Sometimes I wish I can go the extra impossible length to help someone. I wonder why this is a recurring feeling to me. Maybe to some because of attachment, maybe it's because I want someone to be this for myself. Maybe out of compassion,very pure compassion with no logic behind it. Maybe to find false security in their validations, approvals of us. I don't have any clear answer.Sometimes, it's one of them or sometimes as different permutations. But then reality kicks in. Though the idea is noble.Execution is the problem. First you can't, you are not a god(just having the saviour complex or god complex). Second, when you loose yourself to help one, opportunity cost is your potential of helping many or the same one in multiple ways later. Also, you maybe ruining their experience by the out of league help out of your concern, compassion or love. न हम-सफ़र न किसी हम-नशीं से निकलेगा हमारे पाँव का काँटा हमीं से निकलेगा This realisation is okay. As everyone has to ...
Baban was a marginal farmer in a small village called Jhumri Tilaiya,Koderma district of Jharkhand.He and his family never left his paternal village.This village was deprived of even the basic amenities needed for survival.Even after that,what's there to worry for Baban if there's no alternate world,other than his small village.His life was going smooth until one day. This very morning was same as usual.But today,Baban is excited that his wife is returning to him from her paternal home. He wanted to welcome his wife with her favourite "Makai Ki Sabji"(Corn based vegitable).So,he went for his fields to bring some where he planted it for his livelihood.Reaching there,to his surprise, what he found,that his entire field went missing.A concrete road was built overnight on Sarkar's order.Everyone else's fields remained intact, only Baban was fortunate enough to have the blessings.Baban was in shock.He had heard the stories of Sarkar since his childhood,but never ex...