The rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer. With every aching second that passes by, the number of disgruntled people increases. There is so much hatred in India today, so much animosity. And, truth be told, it's expected.

Imagine a man who lives in a village. He has a family to sustain but no work by which he CAN sustain them. So he travels many many kilometers to a beautiful garden city; a city with hopes and dreams; a city where a software professional is born every 0.9898989 seconds; a city which is home to thousands of Multi National Companies. He arrives and realises that he can find no work, no housing and no money. His thoughts are always with his family, eagerly awaiting some money that he is supposed to send them. After much struggle, he gets a job, if that's what it can be called. It's his specific duty to open the door of the Apple store in Forum. It's his job, if that's what it can be called, to welcome the young and the old with equal courtesy and bow as low as he can with every greeting. His journey to work from the slum he stays takes him exactly 1 hour and three quarters one way. 

 He isn't earning too much; hardly enough to sustain himself, let alone his family. He sends them 3,000 of his 5,500 Rupee pay check per month and does his best to manage with what he has. And, all the while, every second of his work life, he sees young, spoilt, wealthy teenagers who are out to spend their parents' hard earned money. His blood boils every time he sees the tubby kid walk into the store with some new complaint about how his latest gadget isn't in working order. Further, he feels like smacking the boy down every time the boy gives him condescending looks. He sees food he can never afford. He sees happiness he finds very hard to attain. And at every moment of his work life, he wonders,” Why. Why?! Why?! WHY?!" These questions hit him when he sees the tubby boy and thinks of his own, malnutrition-ed son. He, compadres, is a man ready to blow.

At the beginning of this blog I asked you to imagine. Now, I ask you to shed any and all imaginations. This man is a living reality. He is everywhere, yet nowhere. He's your security guard. He's your driver. He's your dhobi. He is everywhere, yet nowhere. An Angry India is brewing and this generation is definitely going to feel it's wrath. I firmly believe that when you're dealing with people such as these, be very courteous. Smile and always say,” Thank you." It would make his day a li'l lighter, and make your tomorrow a li'l more secure.