IN CHARGE WHO DOES NOT HAVE ANY RESPONSIBILITY

I wonder why someone is called an "in charge" when they lack social responsibility. A lovely apartment complex (Mars and Venus Apartments, Ladyhill) here in Mangalore, with more than a hundred flats, does not have a proper team of committee members to manage the association. One gentleman calls himself an authorized person or an "in charge," yet he shows no social responsibility or public interest.

In this ego-driven society, there are people who neither help others nor allow anyone else to help. Those who are clueless about management become managers, and those who lack leadership skills become leaders. The unacceptable fact is that they don’t even let capable people manage or lead.

When I had to meet a so-called responsible person to discuss my interest in raising awareness (on tiger conservation and saving nature) and sharing knowledge, I was denied permission to put a small piece of information on the notice board—a notice that wouldn’t cost anyone a thing.

There are selfish people in this world who want a tiger enthusiast like me to stop my work and instead join their NGO, which has no connection to nature or wildlife conservation. Denying permission to conduct free awareness programs on tigers, wildlife, and nature in an apartment complex with over a hundred households is something I have never encountered before. This clearly reflects the so-called "in charge’s" lack of social responsibility—not just him, but many other selfish, brainless people who don’t care about the environment or allow anyone else to create awareness.

What harm could possibly come from putting up a notice that reads, "Free awareness program for children," inviting them to a talk on saving nature and wildlife conservation? People who have no authority to block such initiatives should not call themselves "in charge" or president. They should be ashamed of denying support for a social cause.

This isn’t an isolated case. Many such people exist in our country, and because of them, our environment is neither secure nor safe.

Denying permission in one apartment won’t stop me from spreading awareness about wildlife and tiger conservation among children and the community. This is just the beginning—there’s much more to achieve.

Originally posted on 21-April-2015

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