D-school my play ground

The sign board that reads “Delhi School of Economics”, has become a usual sight for us, perhaps we don’t even care to pull our neck up to have a glance at it. We so easily get used to things that they lose their essence of existence.
But do u remember the first day you walked through the portals of the “D-School” with an enthusiasm in your blood to be the first among the equals? I am sure it must have instilled a sense of pride and fulfilment in your hearts. The greatness of this institute that does not discriminate between the rich and the poor, the challenged and the advantaged is known to all. Through the decades it has been a centre of learning and practise. The very air of this place is said to bring a current of discovery and knowledge that can enlighten any soul.
We are all privileged to be a part of this great institute. As we spend two years of immense learning here, it will change our lives for good. Many of us will go on to become the who’s who of the future. Yes, we owe it all to this temple of learning. Each and everyone who is a part of this institute is special, and then there is MHROD. Don’t mistake me for the course that is being taken up by intelligentsia over here, but a little boy, who in fact has got the privilege of growing up inside this great institute. He was named after our course by one of my thoughtful peers for the qualities he saw in that little boy that perhaps required a sharper vision and a deeper insight.
Have we ever bothered to ask his name? Have we ever wondered how old he is? To be candid, I am very much the same. Until today it never bothered me much if he even existed and please excuse me, that even after this self realisation, I still don’t know the answers to the above mentioned questions. It is not even required, it will not fetch us extra credits in our mark sheets if we actually know the name of a forsaken child who wanders across the D.S.E campus, all this is not relevant! Every time we ask Deepu to get us our cup of tea and make it fast. We fail to realise a number of things. (Let it be known that I had to call one of my peers to know the name of this boy again)
The odds against these children, though, being nurtured in this reputed institute, of getting a fair education are strong. Two years at DSE will make us formidably well off, but all these years they will spend here watching batches of students come and go , without someone offering them a warm glance .These children will stay without the dexterity to even spell out their own names.
The institute that has lighted up the society with the alumni it has produced unfortunately will not be able to do any good to these children. It’s not a blame game that I am playing around here. Off course they are not enrolled as students here, so does that mean that they are not a part of this institute? Is it only after an enrolment that the institute is liable to impart knowledge? I think not. Its time that we all rise up to this cause and do something about it! This endeavour may be laughed at, it may not seem to be a flashy entry upon our C.V’s but it may change the course of someone’s life, that someone who might end up being just as great as DSE itself. All because of the days, he spent as a child, wandering across the corridors of the DELHI SCHOOL OF ECONOMICS.