I think it has been the endless quest of man to eradicate poverty. The reason for that is simple. No one wants to see another human being in misery and surviving on a day to day basis. But yet in so many parts of the world we do encounter poverty everyday. And for alot of people they become immune to it? Why? Is it because something dies inside of us and we just dont want to acknowledge anymore or is it because when we see a poor person struggling to make ends meet we thank god that we have been saved from such existence?
Now i have lived in a third world country most of my life. Where i come from you will find beggars on the streets everywhere from traffic lights to those going house to house. Out of a population of 180 million people, yes 180 million people almost 50 percent are surviving on one to two dollars a day. These are people who have 3-4 children and a household to run and most of them survive on 6000-7000 rupees or a little more a month. If i were to convert that into US dollars it would amount to a little less than 100 dollars a month!! A hundred dollars a month imagine feeding your children off that every month. Just thinking about such circumstances would force you not to work and become psychotic!
So why doesn't poverty end? There have been numerous schemes invented, numerous associations built, numerous organizations dedicated to that end. Still if anything poverty has been increasing? I still wonder as to the cause of that. The economist will pin it to the distribution of wealth, the sociologist will pin it to the structural in equality in society. Either way it is my guess that we are supposed to live with poverty till the end of time. Yes i mention the end of time again since it is on my mind these days. I have seen all kinds of poor people from the handicapped to the severely disfigured. Every time i turn them away something dies inside me. I help one it sometimes feels like a drop in the ocean. You help one a hundred other hungry mouths come to ask for help. Then the real gravity of the situation hits home. No matter what one person does is never going to be enough. I remember that situation from the movie blood diamond when the heroine of the movie realizes that whatever she does is never going to be enough. Its a gut wrenching feeling. It turns to jelly even the bravest of men.
Like any other decent human being i dont like seeing my fellow humans rumaging around trash to find a morsel to eat. A friend of mine put so succinctly the situation these fellows face. He said in regards to their situation "My diamonds are spread in a trash can". Indeed their diamonds are spread in a trash can, the difference in going hungry maybe finding one can of aluminum or two. I pray to God no one i know ever has to go through such a dehumanizing experience.
I know i have been rambling on for a while now without much point. It seems all over the place. At the end of it all my question is can poverty ever really end? Or is it a utopian dream that is never going to be realized? Will our fellow human beings live in humiliation and their future generations to come? Or is it necessary as they say someone has to sweep the floors, if everyone is rich who is going to do that? Looking for your erstwhile comments.