Racism and casteism are part of our lifestyle and whole world united in these process, old and modern are no different. No matter how big we talk, cannot come out of it. I am no exception. White are bullying blacks in the name of skin colour. Then there are infighting between Shias and Sunnis. In India it is casteism, do not know from where it started but it is there.
For me there are four castes in our country. The poor, born to die and dying every day thousand times. Then we middle class, life is very difficult for us too, we have to bite whatever come to our way but cannot swallow. We cannot go either this way or that way. All the time thinking, what the people will think, spends whole life doing hard jobs to survive and thinking, as this is a quality, which middle class inherited. The rich caste and Indian super riches are super beggars. They even do not know how to spend few dime for the poor and hardly seen them feeding the hungry one. By chance, they spend; a few bucks it makes no difference to the poor or to their own coffer. They prefer to buy costly gifts for their wives on their respective birthdays; the amount can feed thousand hungry stomachs for years. Their only goal is to overdo each other, no, not in business, in the Forbes list. They should learn a few lessons of humanities from Warren Buffet, Bill Gates and some of those Hollywood bigwigs. I remember great Audrey Hepburn in two frame one from the cute princess of Roman Holiday and other cancer stricken Audrey standing tall, lovingly holding a child in Ethiopia. Even Mother Teresa mostly depends on fund that came from aboard than India.
Today I am not talking about this caste, I am going for the fourth Caste, politician. I am not against all, they should realize that their big talk is total failure and time has come to put extra bit towards their own work. Few exceptions always will be there, Manmohan Singh, A. K. Antony, Rahul Gandhi and then there was Atal Bihari Bajpaee. A. B. Vajpayee was very honest P.M. but always surrounded by corrupted elements. Only problem with him was his speech, and at a space, those snails may sleep twice and still would have beaten him in the race. He would always start with ‘Bhaiyo’ and by the time he utters the next word, obviously that was ‘Baheno’, I think population of ‘Bhaiyo’ most probably increased by a million.
All others of these caste are tremendous actors and they deserve all prizes name it Tir-Oscar, no-able, unable, disable and horrible all together. Just look at the incident in Stephen Court, my god feeling so irritated, the flames may not touched my skin but certainly touched my heart. Reading itself is a teary experience. Peoples ran for their life to the terrace as last hope, found a locked door, a dead end, and died together. Just cannot believe, a metro city, size of Kolkata cannot afford a Hydraulic Ladder in time and even it is hard to digest that a fire Department is so ill prepared. When all over, more than four dozens young and old perished, some of them reduced to the ashes and other by jumping from the windows. Dying in inferno is the worst of all.
As before this time too, Government realizes that the system is wrong, clap-clap, you cannot stop me doing this, slapping my own palm is my birthright, because I cannot do anything else, I never lost my dear one and neither my ashes are scattered around Stephen Courts top floors. If go by a piece of news that appeared in a daily newspaper, the Government was all set to catch the culprit, I mean the owner of the building, but at the end they found their own finger pointing to them only, globe is round, with a perfect radius from the center point, thanks Galileo. Once again clap-clap, ouch its hurts.
After every disaster, Politicians are total package, a combo of Mahatma Gandhi, Swami Vivekananda and of course Swami Nityananda too. Then our own big sister, always politically incorrect, standing on the knee-deep blood, nobody else can play political card better than her. Peoples from all walks of life left home and sadly for the last time and never returned, some of them lived there and perished there. Hard to believe those dead bodies also having a price, two lakhs. A boy aged only twenty-two, left home on his own and returned in a small bundle with two-lakhs price tag. I know it is very difficult to swallow but you have no choice have to bite it.
For me there are four castes in our country. The poor, born to die and dying every day thousand times. Then we middle class, life is very difficult for us too, we have to bite whatever come to our way but cannot swallow. We cannot go either this way or that way. All the time thinking, what the people will think, spends whole life doing hard jobs to survive and thinking, as this is a quality, which middle class inherited. The rich caste and Indian super riches are super beggars. They even do not know how to spend few dime for the poor and hardly seen them feeding the hungry one. By chance, they spend; a few bucks it makes no difference to the poor or to their own coffer. They prefer to buy costly gifts for their wives on their respective birthdays; the amount can feed thousand hungry stomachs for years. Their only goal is to overdo each other, no, not in business, in the Forbes list. They should learn a few lessons of humanities from Warren Buffet, Bill Gates and some of those Hollywood bigwigs. I remember great Audrey Hepburn in two frame one from the cute princess of Roman Holiday and other cancer stricken Audrey standing tall, lovingly holding a child in Ethiopia. Even Mother Teresa mostly depends on fund that came from aboard than India.
Today I am not talking about this caste, I am going for the fourth Caste, politician. I am not against all, they should realize that their big talk is total failure and time has come to put extra bit towards their own work. Few exceptions always will be there, Manmohan Singh, A. K. Antony, Rahul Gandhi and then there was Atal Bihari Bajpaee. A. B. Vajpayee was very honest P.M. but always surrounded by corrupted elements. Only problem with him was his speech, and at a space, those snails may sleep twice and still would have beaten him in the race. He would always start with ‘Bhaiyo’ and by the time he utters the next word, obviously that was ‘Baheno’, I think population of ‘Bhaiyo’ most probably increased by a million.
All others of these caste are tremendous actors and they deserve all prizes name it Tir-Oscar, no-able, unable, disable and horrible all together. Just look at the incident in Stephen Court, my god feeling so irritated, the flames may not touched my skin but certainly touched my heart. Reading itself is a teary experience. Peoples ran for their life to the terrace as last hope, found a locked door, a dead end, and died together. Just cannot believe, a metro city, size of Kolkata cannot afford a Hydraulic Ladder in time and even it is hard to digest that a fire Department is so ill prepared. When all over, more than four dozens young and old perished, some of them reduced to the ashes and other by jumping from the windows. Dying in inferno is the worst of all.
As before this time too, Government realizes that the system is wrong, clap-clap, you cannot stop me doing this, slapping my own palm is my birthright, because I cannot do anything else, I never lost my dear one and neither my ashes are scattered around Stephen Courts top floors. If go by a piece of news that appeared in a daily newspaper, the Government was all set to catch the culprit, I mean the owner of the building, but at the end they found their own finger pointing to them only, globe is round, with a perfect radius from the center point, thanks Galileo. Once again clap-clap, ouch its hurts.
After every disaster, Politicians are total package, a combo of Mahatma Gandhi, Swami Vivekananda and of course Swami Nityananda too. Then our own big sister, always politically incorrect, standing on the knee-deep blood, nobody else can play political card better than her. Peoples from all walks of life left home and sadly for the last time and never returned, some of them lived there and perished there. Hard to believe those dead bodies also having a price, two lakhs. A boy aged only twenty-two, left home on his own and returned in a small bundle with two-lakhs price tag. I know it is very difficult to swallow but you have no choice have to bite it.
!!!Nothing in my hand, middle class caste, forced to bite, cannot swallow, keep my eyes wide open, yes few drops of salted water what I can afford for those who died.!!!
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