My walks in the Tobacco Company gardens.... 1

I had just retired after working for 38 years and soon realise that it is an odd sensation getting up early each morning to go nowhere. I feel a walk would do me good and go walking to this garden. As I enter, the irony of a Tobacco Company providing lung space strikes me and I wonder about the number of lungs that were affected to finance this garden.

It is a narrow garden along the side of a fairly large lake and away from the main road. It has some lovely trees and a beautiful Idol of Lord Buddha in the middle. It has paved paths and pruned plants as I enter but the scene gradually changes to dirt tracks, unkempt plants and trees as I walk beyond the idol.

I become a regular to this garden and after a couple of rounds I rest and try to contemplate. I am not very good at meditating and even being in front of the idol does not help. I wonder how Lord Buddha managed to meditate as I get easily distracted by the sound of the cars or the chirping of birds.

The other day the distraction came from a young woman crying in front of a small boy! He could have been her son but she appears very young! The boy looks older than his age and there is nothing of a child in his face and his shoulders are stooped in burden as if with her problems. It saddens me to see a boy robbed of his childhood!

Later I see them talking very earnestly to a young man. I hope they have found solutions but I have no way knowing. I do not speak their language. I feel that it could have been very different if they were living in a village. Here in Bangkok, I just walk away from their problems with a fond hope that all be well for them.

(I thought I will post my earlier ramblings in this blog. These were written before my blogging days! These ramblings are from the 20th century as it were!

Anyway, I wonder as I read my old ramblings, whether there was any time in human history when children were treated better just because they were children. Also, is it really right to think that the kid I saw in Bangkok would not have been so burdened if he were in his own village?)


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