I DON'T CARE

I recently went through a magazine’s editorial on how we should not care about trivia. So I have started practising it for my well being.

I too don’t care.

But can I not care even if I hail from Ludhiana, the Manchester of Punjab, an amazingly rich city but very poor in civil attitudes. The ladies proudly flaunt their riches, celebrate all sorts of festivals with lots of extravaganza but conveniently forget to light the homes of even their servants (they actually encourage child labour by specifically demanding for ‘mundus’ as one of my colleagues recently did).But why should I care?

Picking up my daughter from one of the most prestigious schools here is a pain because besides the D.C’s, all the top brass’s children study here. The Govt. vehicles are parked haphazardly blocking all the traffic but the proud drivers stand oh-so proudly, flaunting not only their paunches but their status also. But should I care?

Almost all the main roads have been dug up on some excuse and road accidents keep on piling up. Only yesterday, a X class student banged his car into the road divider and bled profusely. But his ultra rich father should care, not me.

Yesterday, a family was having dinner in a 4 star hotel, basking in the happy laughter of their kids who were all warmly bundled up in the finest of wool. At the corner of their sofa sat their ‘mundu’ barely in his teens, wearing ill fitted clothes, open chappals and waiting hungrily to be fed on the leftovers. It hurt to see him like that, made me angry too but maybe, I shouldn’t care.