OUT YOU GO MR.X

Last week I saw a not so rich man pretending to be this stinky rich guy who owns the world, or at least thinks that way. To not mention him as this man, I would call him Mr X. The scene exactly was Mr. X was driving a car, not the long or the SUV one but the mid car; and then suddenly a rickshaw puller tries to find way among the little space beside him to cross the red light and succeeds.

Just to try his luck and dance on the tiny little chance another cycle driving man does the same, but fails and so bumps into the car. OUCH! And to not exaggerate, the cycle could only put a little scratch, sized the nail of my middle finger to Mr. X's car.

And as everybody would do, Mr. X got down, panicked, saw his car, shouted at the cycle man and went inside his car. NORMAL. But then suddenly his pride woke up and bought him back on road. STRANGE. And then in a blink, he was slapping, kicking the cycle man and shouting and screaming in the middle of the road. Everybody watched. Happily to say cause no one came forward to help that poor cycle man. And to surprise everybody Mr. X deflated the cycle tires. And yes BOTH. Just to not expect, he came with his might inhuman nature, and laughingly said "tum chote log kya jaano car ki kimat,bhikhari kahi ke aur aage dikha to maar daalunga"

Signal opened. Everybody left. Except that cycle man, stranded on the footpath with deflated cycle, tore shirt and whining about his status to god.

I was numb. For a second, cold enough to not feel the heat and hot air blowing. And I too left.

Now after 6 days of that happening, I’m ashamed of myself. I’m ashamed of not getting out of my car to help him or stop Mr. X from almost killing him. Why did I do it? Cause I was scared or was I enjoying such a scene? Or my voice alone wasn't enough to stop Mr. X from making cycle guy blame god? I don't know. Probably ALL.

Mr. X is a healthy wealthy man, happy and rich enough to buy a car. And a cycle too but broke enough to have emotions attached with people and have humanity and showing gratitude to god is what he doesn't know. And the cycle man is a thin poor guy, whining not about his tore shirt or no aired cycle but his fate for making him sense pain from such a close degree. For him, getting a new shirt is a big deal where in compared to us, we don't use a shirt if it gets blotted. For us to drive an ac car in such heat is acceptable but not walking without an umbrella or the chic shades and this man has to travel some large distance without all this.

But in all this even after losing so much he only has god to blame for the beating and thank him for his liveliness. And to put a comparison here, we blame god for not getting us to the new phone in market, never for making us stand everyday in good health. HONESTLY never.

Mr.X is in us. Each one of us. And we need to flush him out. ASAP to say. Else we would be enjoying killing someone over a Band-Aid sized cut on a car and blaming god for making it difficult for us to kill him this way and giving him strength enough to fight for living. Tch.

Pride makes us blind, heartless for emotions and feelings. Get real, get human. 

Start thanking god for every tiny little thing you have, because it takes a fortune to have it and a microsecond to lose it. Rather just thank god for your life.

I wish and hope, just as I did, everybody will, someday live with peace, harmony and with integrity and not kill over materialistic visions and status problems.

So now I’m all with it, done with in-humanism.

God! Thank you so much. With lots of Love ,a little-coward-stupid-cute child of yours.