A Broken Dream

The blog was originally written on Thursday, February 23, 2012. 

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Tum bade ho kar kya banoge?

‘’ mujhe ni pta’’ he replied in a single breadth with expressionless face as if he knew that his faith has been already decided.

He don’t know his age but I guess he is 6-7 of age, holds a daff with its strip across his shoulder and wears two silver coated rings in his spring and middle finger. He don’t sing but he plays this punjabi folk instument .

It was 10.30 and I was travelling towards RAIKOT on my market visit. Bus was almost empty and I was doing my most important work (surfing facebook). Stopped at MULLAHPUR and a boy boarded the bus and sat on an empty seat, horizontally to mine. Something was fetching his attention, AAMIR KHAN’s raja hindustani and he was enjoying it as if MUKESH AMBANI enjoying the night full of stars just because he refused to pay bribe to Mumbai Electricity Board officials.

He was lost in the beauty of either palankhet or Karishma Kapoor in such a way that he didn’t noticed me once clicking him in my camera.

After a few seconds I called him on my seat and he introduced himself as karan. He lives somewhere in a slum in ludhiana with his parents and four siblings. His father sells ballon across streets in ludhiana and mother remains in house with his two sisters and one younger brother. He never went to school and don’t want to be because his father’s earning is not enough to bring him a meal for two time. His elder brother too play daff and sing song in busses at BATHINDA to earn his youngest brother’s education and one time meal for his family.

He had his last meal at night and he has a dream today. He has a dream to eat chocolate unlike our children who never dream because they get all those before he even ask for.

He travel miles a day in such age in which people don’t allow their children to go alone even for toilet. His eyes has no dreams, his world has no twinkling stars and he might never going to put his towards the sky to look after his space. He has no time to look after anything else, his own life keeps him busy to fight his own misery. And those who have the capabilities to give a shape to his dreams are never going to allow him to dream.

SUDHAR arrived, and he jumped out of bus and fell down, got up, locate his daff and moved away.

He might had chocolate today but a heart bleeded when he didn’t respond the last good bye.