my conscience....is it myhtical???

Dreams in their eyes, weary of search, the vigour of life that has failed to touch upon them. They make up what we like to call,"the suffering Bharat", who make those "slumdog millionaires" possible. Sometimes i've ignored them, quite easily, act as if i'm living in utopia where everything is fair. But its when i come out of those dreamy mansions that i see them clearly, those children whose eyes speak of nothing but yearning for the basics in life. As i walk the path of luxuries that are categorised easily as "middle class", pursuing for "upper middle class" and still higher, i fail to think about them. The only time i probably think about them is when i read swami Vivekananda or Bhagwat Gita. Although i fancy myself to be living in modesty, there are luxuries in my life that i fail to acknowledge. Although it's been years into this world, i know very well that not much has been accomplished by me (ofcourse, other than the prefix that i may be adorning in a few months from now). In this short journey of life i've heard the cry of starvation, the begging for support for education, the call for help in disaster..........and qiute often i've turned a deaf ear to them, while i was still dreaming for more comforts. I had selflessly thought, it's you and definitely not me!! Well, that thin line that seperates "them" and "me" is vanishing!! It may take only another natural calamity or another terrorist attack to take me to the other side of reality!! Now that i understand all these, i am not near what is required, that is, TO ACT.