I was on my way to board the Villingili – Male’ ferry to work, this morning, when in front of Khaandhaan Fihaara, a young boy – about twelve years old; walked up to me and asked, “Beybey, rufiyaa eh libidhaane tha?”.
I have this habit of walking with my head down; so I looked up and after pulling myself together from the unexpected request, asked the boy what the money was for. He said he wanted to by “a juice petti”. I thought for a while and told him that I had twenty Rufiyaa in one Rufiyaa note, so that I could give him a rufiyaa when I get change from the ticket counter.
The boy smiled, walked with me for a while and joined two of his friends at a distance, and walked away with them. Though he left, the “weight” of the incident was heavy on my head. It bothered to think of what our society has turned into.
Then again, the art of begging is the culture that we have been conditioned into! Children see it around them every day. We are a people who beg for housing, food, shelter, clothing, medical care, employment, leisure and everything else in our life.
We, the people who specialize in “the art of doing nothing” are the unfortunate beggars, who live in paradise!