Not much is lost

Not much is lost

Sir: I travelled by bus last year from Lahore. The seat behind the driver was occupied by a young girl dressed up in a faded uniform of the company. She was in her teens, tall, thin and weak.

Before every stop she would make a short announcement in Urdu and English laced with a local dialect. She would serve water and newspapers to the passengers after every stop.

Getting back into the bus after a short stop, I could not help but notice a thick book titled Paradise Lost, on her seat. As she served water, I asked her if she liked poetry. She quickly said no in Urdu.

But when I asked her about the book lying on her seat, her dull eyes lit up, she smiled and confidently replied in a perfect English accent: “Oh that, I am studying that book because I am planning to do my Masters in English literature.”

I marvelled at her English accent, her confidence, her poise and her passion to do something great by doing something good. As she left, I wondered what could stop her from achieving her goal.

I admired her more as my daughter is also pursuing the same degree without going through the hardships she was going through. I also realised that she was faking her accent so that passengers could understand her better.

Whatever the doomsday pundits may predict, as long as our young underprivileged and privileged generation pursues education, our future is bright with this new force which is a 100 million strong.