The politicians, a totally detached lot, could be belonging to any party but speak the same language. They love and hate amongst their genre. Their entourage isolates them from us. Their smug visage in the face of disasters, their impersonal consolations, and of course ‘inquiry committees’ that mushroom with every crime caught on camera has built a strong cemented wall between them and us, the common people, who belong neither to their elitist life styles nor to the lowest segment of the society.
I am a dreamer! I want to struggle and achieve success through honest means keeping my self-respect intact and also get a chance to enjoy my achievements. Yes, that is a dream that may not come true in my motherland, every enhancement in my income gets negated by the ever spiraling prices. I don’t belong to the lower segment of society nor to the higher. I am sandwiched .. I am neither the recipient of easy food nor one of easy money.
This is what I dream of :
My dreamland has no place for Aliens, who project a sympathetic outlook but have no idea what a single day of my life is like. I want “Politicians’..educated..aware..realistic..believing in spirituality and not in religion as a factional tool..who should be capable enough to debate in a civil manner with each other and respect the parliament... who have substance in them and bring up their kins not only be bollywood stars or cricket players but join the Army and protect the nation.
When I try snapping out of my dreams I see that I am stuck in a traffic jam..that too seems a way of life now..no complaints..BUT..the jam holds back so many of us on a fairly smooth traffic area because there is a convoy of 10-12 cars that needs clear and’ safe’ passage.
So many SUVs and huge cars for protection of one person, whereas I feel the financial burden of maintaining my one mid-sized car..OUCH!..it pains because the taxes that I am threatened to pay on time is manifested in little else other than protection and extravagance of people who over use facilities with the least bit of modesty. My Bharat is yet to be Mahaan..