MIDDLE CLASS MAN 🙄
Every day you see me sometimes at the railway and bus station. Sometimes hanging in the local train trying hard not to pull the chain. Sometimes i am your friend and sometimes a mere stranger but you don't treat me just like a mere stranger. We speak of the weather share the same seat everyday and same route from church gate to byculla the entire way. Can you now guess my true identity? Yes, i am the middle class man, hanging midway in all classes with my dreams and my inspirations hoping for a better tommorrow. I am the person sharing the rickshaw and the one who sharing my inner thoughts and ambitions in life.
I am the middle class man with morality and honesty is the key virtue of my life. The upper class does'nt care for it and the lower can't afford it. My dreams and my aspirations are everyday with you. I am the middle class man burdened with the taxes, relief funds and pay bank loans with installments. But still hoping for a better tommorrow when and how i don't know but good days will come one day.
They don't throw tantrums when the power is shut even for a whole day. They can't be so comfy in hitting the sack by wearing couture that costs a thousand indian rupees. They don't know how to avert themselves from their parents behest. They can't paddle their own dream boat to attain their own destiny. They don't get to watch movies also unaware of netflix until they had their budget jio packs. They can't splurge their own hard earned money need savings to walk down the aisle.
They don't know they are super inventors when something fails to fix in the house. They can't even migrate, when pandemic hits they walked miles to home. Whereas this is a cat walk for big shots who smiles and ferries back to their homes too sooner. They don't know that they can be wiser finance ministers who knows to budget things in preference. They do have greater ambitions which are concealed by Gandhiji embedded rectangular sheets but they can never be patronized by this inanimate piece of paper. " This valued, coloured paper cannot even withstand the heat of magic, when these middle class people attain merry via cute little middle class things".
