of the flyover. Again after few hours
they start selling balloons but by the end of the day they end up selling only three balloons for
20 rupees and that is not enough for the dinner that night but suddenly God opens a temporary
window of happiness and an old woman arrives and gives them leftover food with some cold
drink. The family thanks her hundred times and another day ends where they don't have issue
sleeping.

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-Udit Jain (197358)

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