A Confused Clan

There are many worlds of differences and many forms of life in the human race. If human life is a race, wealth is caste and 21st century is 16th century. Is it getting complicated, indeed it is, for the very simple reason that human and his life itself are complicated. No one knows the fountainhead of human race. Some say that first human was born in the Garden of Eden but how that first human was born is again a question in itself. If we go according to the famous Adam-eve phenomena we all belong to the same gothra and we all have a common ancestor and accordingly all Hindus are Muslims and English; all English are Europeans and Americans, this way the list follows with all of us being brothers and sisters. Interestingly a husband is his wife’s brother and his wife is his mother’s sister with his mother being his father’s sister; so the world is a clan with numerous brothers and sisters.

But, this is not true we all are different, I think we were manufactured at some factory under different brands and portfolios with market demand of American brand the highest and African the lowest; with demand of rich being the highest and poor being the lowest.

We have life but we are lifeless, we are no less than a brand or a product with the only distinction being that of quality. More the richer superior the quality and more the poor inferior the quality. A rich get its alms from the public and the poor get its earnings from the rich. And in all this clamour the middle class is the mediator between rich and poor who seems to run the whole lineage of government, family and or his love life and in the midst of this he is lost in a marooned island (Mumbai also happens to be an island) which is ironically surrounded by buzzing telephone rings, glittery lights and wavering minds.

We spoke about saleable riches and unsalable poor but what about the middle class? He is like an all season discounted product which we get at dollar shops, loot or big-bazaars. He tries to emulate the rich and shun the poor but his way of doing this is grotesque which makes him the victim of the rich as well as poor. We are all saleable; a girl judges her boyfriend’s financials to see whether he matches to her clans wealth, a child judges a friend by how many toys the other has. It’s in your hands to decide whether to be in this confused clan or you have to live a life worth living which is absolutely unsalable and priceless!