By : Debapratim Sarma, Jorhat Engineering College
Hundreds have gathered. I am one of them. And I watched.
Me, the common man. Once the common man had called the cards and idioms and phrases were etched for him. Now things have turned sour and surely we are heading a downward spiral into an abyss of disenchant.
They are taking chances thrashing up a young teenager, and I have become a dead tree unperturbed by any emotions. I just know business- a mouth to feed, a stomach to fill. My mind has taken over my heart. I try and ignore every fact and figure. I escape every mishap, tragedy, crisis with either a prayer or a curse or simply by getting dead.
I have become too timorous, mortality has become a trade and people have become mere hostages in the criss-crossed black and white board game of life. The young lad is mobbed up by another common man who has pathetically evolved back to the time when we thrived on trees eating roots, fighting to kill, to own upon something we are fond off. This common man has lost his heart and seems to fear his despairs which have overburdened his shoulders and so has become unpleasant, discourteous and impervious.
However, few like me still exist. Even though I had to fight over my own fears, I had to save that boy from being mobbed to death.
I took the step. My consciousness won, I felt; it stood and clapped inside me a winning tone. I stood against many. And slowly many stood around me. I believe that all we need is a spark and we are capable of changing the game of life. What we need to do is break beyond the shackles of thoughts of being insignificant.
I am the common man. I call the cards..
