having had a light lunch, i quickly felt hungry quite early this evening. i am not much of a snacking person – i usually eat my meals well, and then i am done. for the in between times, its only cuppas of tea. today though, was a frugal lunch consisting of a fairly small portion of tayir sadam.
so i walked out of my workplace this evening, wondering if i could find something worth snacking on. and just as i was thinking that, i saw this man selling boiled peanuts. not the plainly salted ones – but a tangy-spicy mixture of that, some chopped onions, carrots, coriander, spices and a dash of lemon. that, more tea and a smoke, and i felt perfectly satisfied.
consider for a moment, the following statistics –
– 854 million people across the world are hungry
– everyday, 16000 children die of hunger related causes somewhere. that is one kid EVERY FIVE MINUTES
i have always felt hunger is the worst form of poverty, ever. one could be denied anything else, and yet could survive, but hunger – i don’t know how people take it. when i see a beggar who says he/she is hungry, i try and feed them something immediately. i can’t give much, but i do give whatever i can, even if its just a cup of tea and some biscuits. i don’t think of organized beggary and other such issues. hunger moves me. and i do what i can – which isn’t much.
but strange as this may seem, most people whom i feed (and this happens quite often) don’t look like beggars at all to me. i don’t see them seeking alms. they pop out of nowhere – as if by a miracle – and ask me for food. and i can mostly see that shame in their eyes. according to this report, ‘Socially, the lack of food erodes relationships and feeds shame so that those most in need of support are often least able to call on it.’
in such a world, where millions go hungry for days together, it is but a miracle that i have NEVER gone hungry, ever. even this one instance, when i myself decided to experiment with begging for food, i was provided for by some kindly soul. and i can never stop being grateful for it.
Rarement nous pouvons découvrir un homme qui dise avoir vécu heureux, et qui, son temps fini, quitte la vie content comme un convive rassasié.
We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest. –Horace