Letter from Arjun

Hi,
My name is Arjun "xyz", I am 12 yrs old and male since birth. One very important thing I would like to mention before we move further,that I am writing this letter from future.
Yes, you are a good "abc" yrs back in time. What? I am in which year? Well, not mentioning the exact time and the exact caste/sirname is my game.

I know what u must be wandering, how can someone write a letter from future? Well my dear GPs (we call our grandparents GPs) answer is with you, I am in future, and getting into technical details would make this letter a sci-fi. I also know you are growing up, chasing me, but take serious advice, don’t grow, nothing has changed over abc years, don’t believe me? Ok just pay attention, over the following facts:
America is still dominating all the countries
Our country leaders are still the same (if I forgot to mention I am in India)
Sachin Tendulkar is still the best batsmen in world
Salman Khan is still single and his movies still rock.
and if by chance you are in 2010, just to tell you nothing happened to Mr. kalmadi!

So, I study in class 5th, and today I had a usual day, but just thought of writing to you, oh I forgot to mention one thing, we still have reservations for various castes and classes.

So I got up this morning, and realized that there was no water in the tap, my dad reminded me that its Thursday today, and our category people do not have the reservations for water on Thursdays.
How stupid am I, it happens every Thursday and then I have to remind my dad that we don’t get newspapers as well on Thursdays .

Then we drove to my school, after stopping at traffic lights, waiting for our category light to go green.
Finally, I reached my school "pqr" minutes late, (yes my game is still on) but thankfully wasn’t punished today, but was made to sit back on the last bench, not as consequence of reaching late, but as a consequence of the reservations. Then an important announcement was made by our Thursday-monitor that tomorrow will be a national holiday for "ijk" caste, I didn’t know what kind of national holiday was that.

I reached home late, due to obvious reasons; our category lights were the lasts to go green, and then these things kept happening throughout the day, I could not play, cartoon channels were blocked, dad also got late coming home, and finally there was power cut.

After having candle lit dinner with my united family, it was time for my homework, and just after the following thing happened I started writing you this letter.

The first question I had to solve was-
1. India is a secular state, True or False?

A DOZEN BY TWENTY-FOUR BANANAS

Few days back, I was at Ghaziabad railway station, late afternoon; I had to catch my train to Saharanpur . Like any railway station in India, Ghaziabad station is also dirty with an unhygienic outlook. Normally I would grab a coke and listen to music, pretending I am not there, ignoring the mendicants, the destitute, the handicaps around me, because over the years I haven’t been able to gather enough courage to witness these diversities of life, to actually have the guts to look into these guys. But this did not happen today, I forgot to put my earphones and was stranded looking at the scenes around me.

I was looking at a family where three small kids half naked, were lying on the platform, and a women, most probably their mother, very lean and thin, her thin arms coming out of her blouse sleeves looked like a bamboo hanging out from a tent, she was breast feeding another of her child, and I wandered what else was left inside her to be transferred. Then someone tapped me from behind, a poor girl around 7 or 8, carrying a baby in her hands, asking me for some money, I am very bad at ignoring poor girls, I gave her 10 bucks, don’t know why, whether I wanted her to go away and eat, or I wanted her to just go away and help me not facing the reality, don’t know I was good or I was coward.

There was another family, a good rich Punjabi looking family, not only the look but the language too made them look Punjabi, they were having a good time eating bananas and sharing a joke or two. One of the family kids gave his banana to a dog, since the dog was giving him a dogs typical “please give some to me” look. Perhaps the dog did not like the taste of banana as it ate only half of it, and left the rest on the platform, then to my biggest shock, a poor child, with all of mother earths dirt on his body ,who was noticing all of this, came running and picked the same left over banana and started eating it……………

It happened a week back, but I am still not over it. Guys, I appeal to all of you, please do not waste any food, it is very precious, so next time when you leave food at some restaurant or your canteen, do remember there is something better you can do with the food.......