Another of those rants

Tough world to live in, I always thought. Sometimes I still do.

I keep wondering if I'm a man who was far behind his time - a man who should've probably been born in the 70's or 80's. As an engineer I would've preferred to have died before the world wars.

I've felt insecure, worried, incapable - of proving my worth in a planet with billions of similar beings whose mere presence reduces me to less than a speck.

Maybe I should just talk about my existence in my country. Still no more than a speck - perhaps I still don't qualify as even that. This is just among people - then there are achievers - in every possible field.

And then there are these people. These pointless parasites who waste the time of advocates, judges, professors, their families - and that of several million people across the country.

Am I talking of Kanhaiya Kumar, the man who was a pawn in the age old clichéd chess of politics? Well, not directly.

I'm talking about those who talk about him - and about thousands of other such creatures. These people have been paid to do exactly this. Waste your time. Do you even realise you are playing right into their hands?

Your angry talks, your social media posts, your reports on news channels and papers, your open letters that receive likes without being read - all these are just crap - just like this post of mine is going to become. Pieces of muck and garbage that swarm the internet like termites on old, wet wood.

But there's a difference. I'm not writing to be heard. I'm not trying to become famous.

I'm just venting out.

Get out there, people. Throw away those billboards that you hold without reading, those candles that you carry without knowing why. If you really care, go help someone. Or, maybe pray. It's not so bad, you know? Looking at how you waste your life away you have nothing to lose.

Get out there. Help someone live their life - just one person, just one day. Or keep quiet and live yours.

Get a life.