Perspectives

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Those little whimsical, playful, and cheerful kids celebrating their no-school day blocking these small streets inside Kathmandu valley asking for small changes to buy extra chocolates and chips to the motorbikes and small vehicles that pass by. Those Lil kids had their own way of claiming their right to be loved. I could see their excitement when a bike owner extended a 10 rupees note out of his pocket. I could also see their sense of understanding when someone honestly said that he has no money at all to help them for their extra confectionery or a 30 minutes video game in a local cybercafe. Some gave, some didn’t. Some acted themselves like kids, told that they didn’t have bucks, and later gave them a 10. While some acted like a lawyer and told them that it was wrong to ask for money with random people on the way.


Just look around, it’s afternoon, and I am not inside an atmosphere of colorful papers and expensive brightness. I could see the young and middle-aged women with high-heels and smoky eyes. I could see the young and middle-aged men with converse shoes and smoky eyes. The women were coming back from Pashupatinath temple, and so were the men. Today, my eyes are free to see, and heart, free to observe the celebration of Mahasivaraatri everywhere.


So, what’s the difference between those nicely given easy bucks and those cheeky bye-bye without extra love for their chocolates. Maybe those that helped to add the extra chocolates took that happening as a fun and became more empathetic to the mischievous psychology of those children. Maybe they fed their mind with kindness and found happiness in others' comfort. Maybe, those givers are purposely or unpurposely passing the impression to those kids to be more kind and generous as they grow up. Maybe that’s how they were brought up. And maybe those that didn’t help to add the extra chocolates took that happening as an unnecessary activity and became more logical towards the pursuit of those children. Maybe they fed their mind with logic and reasoning that giving them some easy buck might misinterpret the reality of the world in those kids’ minds, and how the real world isn’t as smooth as Tennessee Whiskey but full of struggle.


Both of them were raised in different environments and circumstances that made them have their own school of thought. Both of them had their own perspective. No one was right, no one was wrong. They just acted based on their lifelong upbringing process witnessing certain and different circumstances till then that built their distinct perspective and made them who they are. The incident was just the way it was. Those Lil kids were asking for some money for chocolates.


And here I am taking that occurrence with a couple of possible points of view I possibly could calculate after witnessing that incident.

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