From my experience.

All of you have come across a laborer working endless hours on a construction project, tired and trying his hardest not to quit. He’s forced to do such heavy labor, not because he wants to by his own choice, but to feed his small children, to take care of his family, of his parents. He faces so many problems, so many hurdles in his way, weight on his shoulders, he’s drenching with sweat, mud covered body, but he doesn’t stop. Hurts to know right? Indeed inspiring but at the same time painful. The work they do, might look easy from a distance but trust me it isn’t. We treat these people so rudely, be so harsh to them and they never complain. The money they get for the job they do is so little, they deserve so much more. They deserve so much more respect than they get. 

We’ve seen families suffer; we’ve seen a thousand videos in school, on television, in various programs about their family’s grievances and honestly, who gives a shit? Who?

Think about this, people who work in well ventilated, air conditioned places get the highest of the salary there is and people who work day and night in the scorching heat get what of a salary? 

When you interact with the people who come from these poor villages, the blindfold is gone. You then know the hidden truth. We all know that poor people face sanitation problems, hunger & starvation, lack of employment opportunities etc but do you know that these are that section of people, whose wants, needs, problems are ALWAYS ignored? The head of this particular community doesn’t give a shit about them. No doubt that these heads have always made promises, promises giving assurance that everything is going to be fine, but can you see action? We’re all so busy in our schedules that no one cares whether these promises are really fulfilled or not.

The way they tackle problems, handle circumstances is really remarkable. These poor people use jungles for sanitation facilities and it’s not even because they want to, it’s because they have no other choice. Imagine us in their places, we’d run if we see a lizard itself! 

In my eyes, these people are the strongest. We crib if we get the smallest of the smallest cuts on our hands, we crib when we gets blisters, we keep whining and these people keep quiet, take in all the pain even they can crib but they don’t. They know they’ll be ignored, they’ll be cut off. No one cares, that’s why they always keep quiet.