There he is again. The railway station, the traffic signal, outside the temple, the multiplex or the plush restaurant. He is everywhere, much unlike God, I would say. He reminds me constantly of being trapped in a balloon, colourful from within, and seems like a world to me, but finally just a small balloon from the outside. He is the symbol of life, and its uglier side, a symbol of luck, or the lack of it. There is no difference between him and me, except the places where we were born. He could have been as easily me, and I could have been him just as easily. Begging all day, just for a few rupees to get a one-time meal, I reconsider how lucky I am. And how lucky you are too my friend, well if you are able to read my blog on Internet, you are luckier than about 80% of the people in India. So after years of looking at them, ignoring them, criticising them about having their bodies intact and still begging, I decided to do a simple thing, just give them a rupee everyday. I tried it out this week, and gosh, was it satisfying? More than anything I have done in the last few years. So now I carry a rupee with me, and off it goes to the first chap who cares to beg it from me (looking at my appearance, it is rare, you see!). Just a rupee a day, maybe one cigarette less a week ought to cover it, and I am done - doing my part in this enormous task of changing the world. Again, to the critics out there, I know giving alms is easier than providing employment, eradicating poverty and blah blah...but I am selfish, and I choose DOING the easier part, than simply talking about the difficult ones.