Amongst all the names and tags of the brands that we can find in a trash can, we could only gawk at the brand names that capture our eye and interest. At times, I could hardly believe my eyes when I see dump bags out the doors of the rich community of our society, holding the name prints of the prestigious brands known world wide. I would think, “You could have better given it (the bag holding your filthy trash) to me!”
This is the love for brands of today’s nations. All the Logos, Tags, and loads and loads of expenditures on Advertising really brought us low wherever our National Interests are concerned. Huge stacks of banknotes are spent on the cargo, Courier services, and to my utter mortification, on the delivery of a simple pair of pants to Pakistan from across the globe!
In our growing world of trash cans, the growing need for cleansing has been sped up by the beings producing garbage themselves. Mounds and mounds of garbage are recycled every day, but the continuity of the process is slower than the formation of the wastage areas.
With context to the Oscar nominated film “Slumdog Millionaire”, it had been yet believed that the life in the slums, which has no certain end to the filth and grime and the least ways possible to live, could only be made better with just the right helping to a healthy brimmed wallet. Though in the film, the idea of the kid gathering bits and pieces of information from the filthy corners of his young life is far more inspiring than the colors that were applied to the theme palette of the film by the Director of Photography.
Leaving that behind, and coming back to the realities of the slums in our own areas, there, you would not be surprised in the same manner, but to look into the land spread affront your eyes, there is the easiest way to decipher the difference amongst the many types of slums your sight must have proclaimed to experience.
Out of the safety and air conditioned rooms of my house, there is an entirely different population living around. Humans again, but the ideologies, the stamina, and the perception of life itself is greater than any of our bank accounts. Living between the filth that we create, they spend their lives, each day as a new one, and every moment as the last. Between those human minds, the brands, the textures, the sweet fragrances are nothing but a piece of the severed land they are living upon.
Subtract the money, and there might not be a thing you will find amiss in their kind. To step in the slums, feel the importance that will be bestowed upon you, the faces that will light for the admiration of your status. The eyes that will follow you around awkwardly, yet making you feel welcome. The colors in the mounds of trash will become a source of inspiration, for that would be the only place you will be noticing the colors of the packs, the sun bathing them with a tinge of freshness.
To learn how to live, go and sit between these so called lower communities of our race. To them, each day is for new bread, not for the last night’s leftovers. For them, life is now.
For them, every moment, is Eternity.