Conversation with privileged and underprivileged by Anushka Pandey

There are instances when you realize being privileged doesn’t tantamount to being compassionate. I don’t intend to generalize here but with a heart too heavy, I write this article to throw light on the complexities embedded in our society.
We talk about getting rid of the class divide; we contemplate about the utopian world where everyone gets everything equally. But sadly, this seems to be a far-fetched dream.
I engaged in a tete-a-tete with people from two different sections of society. I’d like to talk about the underprivileged first. When you engage in conversation with them, you’ll realize how there’s an uncanny resemblance in these stories of struggle and grief, pain and sacrifices. While my watchman uncle had to get to work after class 12th itself because of the early demise of his father, my maid aunty never got the prerogative to study in the first place because she was a girl. Most of them came to the consensus that even after attending school, there wouldn’t be any change in their fate per se. They question the power of education, they wonder if beyond those books if anyone really bothers about the nitty-gritties of the pathos they undergo every day. As Khaled Hosseini rightly said, “Zendagi Migzara” meaning life goes on, these people also vehemently believe while it would have been beautiful to have all the privileges of the world, they accept that they weren’t the ‘blessed’ ones and hence, they keep themselves updated with the governmental policies for any kind of aid they might get. They readily accept the ration provided by the government during the pandemic, also complaining meanwhile about the growing necessity of other essentials – money for education of kids, milk and other groceries of kids among other things.
Even in hopeless circumstances, they didn’t give up hope. And then there was the privileged class who sounded hopeless when they could instill others with a sense of hope. Almost every privileged adult who I interacted with was oblivious to the predicament of the child labor. While they commiserated at their best, they continued to show inclination to gain knowledge on the matter. However, the only spark of hope was that none of them had employed child at their home as a domestic help and they condemned it as well. When questioned about their reaction to the kids seen begging on road, almost majority of them refrained from giving them money for they believed it never solves the purpose – ‘they either give it to a bigger company under which they operate or they dissipate the money on alcohol or tobacco.’
Most of the privileged people take them to restaurants to satiate their hunger. While this sounds like an easy way to ensure momentary happiness – I really think that it’s high time these people take action, some serious ones, to try to eradicate child labor as a whole. Sitting in comfortable rooms with access to almost everything with merely one click- we can definitely read up on the laws and their plight in the very least.

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