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Skipped Childhood

Many a times, we are captious by nature and find excuses to blame something or someone. How many times do we actually act? Sometimes Yes, Mostly No! Because most of us are just Too Busy To Care. At times, we might follow the issue, but fail to act on it. Many of us want to do something for society but are unable to take out time. We feel, we reflect, we want to contribute, to act but something comes in the way. We feel inspired, moved and also guilty for not doing that something, anything. Most of the time, that inspiration loses its way in our packed, no-time-to-think, no-space-to-breathe, BUSY schedules.


am too busy to care, but want to do something. Jaago Re and BlogAdda.com are helping me do my bit for the society.




I am sharing what 'I Saw and I Learnt' at BlogAdda.com in association with DoRight.in.


Child labor and poverty are inevitably bound together and if you continue to use the labor of children as the treatment for the social disease of poverty, you will have both poverty and child labor to the end of time.
-- Grace Abbott



We are too busy in our own world to look into those innocent eyes who work in dhabas, stores, ironing your clothes, they are all around and they are carrying burden on their shoulders to earn for their family  or god knows,for whom they have been exploited.We all are aware of this fact but never put  kind thoughts into action and I am not an exception , the one amongst you; was  suffering from TBTC [Too Busy To Care ] syndrome . A few months back, a child, whom my neighbor claimed to be of 15 year old was working for her family.They were using him, his childhood by occupying his time in household chores, he was working day and night just for food or may be for leftovers.I felt bad for him and asked my neighbor about his age then she said he looks younger than his age, I was skeptical about that but I was too busy to go further into the detail. One day my cousin came and saw him working so hard then he decided to file complaint against child labor  and teach my neighbors a lesson.The next day concerned people from child labor department came and sent that child to his native place, penalize them for such an iniquitous act. I was happy but I could be happier if I would have done this yet my cousin felt great of his doing and so I felt for him.
I got the lesson of life that one should take an action, one needs to go to an extra mile to transform the thought process into action.




Childhood is a stage
to rejoice,play,learn ,explore 
to draw beyond boundaries
to observe like a scientist
talk like an inquisitive mind
dream the fairy tale
color their vivid imagination




suddenly he got up from sleep
which was sweet indeed
but reality is something else
he skipped his days of childhood
he was forced to work
he worked and worked
never had a chance to speak his mind
he was named ''chotu''





for people's convenience
none had time to ask his name
people are too busy
to get their work done
to busy to give a thought
that he is a child
probably younger than their own child
just getting their work
for minimal wages
but at the expense of childhood
which is the age to play,learn and grow
but they remain chotu throughout their lives
and die with this name






Who is responsible for this?
We, who think but not act.





Where to complain if one comes across any incidence of Child Labour

 1. Police Station
Lodge a complaint at the nearest Police Station
Link to all Police Stations all over India: www.karmayog.org/policedepartments/

2. Labour Commissioner of the concerned State
For contact details of State Government Labour Departments, see http://www.labour.nic.in/

3. Prathan Helpline for Child Labour
Call 022 -  65134884 or email to kishorbhamre1@rediffmail.com
(Rescue helpline for Mumbai & Maharashtra)            
 For more details, visit http://www.pratham.org/

A toll free 24-hour telephone help line 1098 for children in distress can be accessed in 72 cities of the country.
CACL Central Secretariat: C/o- PECUC, VIII-H-26, Sailashree Vihar ,Bhubaneswar - 21, Orissa, India., Tel: 0674 - 2740178 Fax : 0674 - 2740432
This helpline, easily remembered in Hindi as “Dus, Nau, Aath”,  is presently working in the following 72 cities:
Agartala, Aurangabad, Chennai, Guwahati, Kanchipuram, Kozhikode, Nadia, Pune, South 24 Paraganas, Varanasi, Shimla, Ahmedabad, Bangalore, Coimbatore, Hyderabad, Kanyakumari, Kutch, Nagapattinam, Puri, Thiruvananthapuram, Vijayawada, Ludhiana, Ahmednagar, Baroda, Cuddalore, Imphal, Karaikal, Lucknow, Nagpur, Rourkela, Thirunelveli, Vishakhapatnam, Akola, Bhopal, Delhi, Indore, Kochi, Mangalore, Nasik, Ranchi, Thrissur, Waynad, Allahabad, Bhubaneshwar, East Midanapore Jammu, Kolkata, Madurai, New Jalpaiguri, Salem, Tiruchirapalli, West Midnapore, Alwar, Chandigarh, Goa, Jaipur, Kollam, Mumbai, Patna, Shillong, Udaipur, Agra, Amarawati, Cuddalore, Gorakhpur, Kalyan, Kota, Murshidabad Port Blair, Sholapur, Ujjain and Gurgaon.
Know more about help line http://pib.nic.in/release/rel_print_page1.asp?relid=21250 
or See http://www.karmayog.org/clnews/clnews_18944.htm











Humanity Dying On Roads






I am the one who is loved by my family
blessed with a caring wife
and an adorable son

My son is just an year old
I get refreshed with his warming smile

Life is so beautiful
and precious

With one collission
it changed

Once I opened my eyes
found myself near
the tyres of truck

I was lying on the enfeebling road
and my eyes were
asking for help
nobody came to me
the humanity was dying on the road

After 3 hours police called my closed ones
not a single drop of blood
visible on my body
not even a scratch
but something beyond  was troubling me
I could not breathe
something was pressing upon
I was taken to the hospital
but the hospitals were refering the case
taking support from oxygen
lying on stretchure in ambulance


My body was hurting
aching
my breathe was leaving my body
waiting in ambulance
for life
flashes of my son and wife was repeating in front of my eyes.

They need me and I needed more breath
to reach the hospital where I could get life
Life was never that important to me

Voices were fading
breathing was breaking
heart beat stopped

I am no more
but left my loved ones
crying
nobody can fill that Vacuum I created


I left a few questions to all those who pulled life from me:
1] Why did nobody bothered to save my life when I was dying on road?
2] Why did the hospital not equipped and try to save people when they need it most?

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