Poverty

I was very young then. Sitting at the peak of poverty, the mother is drowning in the extreme misery of life, taking the burden of our broken family on her shoulders alone. He was always busy feeding our five hungry mouths. I learned from watching mother, how crazy people can go just to collect two handfuls of rice! The cheapest rice in the market, accompanied by only salt and half an onion, was limited to a dozen potatoes stuffed with broth. We never crossed that line. Patil's distasteful stomach while everyone else chewed Gogras in satisfaction of Biryani, I Nawabzadi did not want to eat it. I would like to indulge in a little shuntki or a few scrambled eggs. I never knew how my mother felt because I couldn't protect that little bond; I never understood, how much disgust, how much pain, how much sadness would accumulate in the corners of our mother's eyes due to that disability. Mothers who cannot feed their children are the most wounded creatures on the sharp edge of this world. Who is sadder than them? A starving woman can commit suicide if she wants to, but a starving mother cannot starve herself to death even if she wants to. Although it is easy to become a mother thanks to medical science, it is very difficult to become a mother. In the house of extreme poverty, there is no such thing as rules, law and order, love or affection; There is only hunger, hunger and hunger! In the city of hunger, there are no barricades of rules, no charts of love. There is only salted white rice! In the house of hunger, the name of poverty is prayer, and the name of rice is love. Therefore, the mother would atone for the extreme sin of showing so much luxury as wanting to eat torn pieces of scrambled eggs or sometimes fish broth by slapping her hand or abusing her in unspeakable language. That's how day after day that little stupid me was slowly growing up with such intense pain and suffering.

To be stuck in life education. What is the need for a poverty-filled hunger plate? When I was young, I often thought, there is no mother as bad as my mother in this world who kills her child if she wants food! I didn't understand anymore, if I want, a mother can give me her life with a smile, but from where will she give me that food!? Life is not in one's own hands, but the food is in the hands of destiny! I used to see, beat me at will and go to another room, mother would keep the door closed for a long time. When mother came out of the room, I would see that her eyes were bright red and puffy. I don't know what kind of pain the mother felt! The life that is swaying in the swing of the vision, his diary is like this! I was growing up slowly. Realized that our entire world is basically made up of high walls of scarcity around us. Come here and go there, our lives are tied to the strong poles of want and hunger all around. Freedom from this pole should not be matched by anything. In the morning, wrapped with dye-tea, in the afternoon and at night with the vegetables collected from the pond or a few sticks, as if our three-day stomach is tied in an inextricable cycle. Even if I saw someone eating a little bit of fish somewhere, I would think, ah, what a beast! Slowly I learned to understand that if you reduce milk and sugar in tea, you can make an extra cup of tea. It can be cooked. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough to get a half-boiled egg, I would take a long time and eat it very comfortably. This is how I know my life, and understand the war. I felt that the greatest teacher in this world is poverty, which teaches all the tricks of life, numbers and calculations from hand to hand. He has never seen poverty, he does not claim to be wrong, he knows life perfectly! Does literature need to civilize the world? The stomach that is covered with hunger, does literature fit in that stomach at all? That literature is for people who are full! Literature is not digested on an empty stomach, only food, food and food are needed on an empty stomach. Those are literature Those who cook and go to literature, they all get full before the literary feast! Literature does not come out of Khalipet, only sighs come out. You say, want to civilize this world! But have you ever thought that those uncivilized people who are full of hunger in broken houses crush your civilization under their feet three times a day? What is the civilization of that world, the world that still trembles with hunger!? It is not literature, civilization or law to civilize the world, but rice, rice and rice are needed to civilize the world! A civilization that is not built on rice, but on bricks, soon that brick will break the head of that civilization. O socialists, free the world from hunger before civilizing it. The stomach doesn't understand civilization, it only understands whiteness. There is no greater barbarity than to dream of nurturing civilization by keeping hunger alive. I thought that one day I will be a very civilized person. I will also write my name in the group of civilized people. I grew up in hunger, not civilization. So I always had the will to be civilized. These days I'm growing up, I'm getting old instead of growing up! Now I don't have that poverty anymore. But the skin, scarred by the whip of poverty, is still there. Poverty goes away from life leaving poverty marks in life. That scar is what makes people know life. In that childhood, I was looking for civilized people, now I am only looking for people; Look for hungry people, whose belly is full of hunger, only hunger, hunger and hunger! It's hard to live hungrily, I know. The great literature of the world comes out of the vagina of hunger. I am looking for people, I am looking for people in alleys and alleys. I am not looking for civilized people anymore, I am not looking for cultured people, I am only looking for hungry people. Today I am only looking for hungry people to give two handfuls of white rice in one leaf. Civilization and culture can never advance by keeping hunger alive. I see today, every person in the world is very needy. Even in the crowd of big socialite's big name-expensive cars, the lack of more cars and houses is increasing! Big minister-deputy minister 

more big leaders big bag of rice big lack! It lacks more...more crores of banked millionaires in cash. More... more lack of glory for the powerful and powerful. There is no end to these shortages! The more he has, the more he lacks. All around there is only scarcity and scarcity. In the crowd of so many famous and expensive needy, some people, and nothing else, only lack two handfuls of rice for three meals a day. All kinds of needy people get everything...everything they want, only those who need rice don't get two handfuls of rice. To understand true relativity, look at scarcity will be.