We live in Delhi. It is a big city. Millions of people inhabitat it. All are not rich. All are not poor. The middle class has a sufficient population of its own. The life is very hectic. There is cut throat competition. A mad race is on. Rich people take pleasure in their richness. They spend money like water. They can get anything for asking. They have little difficulty in acquiring pelf and power. They boast of their power of money. They are rolling in excessive richness. Their luxorious lives may even put to shame the kings and queens of bygone days. They have enough and to spare. All the blessings of life are showered on them. Nature has been bountiful to them. God of Wealth has been extra merciful to them. They enjoy all the conceivable facilities. They are still greedy to acquire more riches, thus depriving of their poor brethern. They are busy day and night in amassing wealth.
They cannot feel content with what they have got. A yearning for 'more' is the cherished desire of such people. Even thier dogs subcist on (live) cheese, butter and meat. Their bread is buttered on both the sides. People say: God is in the Heaven, He is a great leveller, He distributes every thing even in hands. But in the matter of distribution of wealth, He seems to be prejudiced. He has been extra kind and gracious to a few, to handful people, whereas the biggest chunk (big share) of His creation is hungry and naked.
This world is a strange place. Here the rich are growing richer, the poor are growing poorer. There is no striking balance between the two anywhere. The rich reside in palatial (very big) buildings, eat the choicest food, put on the finest clothes and drive in the costliest cars. Their comfortable and cosy life may even blush the Mammon. This is one of face of life in a big city. And what is true of Delhi is true of Bombay, Calcutta and Chandigarh.
The other face is that of utter poverty. The poor live in slums, they rot in the sun and roll on the dust and dirt. Their life is no life at all. They virtually live in hell. They eat dirt, they sleep on dust. The earth is their bedding and the sky is their roof. They struggle for whole life to make both ends meet. They live from hand to mouth. They have nothing in the name of saving. Their miseries endless. Their troubles are countless. The disease visits them day in and day out. The rising prices break their back-bone. Their children are deprived of every opportunity. They remain backward. In due course of time they are dubbed as 'backward'. They are downtrodden right from the dawn of creation. They were born poor. They will remain faminish. They will diecoffinless. Their plight may compel even a hard-hearted to shed tears. Their rich brethern hate them, kick them and treat them with contempt ; as if they were 'untouchables'.
The basic amentities of life are not available to them. They spend their entire life in drudgery. They work like slaves. Even then they do not get a handful of corn to feed their children honourably. After all why this unequal distribution. One lives in bungalow. The other's very hut/shanty is demolished. The rich cannot bear a cluster of jhuggies and their dwellers living and breathing in peace. There they want to construct a five star hotel or restaurant. Their desires of growing rich are unlimited. They cannot put a check on them. The very existence of the poor people is unbearable to them. They are self-centered. They move in high society. They are least concerned about the poor and the needy. They use them for menial jobs. But they cannot give them respectable place amongst themselves.
