What time is it? Early in the morning, I try to gauge a parameter that has confined every man’s intellect and has eluded anyone who has ever tried to unravel its significance. In my case, time has long lost its absolute meaning; 8:15 am is just a little too early to wake up and anything after that is seriously late.
I look outside; I see a bunch of rag pickers beginning their day, unaware of all the comforts of life, what did they do to deserve this? I try to suppress the questions for one more day. One more day before it all explodes. Am I crazy? No, not when I can see things so clearly. Does that make me wise?? No, not when I am just a ‘weak excuse’ like everyone else.
Sometimes, I wonder, Who exactly am I? Why am I here? Why the hell do I own a cell phone worth seven thousand bucks when I can see people selling their souls for a thousand? Why can’t I make a tiny effort to bring a smile on someone’s face? Why doesn’t helping someone come naturally?
I try to argue that perfection was never a part of the design, if so, all of us would have looked the same and love would have been the only emotion that governed us. But can that be an excuse for not sharing what I have with someone else?
A wise man once told me “the ability to love and help” is what separates humans from animals. How many of us are humans then? Are we human cuz we have fallen away from the God above? If so what if we fall away from mankind now?
