I watch a certain kind of people daily.
They have a job to keep them busy.They stay satisfied with the little achievements there, they rue their little mistakes. They laugh like a winner in their little successes and cry like a lost person in their failures.
They have their small goals, they feel like a winner when they achieve those and get utterly disappointed and disturbed when those remain unachieved.
They keep themselves utterly detached from the happenings outside,except for India's cricket matches,stories involving Rakhi Sawant,terrorists reaping India apart and the share market crashing. Those touch them tangentially but does not affect.Occasionally some of them stir them a little...but,that's it...life can not stay on hold for that. They keep their vacuous opinions on them if you ask. But when they return home the only thing they care about is that the folks at home are doing ok or not, their bank balance is good enough to run the family or not.
...and at the end of the day they are the common guy who does not create a ripple in the society...Who does not contribute to the society in the large part but are major part of the society...basically when it counts...they are not in the society,forget of being for the society...Some of them thinks about it some time and then at the end make an excuse to be out of it.
I see one such face daily in the mirror.And I hate it more when I saw that face everywhere growing exponentially.We all talk pretty too much,we all have terrific,nation changing ideas.But when it matters,none of us count...
And the most terrible part of this being a self-centric bastard is that...
I hate myself and stay happy that my conscience is at the right place.
