Who is the Beggar?


I come to the temple by walking with my bare foot. You come to the temple in your costly bike or car and then go inside barefoot.

I am wearing a dirty shirt and a torn shorts, covering my forehead with one hand to escape the sun. You are wearing a muddy colored t-shirt and a knee torn jeans with a cooling glass resting on your head.

I have a bigger bag bundle around my shoulder consisting of my required clothes and money, which I can take and go anywhere I want. You have a small wallet in your jeans with a couple of currency notes and credit cards. You lock everything in your vehicle and recheck it and then go to the temple.

When I ask for money, you ignore me and don’t even care to throw in some coins. But inside the temple, without anybody asking, you take out a 50 or 100 rupee note and drop it in the donation box.

I ask you to provide me with some money so I can eat for the night. You refuse that. You ask the god inside the temple to provide you with more money and fulfill your wishes. And you expect him not to refuse that.

I eat with my brothers and sisters together, not by blood but by the bond. I sleep on the vast earth as my bed and the dark sky as my blanket. I talk and enjoy and spend time with my family and friends and share what we have. But you live in a locked cage called your bungalow. You have no relatives or friends to speak with and spend the night. You and your wife sleep a lonely night. You don’t share anything and only keep on accumulating more and more.

And then finally, in the end, you label me as a beggar. You tell me to get out of your way and then you disrespect me. You condemn my begging and then you go and beg yourself inside the temple. I wonder who is the real beggar here? Or is there any junior, senior beggar post going on?

When will you realize the truth? We all are beggars. We have been given whatever we have, including materialistic and non-materialistic, by a greater power as an alms upon the poor and needy. Every human is always in need of more and asks more. So, everybody is a beggar by definition. The richest person is the one who is most satisfied and content with himself and the world.

So, without any disrespect or bad intention and with a healthy humor with a bit of truth, this beggar calls upon all my other beggar friends to have a beautiful chat under the stars and keep laughing and make others happy. Cheeriooossss….  😁😄😊👍


Image source : newsgram.com


30 Comments Add yours

  1. reactionarytales says:

    You know I never actually thought about it like that but you are so right. We’re all beggars in some form or another.

    1. Varun says:

      thank u.. 😅😄

  2. This is so true…I ask you to provide me with some money so I can eat for the night. You refuse that. You ask the god inside the temple to provide you with more money and fulfill your wishes. And you expect him not to refuse that.

    Take away from your beautiful written post is…Label is relative we are all of part of this whole equation.

    1. Varun says:

      thank you sooo much.. 😊👍

  3. kittysverses says:

    Very well written. This is a new perspective!!

    1. Varun says:

      Thank you.. 😀

  4. Thinkinkadia says:

    Wawhsome!!! The only way to look at it … Love your presentation.

    1. Varun says:

      Thank you so much.. 😊☺️

  5. Hahaha, interesting perspective 🙂

    1. Varun says:

      Thank you Arjun.. 😀

  6. Great . So true. Loved your presentation and perspective.

    1. Varun says:

      thank you…. 😊☺️

  7. Eccentric Muse says:

    Your perspective was on point and I enjoyed this read.

    1. Varun says:

      thank you… 😊😁

  8. Nice BLOG!!! ADD my BLOG too!!! Kisses!!!

    1. Varun says:

      thank you.. 😄😁 and i did… 👍

  9. junkytravel says:

    Wow! This post provided a fresh perspective 🙂

    1. Varun says:

      thank you 🙂

  10. yuhublogger says:

    So technically we go to temples and beg! Ha! Ha! This one is so funny and refreshing.

    1. Varun says:

      arigato senpai…

  11. I printed off your words on this post to hang up on the wall next to an inherited painting of “the beggar” in my office. I never wanted to inherit this painting because of what I felt it cost myself and my siblings.I felt, you see, my mother spent money on something frivolous instead of what we needed and now, thanks to your words hanging next to it, all who see it will also see within it. I hope you don’t mind. Thank you for writing.

    1. Varun says:

      I am very much honored and thank you so much.

  12. purvisinghvi says:

    Waooo how beautifully you have written correlating it with the actuality.👌

    1. Varun says:

      thank you… 😊

  13. Very true..a well written piece…

    1. Varun says:

      thank you .. 🙂

  14. carylbeach says:

    Thought provoking and so true 🙁

    1. Varun says:

      thank you … 🙂

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