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The Quarrel

I quarreled with my brother. I don't know what about, one thing led to another and somehow we fell out. The start of it was slight, the end of it was strong, he said he was right. I knew he was wrong. * Excerpt from the poem of Eleanor Farjeon's , The Quarrel.

Slumdog Areas: Keeping their faith!

Have you watched Slumdog Millionaire? It's a story of a young boy who grew up in a depressed area in Mumbai, India. When he was young, he didn't bother with all the hatred, negative comments and poverty that surrounded him. Instead, he moved forward and he won a million bucks when he joined the Indian version of "Who wants to be a Millionaire"! Sounds interesting, right? During my college days, we had a subject entitled Program Planning and Building which we gathered information and data in our chosen barangays . We interviewed people from depressed areas about their lives in their slum houses. At first, I was a bit nervous and frigid because my thesis mates kept on teasing who will be the first one to conduct an interview. Because I have a soft spot with the people in slum areas, I decided to be the first one to mingle with them. We asked them about their jobs, families, their cost of living and what are their plans for the future. Some of them were hopeless case