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Unemployed & unemployable

Everyday morning I see men, young and old, loitering near tea shops everywhere in city, drinking tea and smoking cigarette, watching girls pass by, for hours together. I thought they sat there only during mornings and evenings; but was shocked to see them there whole day, doing nothing. Why? Do they have nothing better to do? There will be at least 5 to 10, sometimes more, men at each tea shop. Why are they so unproductive? They are a burden to the society and their homes who feed them, attire them and give them extra money to buy cigarettes and drinks. No wonder I see more number of women nowadays in buses, going to work and feed their family. And then they say just because women work, they get no jobs. In truth, they get no jobs because they are either very lazy or carefree and they are unemployable too. Knowing not much except speaking of politics in mid-afternoon with great expertise.
What a great waste of human resource. I also see teachers going from house to house in hot sun taking census, UID work, leaving their real job, teaching. Then why bother to blame them when poor results come out in SSLC? Why can't the government use unemployed youth on temporary basis for such work and leave teachers alone? The youth will get a chance to earn money and the teachers can do their real job.  

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