The Privileged Few:

This thought came to my mind while I was returning from Delhi to Noida. Most of the thoughts either come to me while I am reading something or travelling; may be because when you are travelling you are in your most blank state of mind and things come and strike you. The simple blank reality just hits you on your face.

So Bright Lazy Reluctant Monday Morning and I have to go to Noida from my home.

Usually when you wake up, your mind is terse from the upcoming tensions in the day; you are thinking about office ; There are so many topics for us to crib about :promotions ; biases ; recession ; traffic ; money management ; Savings ; Future ;Career ; and all sorts keep on revolving in your mind and they somehow usually come to me on Monday mornings. I do not know about others but this is the way it is for me. Travelling from Delhi to Noida is a 1.25 hour drive and it gives me ample amount of time to think about my life; its course and where I am heading next. I know it is a bad way to begin your week but this is the truth.

Sometimes while rushing out of my home; I also happen to glance at the newspaper and sometimes (do remember it’s only sometimes) thinking about how politicians manipulate everything to their advantage and benefit.
About Communalism.
About religion wars.
About Country Economy .
About Inflation.
About Crime. ( Don’t be terrified. I do this thinking sometimes).

And when my thinking has almost reached to the level where panic can set inside me ; we cross ISBT.

And we cross these beggars (must be some 200 in number) lined up with their rags thinking of arranging their daily diet. And I am slapped with the stark reality of life. I feel ashamed at the contrast.

Here we are who have some fixed amount of money to reach us and there they are who don’t even know if they will have their diet today or not. I observe them and try to think as to what would have happened in their life that they are in this state. There are so many of them; some waking up ; some still wrapped up in their old torn dirty blankets (in hot summer mornings as well). Hair Shabby. Some of them don’t seem to even make an attempt to wake up and find , arrange for a meal.

And I wonder at the contrast in my life and their life.

And I wonder at the political scenario where politicians are fighting for religion ; religious structure demolishment .

They force me to think what religion these beggars have and how important is religion to them and how would it make any difference if they belonged to any specific religion.

All of this forces me to think who the privileged is or the un-privileged few?
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