It was in the 6th grade that we had a side course Urdu book entitled as ‘Muni aur (and) Nomi’; it was a story encircling the lives of two little girls. Muni; the poverty-stricken labor girl and Nomi; the girl belonging to the elite class. It was a thin book with smooth pages and wonderful illustrations. Being fond of smelling the books, I still have its fragrance fresh in my mind. I didn’t take much notice of its content until we finally started reading it in the class. The book hit me really hard. Never before had I been shown so clearly the realities of the difficult world where so many inner-city kids like Muni grow up. And never before had I been shown my own affluent suburban world as clearly as it looked against the backdrop of hers.
I began to realize that I had privileges I never knew were privileges: getting a solid education, never having to be concerned about the violence in my town or in my house hold, never worrying about parents who could not promise me food, or about sleeping without AC in the hot sweltering summers.
I started to wonder why these two worlds were so isolated from one another and how I could cross that divide. And I began to think about the possibility of transforming THEIR world into ours – a much convenient life for everyone on earth. As I grew up, with this in my mind, I realized at every step that it wasn’t as easy as it seemed under my childhood delusion. A phase came, where I completely lost the intense desire of joining the two disparate worlds. The feeling has somehow come back to me during the recent years. I have begun to think that though I could not play any part in bridging the two worlds but at least somebody has – although the transformation has been quite contrary to my reflection of thoughts. The transformation has occurred to bridge the gap by making life inconvenient for everyone on earth. If seen from a different perspective, the bridge has also immensely increased. Today, instead of creating a secure world we have created a world based on ruction and violence.
I may be as small to this world as a single drop to the ocean, but I guess if I want, I can and I will make a difference - that may not promise a better WORLD but at least a better CORNER for a few. Now that I have grown up, I realize I should not have given up my dream of changing the world and transforming it into something better. I realize that those who did not have a dream like mine, succeeded. I realize that even today I can make a difference but I am procrastinating – waiting for a revolution to hit the world and anchor the things on its own. Today, I see many Munis calling out for help – so I will use my writing to bring a little difference to the world.
I thank you all for reading my blog. I am not sure if it was something you enjoyed or not but I thought it was the best way to start it – by stating my ambition and my aim to bring a little difference through my writing. Thanks!