Doom – Terrible Fate
We are children of doom. We did not become one right now but we are one since, the day we were born. The very moment we were born we were labelled as children’s of doom and that is because we were not born in arms of people who pioneer in capitalism and imperialism. Our names were not announced in media, we did not grew up with media coverage and we did not have the freedom to choose. The moment we realized we did not have freedom to choose we could see how oppressed and different we are from the children’s of pioneers of capitalism. The pioneers of capitalism sends their children’s to expensive schools, they study interesting courses, develop an appetite for classy sports and hang out with other like minded kids. This is not the case with us. We are always reminded that we are children’s of doom. We don’t go to expensive schools. We go to nearby and affordable ones. We don’t study interesting courses. We try to excel in the important courses. The only sports we play is the one which school wants us to play. We are children of doom, we have lost our freedom. There is a price tag to every happiness in life. We cant love those rich beautiful girls. Beauty lies in eyes of beholder is an statement for us. We just cant afford their desires because, the cost of their coffee is the cost of our dinner. We have faces suited for their servants, our lust is also a crime but, the same from their man is an immediate sign for a true love. This world of capitalism is so infinite, there is oppression at each and every corner and in each and every possible manner. There are dozens of pioneers feeding and eating English. Their children’s speak like native English speakers. They have the accent, they have the flow. At a corner, we stand and think of the language. My intelligence and thought are limited to my mother tongue. We know you can speak that way, because you went to best schools and countries but, have some sympathy and look at us. We were taught about importance of money before the hefty vocabulary. We understand loans, we understand price as our luxury comes within our budget. Our freedom of choice is limited. We cant choose those fancy cars, we cant live in those exorbitant bungalows all we can do is stare at them and regret being children’s of doom.
Have a look at some of us. Look into our eyes and stare at our faces. We are far away from your world. From beautiful people and happy faces. Our eyes speak our fate. They have significant despair in them. Over a period of time, living under the shoes of pioneers of capitalism our faces now have stretch marks. These are reminder to us about our lives that has been full of struggles and malice. We want to steal a wallet from your back pocket and run away with it and we do that not because we are thief’s but because our life has been full of misery. Look at the child in the front. Look at the innocent face. At this very moment he has no idea about his fate. He doesn’t knows that that the worst that could happen in his life has already happened. The very day he was born he was made part of the race that we children’s of doom run all our lives. We begin with a race of education, and then the race to settle life. Once, these races are done, we run the virtual race which happens in mind. While the children’s of pioneer’s buy many houses our life revolves around buying just one. Just One. Our cars are simple and our clothes are simple too because no matter how much we try to look like you, our fate has given us a face which brings us down back to the regiment full of children’s of doom.
Now, the oppression has crossed the boundaries. We are openly abused and our jobs are being ridiculed. Our simple life has been criticized.
How easy it was for her to say “How Middle Class?” How easy it was to make fun of the innocent people who are compelled under responsibilities of middle class to do the job.
How damn easy it was?
And we are supposed to gulp it in. We are supposed to hate our jobs because some people don’t find it good. This is our life.
But, then life goes on in every social strata. It is the human nature to find happiness even in misery. The pioneers keep oppressing us and we keep getting oppressed. Every day is a new war and it is important for us to firstly, we think of our war and then about the oppression.
A picture hastily taken by me on narrow and rusted streets of Karol Bagh, New Delhi.
The smile says it all.