I have been postponing to write this entry for quite some time. I saw the news on TV quite a while ago about hunger in this country.
A mother and her two young sons died of hunger at home. Malnutrition everywhere in certain regions. Hunger in the middle of this very city that I live in, whose streets I pass by every single day. I really don’t think I need to put a picture here.
My heart broke. My tears as well.
To think that there is hunger in this tropical agricultural maritime country is beyond my common sense. To think that it happens on my doorstep without me–us?–doing anything much is beyond tolerance.
I sms-ed several friends. I received heart warming responses.
I know there is a vast, beyond-my-comprehension problem in the country that has led us to this situation, both the hunger and the ignorance. I understand very well that there should be a structural—almost political—change to improve the situation. I know.
Still, one response which the little ordinary me hold dearest to my heart was an invitation to do what we can, to be kind and attentive to those who are around us.
That office boy who serves us coffee everyday at work. That personal/taxi/bus/bajaj driver who takes us places at almost always “the speed of light”. That street hawker, that vegetable seller, that boy in the red-white stripe T shirt which we might not even notice.
Do we know whether they will have food on their table tonight? Do we know whether their kids have been well fed and have managed to stay in school? Do we even care?
I have been postponing to write this entry for quite some time. Because I did not know the solution to this problem. I still do not.
But perhaps that is my very problem. That is our problem. We feel so puzzled, insignificant and powerless that we do not do anything. At all.
It is time to do something. Anything. Start giving. Please.