Thursday, May 14, 2009

Children of the Streets

It can be daunting at times to encounter a bevy of young children (who should be under ordinary circumstances similar to their privileged counterparts playing with toys or finishing their homeworks) out on the streets selling flowers, books, trinkets, or begging for money. These children of the streets (poignantly captured and glamourized in Slumdog Millionaire) are, without a doubt, as street smart and savvy as they are robbed of childhood memories typical of your and mine. From an even younger age, most of these children are forced to earn their own and their families' livelihoods. Whether by begging or through selling trinkets, they are expected to return home with enough cash to guarantee some food in their bellies and another day of looking forward to the same challenges again. Let us not also forget that most of these kids who go home to their families at the end of the day are generally regarded as the fortunate ones. Oftentimes, you hear of horrific tales of young children being pimped out to lecherous clients for sex. With all of these harrowing and life-threatending prospects engulfing them each day, it is always a surprise and a relief to encounter these young urchins offering flowers with huge toothy grins and words of encouragment to buy. 

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Tish, let me share this amazing story with you:

as a colleague of mine was showing pics of her new born baby and other members in her fam i came across a pic of a 5 yr old boy on her mum's lap and asked her who the kid was. she told me its her chuta bua's son and they sort of adopted him when he was a little boy. This kid doesn't sleep on the floor - he has his own bed, is treated like he's really a part of the family - not like a servant. He visits his home (in the slums) from time to time and although his father is a farmer, he's happy the son has a better home and is being loved. he's also going to school which is being paid by his real parents and his 'other family' what’s more when i told my colleague that he truly is a blessed child she said they consider themselves as the lucky ones as they completely adore him and vice versa.

Doesn’t it make you wish that we (me included) could open our hearts more and help children as much as we could??