Monday, September 15, 2008

Excuse me! Can I smile?


Every time I see that glittering piece of jewel on one of the showcases of a nearby jeweler shop, I ask myself: Will I possess this one day? The answer is shut up you fool! Just get back to some hard work. That is not what you are meant for. You are meant to be cheated when you trust the most. You are supposed to cry, when you are very happy, and you need not wish for something as God is busy listening to ‘their’ prayers. Now don’t ponder too much, as you, my dear reader, are also a middle class man, and thinking too much will ruin your already torn up brain. I say that because the ‘their’ are those, economists call as ‘haves’ and we are undoubtedly the ‘have-nots’.
There is a gatekeeper for my society and he bought a bicycle after saving 2 grand’s over a period of three years from his miniscule non-existing and negligible take home. The irony of destiny is that the day he got it home, the very night it got stolen, by the other category of even the worst case of ‘have-nots’; Am I appealing for the offenders, Yes, because they have got the message of ‘snatch and survive’ from our very own leaders of rich principles.
In their Z security and bulletproof vehicles, they reach home safe everyday. What about you and me? Will the common man of R.K Laxman get back home safe? Everyday we leave home - we have fear in our eyes and worry in our minds. With this dilapidated condition of brain, we start our work for the day. We take a deep sigh of relief and thank God, when we reach back home safely. I am not asking for a Z security, but just security of our dreams, our existence and our identities.
Nowhere am I listened to. They treat me as a destitute. I am fighting for my identity ever since I was born. No one has rendered help yet. I am still being blown up in the air, with bombs under my pillow. In pieces, I am scattered everywhere. My blood has already enriched the soil. My family is crying outside the hospitals. Oh! Yes it will be mean of me, if I don’t thank those who have extended help. My leaders have announced generously a paltry sum to my family, but what about me; I am lost for ever, have I died? No, I am there in each one of you, still waiting for justice, hunting for my identity, stealing my bread and asking them, Excuse me! Can I smile?
- Annu

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Amazing feelings expressed.This is what is going in all common man's mind.We remain the sufferers of all the lot.we cant cheat,cant steal.We can just lead a normal life with all kinds of fears in our mind.Unseen days,planned future over which we do not have any control.

Shiojee Laxmi Ray said...

What a view! It's sour but true ,only such thinking ,has the boost to change our Bihar Mind ,I salute Your bombasting thought.

Thank you , Your's FAn Shiojee .