once he was called proudly the common man captured by my lens felicitated for his humility his common sense political upheavals bludgeoned him out of existence his pain his penitence towers loom over his one storied house his slum his tenement he died in penury penniless dreamless without a will soundless moon and sixpence his earnings could not keep up his mounting expense
The belongings of those unknown Indians living on the roads , eking a living either begging or doing manual labor .. they have no bank account , no gold jewelry , no appliances just simple chula or sigdi , a stove .. a few utensils and on the road they produce their brood.
Kids beg at traffic signals and supplement their parents earnings ..and the streets are full of danger , but the kids get hardened soon enough and at an early age start their own family too,, the newborn child is a source of joy in terms of bringing more money, it is let out on rent to a child , and mostly the newborn is given a cough mixture to keep him drowsy asleep , the kids beg dressed scantily , and the clothes they get are sold off.
There are pockets of this begging family communes , and mostly migrants from our own state Maharashtra or Karnataka or Andhra.
The new modus operandi is the women or girls dress up as hijras and pretentiously …