[Thread] Have you ever been humbled despite your privilege?

I grew up in a small village in Bihar, where dreams were often simple and humble. There was only a small government school, but I never went. Instead, I worked in a vegetable shop and my uncle's store, dreaming of having my own shop one day.

Then I found work in a cyber cafe, and the internet opened up a new world to me. I discovered a university in Delhi NCR and earned a scholarship there. I graduated with honors and now work at a fintech as an APM.

I know I wasn't supposed to be here, but I am. People believed in me, and I made it. Next time you find yourself among those kids, tell them about the skies and how it feels to soar. Who knows? Maybe one day they'll take to the skies, not just as pilots but as legends, their wings crafted by the belief that they can be more than what the world expects them to be.

Man, this reminds me of one day when we went for a CSR activity in school run by NGO. We painted the boundary walls and then had some time with kids. We asked some questions and some of them gave absurd answers I told them, kal yaad karke aana. The kid said with straight face "mujhe pata hai aap kal nahi aaoge" they knew this poverty tourism and saw through this sham of 'doing for the society ' we do in name of CSR

Lost my dad when I was 8, family never had any asset, we had nothing, my mother used to stitch clothes to educate us, looking back 15 years, i would have not imagined I would be keeping my mom in a 2 bhk furnished apartment in Bangalore. I don't know how i landed in my job.

As a kid, I never dreamt of working in an advertising agency. Initially, I wanted to become a pilot and a part-time sketch artist. As I grew up, I dreamt of becoming a pace bowler, my family never supported my interest in sports and I was too young to have a clashing opinion with them. Around the period when I was in 9th or 10th grade, I developed an interest in films. I started to understand the stories, read about the industry. In college, I made some like minded friends and my interest in the industry grew stronger,. I was sure that I want to get into film making and make a career in it. I didn't know at that point, that there will be responsibilities and family pressure. Now, working in an advertising agency, I still dream of making films, and build a career in this industry but then my manager calls me for team meeting.

1. During college, there was this social service club called Dayitva - not much social service, just visit Missionaries if Charity and spend time with the residents there. They were mostly women who were abandoned. There was a small section for men too. I remember, in my first visit - I spent time with this Bengali woman who’d had a memory loss. Since I spoke to her in Bengali - she told me about her home and how badly she wanted to go back to her husband. The warden nun later mentioned that her family had given her up. In my 2nd visit, she somehow assumed I was going to take her to her husband and she wouldn’t let go of my wrist. Managed to somehow leave their room and run out. At the entry/exit area - they had just brought in an old disabled man with maggots on his open wound.

I remember feeling heavy all they way back, and even grateful that I had functioning limbs, friends, and a family that sent me pocket money every month apart from everything else they have given me.

2. On Monday, this week, my BluSmart driver had his daughter with him in the front seat. His wife was in the hospital and no one was there to watch the child. He couldn’t skip work because that would mean a pay cut which he couldn’t afford (he was extremely apologetic about the inconvenience it might have caused me)
   I realise I have too many privileges to even count. Grateful and humbled.