My experiment with Rs5. By Prerna Mishra (written in college 5th sem, 2013) In last 31 years, they have only asked for your 2 minutes, now as an added topping with just Rs5 in your pocket. In the interiors of Jharkhand, a true Indian village lacking in almost everything, where survival is with bare minimum resources, Life goes on because it has to. A few government schools established under “Sarva Siksha Abhiyan” shabby building, teacher sits outside the classroom with hand-fan. I saw Students having their cherished meal. A big bus carrying thousands of packets, parked outside the school. Yes it was Maggi; these children were having and of course free of cost. Mid-day meals have perhaps become very boring for these children! They too...
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