Survived Challenges !!

Friends,

A 5 months wait is not fragile. So, here is a biiiiig haaaii......

With hearts throbbed, Kerala survived its second flood. The havoc, year after year celebrates its competitive spirit of being more havoc. After all of those regrets of false lifestyle, curses of fate and striving towards normalcy, it left leaving cautiousness in each and every mind of people all over Kerala. The laziness of rain towards a pause is a yellow card till date.

And during the time, I saw three groups of people in the politicized Kerala:
 One, people with a hand of financial help for the affected. Money flipped to authorized accounts with a stern belief on them, have had reached the expected, whomsoever the expected were !! The receipts must have had an obligation, I guess, I wish !!!!! 


 Two, including the capables as well as the incapables, whom I think are mostly ready to work really hard and are genuine towards whatever work they do. I salute you for the efforts. They lacked that belief on the availability of financial aid and chose a better intellectual way of their own, okay many ways and went on, from the beginning to the end.

 Three, this is so interesting. They were in their respective comfort zones, watching everything. Sometimes felt sorry for the condition, in between. Belief never matters for them at all during a silly flood. Sitting completely doing nothing, they were busy sharing tips on what not to do for the relief aids on their social media groups. I hope they eat and sleep well, today too !!!

Anyway, three of these taught us one or the other which can be remembered. In this place, where political reasons hide behind even an ant bite, survival shall never be that easy.
(Comments on this line planning to approach me will be uninvited guests. Thank you).

Witnessing something other during such peak times was more of pain, I could say. Being bored in a public place, I saw a group of five girls, in their teens enjoying their post school time chatting and pulling each other's nose, happily, without any water around them. We shared the same feeling of hunger by then, when they decided to chew something where I stood idle of dreaming the food awaiting me back home. The colorful packets on their hands made that attention seeking noise of everyone around. Within a minute, emptying the packets and clapping the leftovers down, the girls bid bye each other and walked away, happily. Now, the charming five plastics, on the road, in a round table conference position, accompanied me. 

I was worried to pity on what ! Their non eco-friendly act?? Their culture?? Their education?? or Their gender??

I mean, everything can be criticized during a crisis.

I proudly thought of my alma mater then, which carried out the swachh bharat abhiyan (even long before swachh bharat came into existence) every week, sometimes each single day, without a fail, ever !! 

The women before us, who fought for the right to education and all other things, seeing this, might be regretting on the other side of life. Inside the home, with a non-outer world connection was far better than contributing to the destruction, they might had murmured each other.

Dear flood, may you never come our way another time to bring back these plastics to our homes. We are already fed up. But never underestimate us as tired.  Fight is until to the tomb !!! 

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-until next time-