A beggar stopped me in town during lunch hour. Bhaiya...bhaiya stop please! I stopped and started digging into my pockets for coins but the beggar kept calling “bhaiya..bhaiya. “Wait yaar...am giving,” I told the beggar. “No bhaiya, I don’t want any money but I want to ask you something,” said the beggar. “Ok ask?” I said. “Bhaiya, will I also earn more if I go and beg in front of the Parliament?” asked the beggar. “What! Why! Who told you?” I asked. “Arey bhaiya. We sit everyday and beg whole day. Sometimes we don’t eat for days, we sleep on footpaths and we getting very less from social welfare. “Bhaiya don’t give me any money but promise me that you will vote for me in the next election so I can be a Member of Parliarment also,” said the beggar.
As I tried walking away from him speechless, the beggar yelled from the back saying: “Bhaiya, it’s better to be in Parliament than on the streets because they get more there for sitting, eating and sleeping. “Bhaiya, soon they will be getting more for the drama we see during debates everyday. So please vote for me and I will think about you also.”
I walked away thinking, who deserves more.