None of your business!!

Perhaps it is better for us not to fall for such issues.
'Why father' his curious mind rattled him 'WHY'
'It is none of our business.'
And that ended the conversation!

'It is none of my business' he thought
then what is my business
to go to school, study and work
eat, live and make a family
and then worry about sustaining
is that it, is this my business?

Nobody could have answered his questions
for in a place where the time plays tricks
and hides the hours, which seem less
to attend to one's own business
who could have taken out few minutes
to answer his questions, it was out of question !

And so he sat thinking on his own,
there were a lot of things to think about

Just yesterday his teacher in school
was teaching him morale science
after the class while going home
he saw the same teacher
throwing the banana peel and
a half eaten apple on the road
The dogs rushed to eat the leftovers
and a motor nearly crashed in one of the dogs
the dog after a long cry, gave up.
the body was lying there till the other day
when he went to school.

In school, the office peon often
spit the red thick liquid of 'Paan'
on the outer wall, staining it
Whenever he went for loo
the side tap near the broken window glass
was always running and wasting as much as it could
the administration had registered for the new tap
procurement, some 6-7 months ago
But the plumber shop across the road
was too far to reach.

On 15th august they celebrated their independence day
the school organized a parade and patriotic songs were sung
The chief guest, now a retired government administrator
sat in the school car, carrying with him
10 kgs of sweets served by independent India.
While returning home , he could see
the tricolor flags lying on the ground soaking wet in mud.

His father read about the news in the papers
'Tsunami again, we might as well hold a fund raising event in the society.'
His mother said ' Yes, good idea, we will also have dandia party along...
.. last time that BharatNatyam performance was very boring!!'
His father telephones the other Uncle's and Aunty's.
"Dad, can you give me 100 Rs., I want to give it to my friend.'
'Why? His parents will give him all he needs, none of your business'
'His father is no more, you remember they were on holidays in Andaman
when the Tsunami came last time. Tomorrow is his Mom's B'day
He wants to give a surprise gift...dad.. dad..'

'Mr. Mehta, I think we may want to have the Golgappa stall also this time....'

His voice reached none. Wind blew and flickered the pages of the book, which read 'The morals of life.'