Poor kid's Rich Dream!

I checked my watch. It was 1:51 PM as the car stopped outside my institute . I had to attend my English class at 2:00. I got out of my car and thanked my driver as I saw him leaving. I stood in the sun feeling it burning me until I felt something against my feet.

A little kid wearing a Bag that Read 'Lenovo' holding Shoe polish was trying to clean my shoes with a cloth.

'Hey! You don't have to do this!' I protested, bending down to his height, on my knees and Holding his shoulders firmly as I observed him.

He seemed poor. Poor as hell. He had a too much short hair cut. His skin was Tanned. Why was he working? Doesn't he go to school? Welcome to the real india, Laksh

'If I don't do this, I will have no money to buy food and Die of starvation' he said and smiled. Death? In such a young age?

'You want to eat something' I asked him as I stood up.
'Yes' he replied as he smiled. I checked my watch again. It was my time to attend the class. It was 2:00.
Classes can wait Laksh, This guy cant!
'Follow me' I said as I made my way towards NesCafé near my Institute.

'So why do you have to work? What do your parents do?' I asked,  walking.
'I don't have parents' He said, 'They died when I was young'
'So where do you live?'
'I live in my Grandmothers House. It is there' he said pointing towards the west.
I stopped as I was standing before NesCafé's door.
'Come in' I said to him as I held the Door open.
He was shy from entering the Cafe.
'Hurry up!' I said and this time he followed and came inside.
I took him to the counter and told him to order whatever he wanted to.

'This. This. And This' he said pointing towards a pocket Pizza, Sandwich and a  cheese patty.
I ordered all of them for him.
'You drink tea?' I asked him. He nodded. I ordered a tea too.
'Sit there. I will come and join you' I said pointing towards the round chair. He followed my instructions.

I pay the bill and took the tray containing all that stuff to the table.

'That's all yours' I said as he smiled again.
'You won't have?' He asked me as he stuffed a bite of everything in his mouth.
'No. I have had lunch. Hey, eat slowly. Its all yours. No one will take it' I said.
'So what is your name?' I asked him.
'Arun. My name is Arun' he replied sipping tea from the disposable glass.
'So Arun, why don't you go to school?' I asked with a serious face.
'Because I don't have money. My grandmother is old. She can't earn. That's why' he replied.
'Okay. What is your aim in life?' I asked him being intrusive.
'I want to become a police men. People will salute me than. I will have a large home. Large, Large car' he said as he spread his hands farther, signifying the size of his car.

'I guess it won't happen' I said.
'Why?' He stopped eating and looked at me.
'Because if you keep doing this, no ones ever going to salute you. You will never have a large home nor a large car' I said pointing to his Bag which contained shoe cleaners.
He became sad. Happiness fell of his face. Maybe he realized what I was speaking was true.
'So you know what you have to do to become a policemen?' I asked him.
'Yes' he replied with a smile.
'Can you tell me what is it?' I again asked him.
'Go to school' he said. Mission accomplished! I high five him.
'Okay Arun. I have to go' I said as I stood to leave.
'My grandma is also hungry' he said. I understood and went to the counter to get 2 Cheese patties packed.
'Here you go' I said handling him the little brown packet. He happily accepted it.
A group of people sitting next to us offered him their Sandwich. He took it and put it into the bag.
'Okay so lets click your picture' I said as I took out my camera and clicked pics of his happy face.
'Okay Arun. Bye!' I said as I stood to leave.
'I want to tell you something in english' he said.
'Okay!'
'Thanku' he said in broken english. I waved him good bye as I left the Cafe and Reached for the elevator. I entered it and pressed for Third floor.
It was 2:45. I am going to be screwed big time.
I entered the Institute.
'Where is Sir?' I asked the receptionist.
'Sorry Laksh, he has gone for a meeting. He wont come today, I guess' the receptionist said as I smiled.
Karma. What you give, you get....

The Swach Bharat Abhyan Swag!

I got out of Burger king with disappointment. No burger was able to feed my hunger. I was still hungry. I went to the shop nearby and asked for a Pack of Chips and Cold drink. I ate them all the mid way to my hotel, and threw them on the road.

"Hi!" A foreigner greeted me as I stopped near him after 10 minutes of Walk.  He looked like he was of 'british' origin. He was Wearing a large blue cap and aviators in Hot,  burning sun.

I was on my way to hotel from Connaught Place. I glanced at my watch,  It was Three of the evening. My family was waiting for me in the Hotel.

'Hi buddy. Any help you need?' I asked him. Athithi Devo Bhava is in our blood.

'Yup. I just needed some assistance with these' He said as he showed me an empty wrapper of 'Lays' and Two Cans of 'Pepsi' he was holding.

Whoa man! Did I come across as a municipality officer or some poor sweeper making that Gora ask me such question? I checked my clothes. I was wearing a red T Shirt and Blue Denim jeans. God, I never have seen a sweeper in such better condition. So why is he asking me so?

'Assistance as in what?' I asked as politely as possible. He smiled.

'I want to dispose them. But no Dustbin is here in my sight. Do you know where the bin is?' He asked. I literally laughed. If I was in his place, I would have Thrown those on the road and than Cursed the Government for not maintaining  cleanliness.
Ironic, isn't it Laksh?

'I am not a resident of this city. I don't know where the dustbin is' I said struggling for a straight face.

'Never Mind. I am Jack Luke. I live in NY' He said as he brought his empty right hand towards me. We shook hands and I told him about myself.

'So you are also staying in The Park!' He said after I mentioned him my hotel.

'Who else is staying in there?' I asked

' Well I am also. And My Delegations too' he replied with a smile.

Gosh why are these foreigners always happy? The joy on his face was brighter than a Person who just qualified for Delhi University's Cut Off.

'Lets go then' I said as we both started to walk towards the Hotel. He was holding those wrappers and cans firmly in his left hand, like someone protecting diamonds.

We talked about India. The Modi sarkar. I told him that he looks like those people in the swach bharat abhiyan ads who like to throw things in place. He laughed.

'So you mean you like the Swach Bharat Abhiyan?' I asked him.

'Yup. Your country needs a campaign to make people realize this whereas in my country, its our responsibility not to dispose waste in public' he said.

'That is very rude of you' I frowned. Boy he had a point.

'You know what, we get to pay fine if there is more than 25% of food in our waste' he said with a serious expression.

I would have been in Jail if such policy existed in India due to my food wasting habits.

We reached our Hotel. Still no dustbin was found. The impression of Indian Authorities in his mind must be worse.

He disposed those in the Large green bin outside the hotel, and than returned to me.

'Mission Accomplished' he said with a dazzling smile.

'Congrats' I said.

'Well did you recognized anything?' He asked.

Recognized? What? My poor country? Lack of Dustbin?

'No' I said, confused.

'Those were the wrappers and can you threw on road. I was watching you distinctly but I didn't said anything' he said. What the? Shit. I felt embarrassed in front of him. A foreigner teaching me 'How to be a good indian?' Shit

'I am S...Sorry' I said.

'Don't be sorry. Improve your actions. Remember US was also once like this only. We changed, the world changed' He said as I waved him and entered the elevators and went to my room.

My younger sister was having some sandwiches in the room. She declined to eat the rest and hence wasted it.

'Eat it! Remember US was also once like this. We changed, the world changed' I said to her. And my fate to say, she dismissed it like she always does......