Is there an end to the class disparities between rich and poor?

In a cluster of mud houses on the outskirts of National Capital Territory of Delhi live hundreds of impoverished humans surrounded with filth and mire. Among these poor souls live a tween whose frail bones and pale skin speak volumes about his poverty. Guddu, as he is named, assiduously learnt backflips, somersaults and handstands all on his own just to impress the affluent urban dwellers in order to receive a handful of alms. Most of these outcasts earn their meagre living through subsistence activities or begging like Guddu.

It's a usual cold day in the winter months of the capital and Guddu is out on the streets, in a worn and torn sleeveless vest up above the secondhand shorts, shivering but obstinate about going through his business to earn livelihood despite the extreme weather. For hours on end, he keeps performing the gymnastic moves obviously unaware of the term we are using for his flamboyant moves without receiving alms until an overseas visitor stifles his act to not only give him some money but also talk to him. Having taken no education whatsoever, Guddu fails to comprehend his language entirely. Luckily, the tourist had come prepared to this country with a bit of hindi training which allowed him to convey a part of his message to the boy, “ thumaaraa ghar car se" he said. The boy mounted the car seat and directed the foreigner to his house.

Upon reaching the slum area seldom traversed by the rich who felt like slumming in such places, the visitor is disgusted by looking at the extreme conditions these poor people are living in. Richardson,the tourist was a biologist who was visiting India to scrutinize these impoverished and inhumane conditions on the advice of his Indian follower, Rajeev. He forthwith calls Rajeev as he would have struggled to even introduce himself to these uneducated poverty-stricken people. Once Rajeev comes, Guddu is able to communicate with these two potential messiahs and spares no effort in exposing them to his severely ill mother without whom he would turn into an orphan. Although they could afford the expenses of his mother's treatment, it would have rendered no difference to the conditions of millions and billions of such poor people.

Rajeev turns to his mentor for the solution and the visionary Canadian doesn't disappoint him. After hearing the plan by Richardson, Rajeev puts it forth in front of Guddu who acts in harmony. As planned, he surreptitiously jumps into the compound of the industry owner's house and uses his athleticism and agility to climb the high walls and cunningly enters the bedroom through the open windows. He ransacks the house all in stealth and comes out a few minutes later with a bag full of money in his hands. He furtively escapes the danger zone where he just committed a covert burglary. When he comes back, he finds a couple of doctors examining his mother with Richardson and Rajeev smiling at him. He also smiles and gives that bag to them who pay the doctors out of it. Next day, Police come knocking on the boy's doors whose act has been captured in the CCTV footage. He happily puts himself in the handcuffs and goes with the Policemen well aware of the fact that the plan is working. Rajeev and Richardson on that very day anchor these hopeless poor people and tell them what to do next. At the same time, they travel to other slums in the city and advice them their moves in predictable circumstances. Both of them then apply for Guddu's bail which leads them to the judiciary where they openly fight for the boy's justice. Expectedly, their voices remain unheard and turned down but at least they succeeded in attracting the media towards themselves.

From the next night, the poor stole from the wealthy night in and night out. Soon enough, the prisons fell short on spaces for accommodating all these burglars and the masterminds were yet to be arrested by the police. This gave them enough opportunities and incentives to lure more people in this revolutionary initiative. Finally, they caught media's attention and Richardson led from the front with an amazing speech live on television: “ I can happily claim that my brainchild which seemed nothing more than a diddly effort to end poverty has advanced into a nationwide rebellion against the inhumane treatment of the impoverished by the entirety of the rich world. We've successfully embedded in the miserables' psyche that the lack of opportunities they have, the mediocre life they're living, the malnutrition they face and the untreated and incurable diseases they host can all be retreated and overcame if they get their asses up to fight for their lives. I don't intend to be taken as some sort of extremist but even if you do perceive me that way, I'll have no regrets because the ever increasing disparities between the rich and the poor could be reduced and even dissolved only if this movement is undertaken worldwide and subsequently heard by the highest authorities. Thank you.”

After this precise effusion, Richardson wasn't far from getting his prophecy fulfilled. As it turns out, the rebellion has been endeavoured into the entirety of the developing world where poverty is rampant. The revolution has extended its foothold everywhere and it's only a matter of time before something big happens. Just following a few days of mass rebellion in developing countries like India, Bangladesh, Venezuela, and Nigeria, UN has holded its emergency General Assembly meeting to launch their discretion in this imperative matter. As the meeting has ended, UN has officially announced a rejuvenation of the social, political and economic life with the solidarity of all its member-states. The restructuring promises sacrosanct sustainable development, free quality education to poor all over the developing world, complete nuclear disarmament, revitalization of the education system with more emphasis on practical application and pollution free industrial development among other things. Not only that, all the burglars who committed the crime in order to bring positive changes to this planet have been aquitted and released including Guddu. The biologist and his follower are all smiles as are the primary reformers of Guddu's vicinity following their unbelievable restructuring of a digressed humanity.

This story might be fictional but I believe the resurrection of an egalitarian humanity would start from some interpid act of rebellion from the sufferers themselves with the visionary yet intelligent mind of a human quite like Richardson.

Thanks for reading.🙏

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