I was reading Chetan Bhagat's 'One night @ the call centre' this morning. He has used some interesting words and phrases in his book. His observations are also quite interesting. He wonders why politicians never commit suicide when housewives, businessmen, employees and even film stars commit suicide. He himself answers that people commit suicide when they are hurt. But politicians never get hurt because they have no feelings. And this country is run by people who don't feel anything at all. Interesting. Why should they feel nothing? I presume (!) they are human, because a person who was in the midst of us yesterday entered politics today. It is not that they do not have feelings. It is just that when dealing with lakhs of people, they just turn into figures and statistics, to percentages without a face. How can you feel anything towards a graph or a percentage, a mathematical figure? How can you give birth to a feeling towards a faceless, body less mass? It happens not only to politicians, but to all of us. We fall in love with persons, not with numbers. The leaders hardly come closer to any citizen in particular. They cannot, because there are too many.
'Caught in a strange land in a net with other butterflies, I'm a caterpillar yet undecided to remain a caterpillar and perish or turn into a beautiful butterfly and live a life full of joy.' Readers don't laugh. But I came up with this one night recently when I was travelling in a train. I tossed and turned, not being able to sleep, upset over unexplainable things and frustrated over events not in my control. Then it occurred to me that our life and its usefulness depends on our decisions -- whether to remain a crawling caterpillar whose existence otherwise is either ignored by all and sundry or who is cursed for just being there and thrown out with a stick, or to develop wings of life and metamorphose into a beautiful butterfly whom everybody adores for its beauty and colour, for its flitting liveliness, for its service to the flower's pollination... I thought that I should be a butterfly, of service to others, but then again I thought, anyway, who really cares?
How true!
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