Old Delhi, India
life is hard. and it speaks about it a every corner of Chadni Chowk as i wandered and breathed the same air. i couldn't and wouldn't blame the fact that for a country with such huge population, you'd never able to get rid the poverty from the chapter. but i was told by the guide, the local government was actually providing the necessaries to them. what we'd been seeing, was a choice made by (most) of them.
again. from the same perspective, i'd agree it'd be also a matter of choice. like the old man that slowly pulling his cart. he chose to work it out. he might not have everything with what he'd been doing, but perhaps, it was enough for him. for Rahul, he chose to utilize his ability to speak fluent english, to be a guide and helping his friends - the auto-rickshaw drivers to find customers.
it was still early, as we finished our breakfast at Karim. and while waiting others to settle their errant, and before Syib made any arrangement with Rahul, i was standing at the other side of the street, and i saw him passing the street.
i hope my interpretation was right.
it was a matter of choice.