Lives of streets : dark sides of the society
India is called as the third world but inside it, there are two worlds. the first one is the one in which we live – the world of luxury and comfort. and the second is what we see on the streets – the lives of the streets. I have tried to capture some lives while my traveling to different places.
someone said once, “when poverty is gone, we will need to build museums to display its horrors to future generations. they will wonder why poverty continued so long in human society – how a few people could live in luxury while billions dwelt in misery, deprivation, and despair.”
behind him, there is a river that can turn anytime into a monster and in front of him, a crowded highway. how could he know how fragile his life is when he was having the best nap his mother could afford.
Every day after washing all the clothes he hopes that his kid will never wake up in that same stinking place again. hope is a powerful thing that holds us tightly in a long journey but sometimes it’s just a broken-winged bird.
Hungry for love, she looks at you
thirsty for kindness, she begs to you
naked for loyalty, she hopes in you
shelter for homeless in your heart, she asks for you
“will you be that one to her??”
I wish I never had to live this way. I wish I was playing, singing, dancing like you. but I have gone far, very far from childhood. balloons are no longer a source of happiness. they have become a way of survival.
“baadlon ke niche baarish mein bhigna bhi kitna acha lagta hai,
gubbarein aur patangein ke piche bhagna bhi kitna acha lagta hai,
pata nahi kab itna dur chala aya bachpan se,
aab sapne dekhne ko bhi dar lagta hai… “
but who keeps watch on her???
two lanes of a road. I always find her standing under that tree on one side of the road, waiting for the school to finish. kids of her age come out from school with their moms holding one hand and she crosses the road in order to fill their other hands with these colorful balloons. but she never forgets to hold her little sister’s hand. because she has to keep watching those balloons as well as her sister.
I spend the whole day watching this. on the other side of the dam, there is this captive and calm river which become a free, wild beast after crossing the barrier. we all are just like this river, a barrier away from to be free.
I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. they don’t teach you how to love somebody. they don’t teach you how to be famous. they don’t teach you how to be rich or poor. they don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. they don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. they don’t teach you anything worth knowing.