Ordinary Post

I am not a celebrity and I have never been in the news or on television. I have not done anything great in life nor have I committed a crime so bad that I could make it to the news and capture the attention of my countrymen for even a nanosecond. I was born into an average middle class family and went to the same kind of school and college where most of my peers who were born into similar families also studied. I am working and getting paid reasonably well, and so are all my peers who went to the same school and college. I am one in that huge crowd of individuals whose achievements are a function of opportunity - an opportunity that unfolded on its own because of the families into which we were born.

So why should it matter as to what I believe, think, speak or write? It does not and it will not. So many individuals of my generation will nevertheless continue to believe, think, speak and write and I am no different. I will do that because I can do nothing better. I feel the urge that I must believe in something or else the ground underneath my feet will be swept away by somebody more powerful, somebody more successful who will coerce me, sooner or later, into admitting that he has a point in what he says. That somebody could be a dominant person or a dominant idea of our times. This believing, speaking and writing business is a kind of catharsis for venting out the frustation that I feel from realising how helpless and how powerless I am. It is also a way to seek redemption of self after a certain defeat...and the self has to be redeemed and resurrected to its earlier glory soon, because that is how I have always learnt to look at myself....important, unmatched and glorious.

I know there are hundreds and thousands like me...remember, I belong to that huge crowd which appears to me a factory produce manufactured in the same controlled environs and using the same ingredients and the same process chart. I know my believing, my speaking or my writing will only add to the existing cacophony of voices that originate from thousands of  glorious men and women, but then...so be it. My need for catharsis is overwhelmingly stronger than my urge to not indulge in something as meaningless as my writing....