Monday 25 February 2008

Facts


Facts, how much ever they may hurt, are best when they are accepted as facts and not theories.

The ones who love you will never need to tell you that they do. And the ones, who don't, never will, no matter how many times you hear them say so; in your head, in your dreams...



One job pays you a hundred dollars to pull the trigger; the other, a cent to carry the dying to the doctor. I guess you would still choose the latter...
If hundred were to be made a million, and you were to win a Nobel for pulling the trigger, what would you have done?
Do we really know what we want, what we want to do?
And if yes, how often do we do, what we want to?

Who is driving this economy?
The one who is speeding along the flyover, in his new C Class, or the one who is sitting under it. The one who wants one more flyover to come up, not because he doesn't like to see the elegant Mercedes get caught up in traffic, but because it really is easy to buy his kids, two meals a day, when there is a lot of work at hand....
I guess this must be the inclusive growth that every single industrialist in India so proudly announces that his company upholds....

I am not surprised that the capitalism is what the rich, the famous, the learned uphold, because that is what gets you a hundred dollars for a cent. And then you can always boast about all the good that you have done, by organizing a lavish luncheon for the famous, the elite, the media and release a glossy report on Corporate Social Opportunity, oops, Corporate Social Responsibility, whatsoever you may call it, sirs.

From those who matter to those who matter more.
From those who make the difference, to those who feel the difference, those who bear the difference.
From those who feed on the difference, to those who have to, those who are made to live with the difference.
Those, who miss a meal because of the difference.

But I guess just yapping never serves the point; you got to do something about it. It’s all very good to write a touching story about the people everyone sees every other day, make a few eyes swell, and feel bad about the gap that is widening. But can just writing about things help? Am I really doing what I want to? Are we?

I am a journalist, a business correspondent. Today I write, have to write about people who matter, people who make the difference. I am not happy about it. I hope that someday I will write about, someday I will write for, the ones who matter a little more.

1 comment:

ambarish said...

awesome stuff man