If you have to keep your wits about you, then adopt a tongue-in cheek stance to news..this has been a mantra I have recently adopted. Getting incensed over incestuous rapes, paedophilia, murders is unavoidable..as is their occurrence. Sometimes one anaesthetises oneself into a zombie like state, murmurs ‘it happens’, or filmi style ‘ bade bade shahron mein aisi chhoti chhoti baatein aksar hoti rehti hain’ ( Relax! In big cities, small things such as this, keep happening) and with a wave of the hand , shrugs it off.
And then, once in a while, one is taken aback with news of the kind, that confounds you as to appropriate reaction. For me it resulted in a regaling half hour, bemusedly sponging in details, displaying blatant predilection over Page three/entertainment.sports/since it was a unique amalgamation … Beggars owning duplexes in Mumbai was so far just an inane piece of gossip floating around .To have read details, solidified the rumors..once and for all.
From assets ranging between 5-70 lakhs these so far nameless, faceless lot have done appreciably well for themselves…so what if mendacious usage of skills honed to perfection, has been the chosen path. Few can boast of creating something out of nothing.. literally. I mean an MBA would have to struggle for a good 5-7 years to amass property of the kind.
What does this prove? Mumbai has a large heart..we are gullible, emotionally vulnerable, too fearful of Karma algorithms. For some it could be a religiously adhered to and advised by formula to duck retribution, atoning for their sins, that translates into a a largess for those ‘less fortunate’ (?!)
One has to read the link a couple of times before the implications of its contents set in. It certainly does not evoke such a good feeling about oneself..’wet behind the ears’, naive, foolhardy, are some of the terms flashing in my head.. Its impossible not to ‘tsk tsk’ a serpiginous wound, displayed prominently on the neck of a toddler, or the severed limbs of a young man in his prime, or an aged woman, physically incapable of even crossing the street.. and the beggars know that fully well!
Oh! how they exploit your sentiments.. make you feel guilty for sitting back in your air conditioned limo. listening to Kitaro, when they come knocking right into your face, behind the window pane..you just have to fish out something with subtle munificence..its impolite to begin counting right under their nose, so you tend to pass on whatever is within reach without really looking…and then the blessings ..smiles are exchanged between the two.. one of these surely at a deal well made.
Earning anywhere between 100-300 a day ..on a conservative estimate..by feeding on the kindness of people! India posited…Poverty a thing of the past or at best deserved for those who resist inventiveness..and conform to the anachronistic principles of hard work!
Meet Mr. Beggar..our newest lakhpati..soon to be crorepati! Treat with deference..who knows he may well provide you with a loan, to help you buy your home! Futuristic..think again..it may soon be a viable option over red tapism. In no mood now to look askance at rumors, I believe financing/funding from the Brotherhood of Beggars is factual, already a realism.! Big B!
Lifes not all that hunky dory for some.. they have their worries. Like the EMI for the new plot at Palghar!
One was pitifully moaning over the Doctor-beggar-mafia news which bespoke of healthy limbs being amputated to evoke sympathy..just how deep was the nexus ? Who is to blame? Does a country and its politicos not have the duty to provide for its citizenry? Questions..questions..Reality always throwing up images flummoxing, to say the least.
So how does one tackle this? ‘Stop’ giving alms? What if it is a ‘genuine beggar’? ‘Genuine’? Gosh now an ISI mark for beggars as well!!
Apparently Mendicancy is a veritable ‘cottage industry‘.. I will ‘beg’ to differ with whoever said Indians are not a progressive, innovative, positive lot. Turning your misfortune into a ‘rain of fortune’ calls for imagination! A work day that comprises merely a ‘change of attire’, hopping into a rickshaw, choosing your working hours, merely presenting yourself before a prospective ‘bakra’ , sometimes without uttering a word, and gaining a neat sum at the end of the day to see the latest SRK flick in the newest multiplex (personally witnessed)..is ..well…survival of the fittest!
Farmers are fleeing from their lands ..its lucrative business elsewhere..Mumbai is exploding..
Move over communism..beggar-ism is here!