A porter works hard all day carrying weights many more times heavier than his own weight. He walks the street with torn shoe. Cloths dirty, hands rough and hardened. In his home way back some remote village he has a family far larger than he could support. After a long days hardship few hundred Rupees is all in his pocket. Late in the evening he goes to some cheap Bhatti and fools himself thinking that he is relaxing. He is happy with that. At the end of a month he would send some money to his house which is never enough. This way he and his family may never have to sleep with empty stomach. He grows older and weaker; his son grows younger and stronger. One day his son would come to join his father. The father would retire while the son starts doing what his father used to do. Now his son would walk with torn shoes. His cloths dirty as well. Gradually his hands get harden too. He would also have big family back his village. At the end of a tiresome day he would have few hundred Rupees in his pocket as well. He would then go to same sort of Bhattis his father used to go and fool himself as did his father. Stereotype! It is. Had the father saved little money so that his son could join at least a government school back in his village, what would have happened then? If his son could have joined a government school and had completed at least eight standards or ten. He would not have to carry weights on his back. He could have worked in his village post office as a clerk or a messenger in any government office or so. After him his son would join a much better school than he did and his son would study more than his father did. And a day would come when children from that family would be going to colleges and universities for higher studies, some would be doing good jobs with a good pay or may either run their own small business. Sounds great? It is great indeed. It takes time. Here we are talking about transforming a life and it does take time.

Many of us must have seen the transformation. Your father took the trouble to study while his neighboring friend did not. After him you get into the trouble going school and then colleges and then universities while your neighboring friends did not. At one point of time in the history both the family shared same social and economical status but at present there is a huge difference between two - be it social, cultural or financial. Education makes huge difference in the way you think and the way you think is all that matters.

My name is Mr. Privileged and I was born in a rich family. His name is Mr. Underprivileged and he was born in a poor family. What!!!??? Didn't get it? Well the point we are trying to make it over here is that nobody chooses. It is simply not possible to choose where he/she would like to take birth. If there were options as such Choosing Mr. Underprivileged would have chosen to take birth in a rich family. We are lucky to have taken birth in a family which could very well support us. Feel secured not proud. So for those who find it hard to support their families we should offer our help. Should not we? We are just trying to do this.

Very true we should help those who are in need. But the question remains what should we do? Give few thousand rupees every month? Or pay their utility bills? What about helping them with food and shelter? Though not bad, best could still be done. Instead of helping them in a way which would solve their problems temporarily why not try and do something that would solve their problem permanently? Why not educate their children if they could not do by themselves?