I Am a Beggar: A Forced Business

We all work for our family and future.  Also, we do get stuck in our work profiles, due to our own choice or circumstances. 

I reside in New Delhi but I work in a secluded area, which is about 75 km away from New Delhi.  When I was offered the job, I happily accepted it.  I thought it will be a wonderful experience to work in tranquility, away from the crowded home city.  This place is a small city in Rajasthan, the state of desert in India.  My love and imagination has given the city an artistic name called ‘Harmony’.   The original name of the city is different but for my inner satisfaction, I call it as ‘Harmony’.

Really, in my soul and the body, it gives me immense satisfaction, to live there.  Years back, Harmony was a village but later got changed into an Industrial hub.   However, magnificence of the place has remained. 

What I like most about the job is my journey to Harmony.  I feel intensely touched, when I see people and their lives, on my way to office. 

It’s marvelous to wake up early and drive.  Nice breezy wind and novelty of the air just adds to my peace.  The best element of my journey begins when I am just 5 km away from the destination. 

It’s an undersized road, surrounded by vegetation of wheat, with the view of mountains.  But there is something unusual in this element.  It is scrutiny of a person who is unsighted and is begging on the highway. 

This person raises questions in my mind; why does he risk his life for begging?  Why begging is so important for him and that too on the highway? There are trucks, buses and cars but this person is standing, pleading the people to pay him.   

One day, I decided to know the answers of my questions.  I stopped around, pulled this person off the road and sat with him.  He was very nice and humble.  I asked him why you beg like this, he smiled and started telling me about his life. 

(His life)

God gave me superior life, with my wife Lakshmi and two sons.  I couldn’t have asked more, as I have got the best family.  I was considered a wealthy man in my village.  This is because the village norms make a person rich, if he owns agriculture land and a home.