things people do
There is this orphanage which is supported or in way adopted by our batch. It’s a sort of tradition which every sophomore is supposed to be withholding and as to who started this tradition and when, I don’t think anyone would have a slightest idea. It’s kind of cool though, raising all that money and doing something for the society and for a change, it really gives us a chance to do something worthwhile with our parents money which we all believe comes from a tree and as such meant to be squandered of on girls or booze or other nick-nacks. What’s more at the end of this fund raising and all, those desirous, get to go the orphanage and spend time and play around with children’s. This really happens to be the best part of all because girls get to play mommies and guys get to play daddies with the kids and their mommies as well. Really nothing could be sexier than a girl with a baby balancing on her hip. It brings all the memories of all those aunties trying to manage their kids flooding back to my mind. Why it is so that the forbidden fruit appears to be so enticing and so sweet to all of us? Anyways it’s supposed to be about the orphanage and our charitable instincts, so I will get back to heaving bosoms and maternal love some other time. It’s all supposed to be about charity, right raising money and all, and charity as far as I know is all about identifying and empathizing with a cause. Everything is going fine, I mean this fund raising, we raised sufficient amount of money and participation has been overwhelming but somewhere down the line something went wrong. It has nothing to do with fraudulence or deceit of any kind; it is just that I observed a streak, a strange sense of competition engulfing this whole event. There is this sort of race that has infatuated everyone, a race to raise more money than previous year, a race to do better than what our seniors did. It’s not wrong actually but in all of this, the core or the soul behind all this is lost, the main motivation that should have been alleviation of poor and bereft children is lost somewhere. Charity isn’t about money; actually it has more to do with believing and standing up and identifying yourself for a cause, if money would have been the solution to all the woes than I think this world would have been a lot happier place. More often than not, I have seen people using charity as a means of redeeming themselves for the sake of the society or for the sake of the company they keep, they think by donating a certain amount of money they could buy for themselves a better place or position in the scrutinizing eyes of the people. It more about consumerism than helping people and in a way we all seem to be a part of it because deep down we all want to be remembered by the people, we want them to respect us and think of us when we are gone and for most of us money seems to be the only vehicle capable of making us unforgettable and indispensible in people memories. More often than not, I have come across places like temples and churches swarming with objects with people names inscribed on them, all these objects seems like epitaphs to me and really could help but see beyond the futility of all this. I really can’t understand as to why we have hide behind the layers of charitable demeanor to make ourselves seem more lovable, if charity is the sole motive behind all this then why doesn’t anyone from my batch actually thought of going to that orphanage through this intervening one year, why it’s now that they are so overzealously accumulating for this cause, tell me if they are so interested in doing something for those poor and bereft children why didn’t they came up with something like this any sooner. It’s complicated really, people and their treacherous minds and their desires to outlive their deaths, is what that really makes them take up things that they otherwise would very much overlook. Like my friend says that the overall motive behind the people giving money is not the children’s or their welfare, it’s rather the fun in the form of impromptu picnic that they are really seeking and once all of this gets over they would all go back to their pathetic and confined lives without even giving a damn about the children’s. I know what I am saying may sound completely weird and antitheses to the popular doctrine of being loved and remembered but really it isn’t immortality that I am after for I want people to forget me when I am gone and I don’t want anyone to carry on my name and my legacy. The people who are supposed to be organizing all this happens to be my best friends and they are amongst the few people who actually might be reading this, so apart from losing my readership, I am actually running a very high risk of getting my ass kicked out as well but I had to say all this for I cannot sleep with a stone over my chest.
I know at the end of this there are going to be a lot of unrequitted bosoms oozing with maternal love, so if any of the girls in my class ends uo being knocked then this time around it won’t be because of immaculate conception.
