If my day to day responsibilities were taken care of and I could throw myself behind a cause what would it be? Being a writer with a cause…How vain it is to sit down and write when you have not stood up.
Of course causes do matter. And the world is changed by people who care deeply about causes—about- things that matter. We don’t have to particularly smart or talented; neither do we need money or education. All we really need is to be passionate about something important; something bigger than ourselves and it’s that commitment to a worthwhile cause that changes the world.
There are lot of issues that could definitely do with help.
- Schooling before 5yrs.—not advisable
- Writing before 8yrs—not advisable
- Responsible citizenship.
- Civic sense
- Prevention of cervical cancer.
- Movement against use of mobile phones on roads.
- Garbage disposal.
- Premarital counselling.
- Prepared parenthood.
Since I am already working with the campaign against sanitary wear be it children’s diapers, feel sanitary towels or keep dry adult diapers I shall not waste space here.
When you take the day train from Goa to Mumbai particularly the Mondovi express, people get into the reserved sleeper compartment, starting from Ratnagiri, and it gets worse when it reaches Khed. Most tickets are wait listed passengers, or passengers with general ticket. Which means there is a separate compartment for them yet they crash into the reserved compartment. If you want to stretch on your birth they sit over you. The ticket checker conveniently vanishes.
During the return journey its worse, the train leaves Mumbai at night. The waited listed passengers are already there on board. They push your baggage out and sleep under the berth.
Let me not even talk about the baggage, people seem to travel with their entire household. Food packed and empty containers or zip locks are dropped right there or just out of the window.
I remember a relative of ours who was a wait listed passenger travelling from Delhi to Pune, there was also a woman traveller travelling from Delhi to Pune, she was RAC. When the cancellation came by the ticket checker allotted the seat to the woman, and told my relative that he could occupy the RAC.
At home my relative complains “she anyway had an RAC, I was willing to pay him an extra 1000/- but he gave her the berth.”