Greens of concrete jungle

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POOREST OF RICH !

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I was intimidated to write on this when I yesterday read this 'news' in leading newspaper with the heading "Man takes wife to final abode on a push cart". This gives me goosebumps when I visualize the site Ramulu pushing dead body of Kavita on a push cart. My first emotion was sympathy towards him and his dead wife. But after reading, it raised many questions in my heart.  1. Ramulu had leprosy and was a street beggar. His wife died of acute illness. He wanted to bury his wife at his native village which was 80kms away from his present location. 2. Ambulance wanted Rs. 5000 to carry her body from "A street beggar" with leprosy. 3. 50kms he walked with push cart with a dead body and none of lacks of 'Live" people could even see that.  4. When body started smelling and he started crying inconsolably, people gathered collected money for her transportation and burial. Now lets evaluate ourselves, let us all feel in what kind of...
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The Lurching eyes !

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One humid but beautiful August afternoon I decided to gift myself a walk till nearby Grocery shop. The walk was pleasant but it proved me again that nothing has changed yet in-spite of so much of hoo-hullah on women's safety and so called empowerment. The distance was not even one kilometres but I felt I have come miles away.  As soon as I left safe cocoon of the wall of my society, on the main road I met happened to see two grown up boys riding a bike. I shall call them grown up because they were driving, and I understand  in our country driving license is given after 18 years of 'grown up' age.  I was crossing the road, though there is no such concept of Zebra crossing in our country, I was looking at all sides with my ultra alert eyes. The boys were daring also, I must say. The front boy or man or MCP was blinking at me again. The moment was actually funny for me.  I was bought up in a family where blinking is like a crime and consider...
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