COMMON SLAVES

COMMON SLAVES

I am in charge of a certain section of the hierarchy of the government offices. Does it mean I own the section? Every single soul in India is a master, and treats others as their pupil. Be it a simple day-worker or a mighty minister. Whenever someone gets the power, he is under illusive effects that he is the whole and soul of this universe. In his reign, every being is the king and others are like microorganisms on their knees waiting for the mercy of the king.

 O lord, please forgive me for the sin that I am in your reign without your permission. Go to a temple and the priest is the king, it’s his reign. Be on road and the workers are the king, be in an office and the clerk is the king. Everyone is a king of his reign. Don’t mess with them when they are in their reign. Wait for some time; everyone has to come out of their comfort level at some point of time. There is one species on earth which is never in his comfort level- a common man.

Being a common man, I have to be humble at every point of time and listen to others comments, sometimes dipped in compliments or the other time in mockery. I have to smile at every insult, I have to bow before every other king standing at every step of my life, I have to listen to every other mouth wide open to shout aloud for no specific reason as such.

Being a common man is not defined by the salary you get, it’s decided by the way you live and lead your life. A common salary getting person can also be termed as special if he has the attitude to do so. There is only one characteristic of a common man; he never speaks for his rights. A complete weak structure under an equally weak foundation of skeleton with a little bit of skin, just to cover the shame of being a slave of society created by him. Common people can see and feel the injustice but can never stand against it. For the maximum he can shout in his own hollow soul and listen to the echoes of his own feeble sound.

It needs a lot of courage to speak, listen and act at the apt situation. People speak when it’s not needed, listen when it’s needed to speak and action is an alien word to them. Now a days it’s all about living those 24 hours of life with stomach full of food, no scars on so called body, job’s tension and family tension in that robotic head, 6 hours of sleep , criticising the Indian government and the respective as well as so called respected ministers, talking about others life and the circle continues for the next 24 hours till the last breath retires out of its job of circulating through the hollow tunnels of so called socially successful or unsuccessful personalities of this legendary and truly magnificent country.

Life is a race, we have to run, don’t know why and where. Just run, because everyone is running. People who can manipulate well can win the race. I have no idea about the award he is supposed to get by doing so. No one in this materialistic life thinks about others, but surely expects others to think according to themselves. No one wants a life out of their comfort zone but do surely want such a zone in every other zone of life. Common people are slaves, not only of this system but of themselves too.