Nhu Mai Hoang was raised among the wet forests, where she could feelfriendlier towards reptiles, than towards those white men, whose eyesalways strayed, lingered and devoured. This appalled her, no….notappalled. It was more of a gripping fear that seeped into her very bones,more so, because, she was more afraid of her Ba, who eyed her the same wayas those army men. He wasn't her real father, he had bought her mother fora few Dongs, after Nhu's real Ba had got lost, probably been devoured by acrocodile, while searching for firewood, in the jungle. Her fear provedtrue; since she was sold off to a pimp, a few days later, to join thecarnal trade as another helpless novice, who had fetched as meager a sumas the price of a couple bottles of Quoc li for her Ba. She resisted, but'they' did not like rebels, so, she was left in a dark pit full of snakes,which slithered and hissed into her ears, until she could take no more.The isolation, the darkness and the slithering reptiles had taken away herspirit, her will to resist any violation. Nhu died an old lady, who becamequite rich, but the void of the 'Lost Childhood' in her eyes wasunmistakable.Elsewhere, and at some other time, little Chaim had always dreamt ofbecoming a doctor. They had been such a happy family…His Ima & Abba hadbeen so indulgent towards him and his sister, Esther, who would alwaysremain a chubby baby in his memory, because, she never got the chance togrow up. Chaim's world came crashing down one day, when Europe went intowar. The last time he saw his Abba was when the Gestapo dragged him away,while he was resisting wearing the yellow star branded 'Jude' on hissleeve. Ima and Esther were sent off to some place called 'Auschwitz',while, Chaim worked as a blacksmith's apprentice in the ghetto. Hesurvived the war, but never saw Ima, Abba or Esther again. The war hadended, but the horde of tired people waited an entire lifetime to seetheir loved ones again, which most never had a chance to. The war had leftChaim a cripple, after his leg got crushed under the anvil. Chaim also,never got to be a doctor.Aisha had always known that she was intelligent, more than any of herbrothers or her Abbu. She had learnt all that her elder brother Mushtaqstudied at school, as she kept on listening, whenever he read out histexts aloud. It had always been her wish that she should also go toschool, for she herself wanted to become a teacher. The problem was thatAisha never came across a girl who went to school, and she had a sense offoreboding, that if she expressed her wish, something terrible mighthappen to her. She knew about what happened to Afreen for beingrebellious, however, one day her immense passion got the better of herfear. She went to her Ammi and broached the subject. She was eleven at thetime, and was married off a few days later, to a thirty-one year old manwith two wives and five sons. Aisha never went to school.Nearer home, Akash had always yearned for the moment when his Mummy wouldbe home early, and would ask him about how his day at school had been. Hewished that she herself would prepare and pack his lunch box. Akash, nowthat he was eight, longed to have a man-to-man conversation with his Papa,about his love for arts, music, literature, about his home work and hisfriends. It was not to be, both his parents were busy professionals, who'had' to socialize and return home late, because of their professionaldemands. They, however, showered their son with all that an eight year oldboy could wish for, however, his Nintendo Play Station no longerinterested him. His story-books, expensive play cars, robots, all seemeddull to him. He wanted to show someone that he could paint really well; hewanted to find someone, who would acknowledge his eight year old existencein ways that he had always craved from his parents. One day, when he wastwenty-two, he suddenly left with his band of 'Special Bohemian Friends',whom he had known for three years now. They all had too many things commonamong them, for example, their love for arts, music, carefree living, andof course…..their dope.The afore-mentioned incidents were not merely glimpses into the lives offour children, they echo the large void left behind with the pain of lostinnocence, happiness and all things beautiful. These are the pictures ofsocial, financial and emotional penury faced by millions of childrenacross the world. Remember Chhotu, who brings tea to your office, alwaysdelivering biscuits and collecting money through the cruel summers,relentless rains and the harsh winters? Or Minu, who incessantly mopsfloors, baby sits and cleans utensils?Remember Kevin Carter of the 'Bang Bang Club' and his legendary photographof a nearly dead Sudanese toddler with the vulture looming in thebackdrop, patiently waiting for its feast on the tiny carrion? The photowon Carter a Pulitzer in 1994, and gave him instant fame as a portrayer ofthe raging civil wars, racial discrimination and exploitation of humanity.This fame had its price though; it was the beginning of a downward spiralplunge into the moral abyss of guilt, sorrow and disillusionment, whichended with his death by carbon mono-oxide poisoning, in his red pick-uptruck, with a green garden hose taped to the exhaust spewing the deadlygas into the passenger side window. An excerpt from his last note said,"The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist".Such is the magnitude of despair from being mere spectators, contributingthe least to humanity, which certainly has its roots in the children. Theworld has become a place where words like 'Generosity', 'Compassion','Benevolence', and 'Fraternity' exist only in dictionaries, where man isin a rat race to become richer, stronger and more powerful. The line ofdistinction between necessity and luxury has become so blurred, that theworld has become a privileged place with too many under-privileged people.What we all need to contribute is thinking a little more responsibly,exerting a bit more effort to appreciate the joy of being born lucky,making a little more conscious effort to redeem our vows of loving, caringand sharing and camaraderie, for all souls in need.Let not more childhoods be robbed of their essence of life, Amen….----------------------------------------------------------------------------