Good enough - I got some reviews... :D...!!!

I got some reviews for my earlier post. Some good, some neutral, nothing bad and some to improve that thought. I would like to highlight two of the thoughts from my friends Prashant Bacchewar and Hariprasad Govardhanam, which made me think a lot.
Let me explain the first one, Prashant asked me that “Do India has less job opportunities?” He also pointed out an example saying “We cannot find people to work in the farms.”
His argument was 100% perfect. So a part of 80% of people who are BPL is there because of their fault. Let us try to improve their attitude. We can help the other part of people who are trying hard, and who need some helping hand.
And the second thought was “How do you want to help them? Is it materialistic or in some other way?” This was asked by Hari. And his thought was “This dependence (the help given), if furnished, will only make them more dependent. We should encourage people to let them understand that they can improve themselves”
I felt that his argument was good. But just to add upon that “For the people who have basic amenities, the above would be a right thing to do. But for the people who don’t even have good food to eat, will this be a good thing to do? Let us feed them first, bring them to a position from where they can think about improving themselves. I don’t feel this would be crippling them by any means”
Money and material wouldn’t help anybody directly. In fact, it would increase the dependency. Money and materials spent in right way would be of great help for those 80% of people. One of the possible ways is to give education. And that’s why my ambition is to start an educational institution to the nation. This would be my returns to the nation which gave me everything.

By improving the status of the people, we can change India...!!!

Many people have always told that by changing themselves they can change India.

For them one small piece of information, according to IMF (International Monetary Fund) about 45% of us (Indians) are not getting even $1 per day and about 80% of us are getting less than $2 per day.
After saying this, I’ll put forward you some questions.
• How much money one require to have a healthy food, good dress and decent shelter?
• Do you think this $2 (approx. Rs. 96/-) will be sufficient?

Atleast, I don’t think so.
So, about 80% of us don’t have atleast one of healthy food, good dress and decent shelter. Isn’t it?
If this the case, How do you think they change themselves for good?
They need their basic amenities first, and this is the responsibility of the other 20% of us to provide them that. Isn’t it?
Let us provide the basic amenities required to survive and then let us leave them to change.

I feel by improving the status of the people, we can change India.

All they need is CARE..., Can't we give it to them who gave their entire life for us....!!!???

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor". So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed their dinners together.

Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when you get old." The four year old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled