We believe a bit too much in Someone Else's abilities.
We clean our homes and chuck the trash onto the road.
And Someone Else gets abused because the city is not clean.
We get hassled if a security guard checks our bags.
And Someone Else gets abused for not having proper security measures.
We never vote.
And Someone Else gets abused for voting in Deve Gowda.
We will never bother about whether our maid's children are getting an education.
And Someone Else gets abused for the millions of illiterates in India.
We will turn the other way if the maid is marrying off her 14-year-old daughter.
And Someone Else gets abused for not stopping child marriages.
We will point the driver to the General Hospital.
And Someone Else gets abused for lack of healthcare for the poor.
We will burn candles.
And Someone Else gets abused for not taking effective action.
We will jump lights.
And Someone Else gets abused for not giving the cops more authority and protection.
We will stay glued to the television in morbid fascination.
And Someone Else gets abused for exploiting the Mumbai attacks.
We won't touch the stock market with a pole.
And Someone Else gets abused for a stagnant market.
We will never check what our exhausts are spewing out.
And Someone Else gets abused for the pollution in our cities.
We will cut forward through any lane available.
And Someone Else gets abused for bad traffic management.
I am really tired of this guy.
I am done with him.
He is not getting anything done.
Maybe I should see what I can do.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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nice post..sad thing being we all know this guy
ReplyDeleteYup. Has lived with me all these years.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, this one! But, truly, do little drops of water make the great ocean? I wonder. I seriously do.
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