The Average Man

What an incredible blend of laughter, sadness, melancholy, and ecstasy….life is just amazing isn’t it?
Sorrows, devastation, everything sometimes compel us to end Life. But we still live it!
Why? Why do we spend our time crying waiting for a shoulder to appease our excruciating soul?

This question sometimes is mind boggling, but sometimes it’s also a source of understanding a perception of life which is not just ‘Skin Deep’.
I like walking my way to my university or to travel by any local medium of transportation. To put it in rather common words, I enjoy every moment I spend observing the ‘Average man’ of Pakistan.

I am supposed to live my life in the boundaries of an ‘Elite’ class university, where everything just seems perfect. Everyone is accepting and everyone has the basic ‘Freedom’ to be the way they like to be. It’s perfect, just perfect!

Others might find this atmosphere interesting or the transformation of a dream world into reality. But for me, it’s just fake, the fakeness of accepting someone just to be the part of the ‘elites’. Fakeness, because so that we learn to hide your biases instead of eliminating them.

For me it’s suffocating because in fact it slowly and gradually diminishes the acceptance of a ‘Common Man’ within its circle. Everyone seems to be running to pretend to be the acceptor whereas at the same they all are afraid of becoming the one who needs acceptance!

I was also suffering from this acceptance trauma just like my fellow ‘Educational elites’ till a few months ago. Whenever I looked at a simple poor female travelling with her pack of 3 little children or an old slightly smelly old man…I simply loathed them. But then my inner accepting elite would ask me to be pretentious and to act as nice as I could.

But why was I pretending that way? And who did I want to satisfy with my pretension? It wasn’t I or my mind for sure, oh yes! It was my fellows and ‘Their Culture’.
I looked at those hands with scaly skin and a few blisters here and there on the feet of those women. I felt horrified, why did they work so much to earn just a piece of bread?
Their feet, supposedly a sign of beauty for all of us, but their’s were dried and withered. How did they survive with that?

A further more astonishing fact was the peace and self assurance I mostly saw on their faces. Though a few young ones did look at my fancy gadgets with a little glimmer in their eyes, but the elders never budged on whatever anyone else was doing.

Men, patches barely sewn onto their clothes, all messed up hair, tired and very dirty yet very serene as if their whole day was spent in an air conditioned car serviced by a chauffeur.
Why are they so happy? Neither money nor fame, neither home nor job…what do they have to be happy about?

This question bugged me and bugged me. On the other hand, when I looked at my ‘Elite fella’s’ we had barely nothing. Though we had money and our own home, a little bit of fame and all the facilities we could think of…yet we all seemed dissatisfied. All we had was this restlessness which was in much more excess than simple ambition. Our ambitions were rather encompassed in ‘Jealousy’, our competition was rather ‘Revenge’ and our passion was not to win but for ‘Others to Lose’.

On the contrary the poor, D class individuals had the wealth of trust, love and assurance which we all lacked. You can’t imagine the ecstasy a maid felt when her little baby enjoyed the bus by running around its corners. How ecstatic the dirty laborer was to see his stop coming…amazing!

We, we are never happy; we never enjoy such little things in our life. It could be that may be because our happiness is bound in the deception of money, fame and luxuries. We are so entrenched in pretending that sometimes we forget that what we originally are!
I love being with the common man…because he is the actual ‘Free’ citizen….who lives free of the labels society gives him. He enjoys what little things life has to offer:

Living his ‘Average life in an Extraordinary way’!

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4 thoughts on “The Average Man

  1. there are no boundaries-of elite university- that actually exist around, its just our own perception that made us feel, and fear from.

  2. In society when you become part of an elitist segment or are surrounded by it you tend to forget the outside world. I distinctly remember as a young kid of 14 years of age starting my o-levels, my father dropped me a bombshell! He said beta from now on you are on your own and you have to make your own arrangements to come back from school on a mini bus! I was flabbergasted and shocked at the awe of my father to tell me that you will not be picked on your way back to school!

    I was upset and dejected and feared the worst! How would I come on a mini bus with sitting with all those people full of sweat and stinking I said to myself! But that was it and when I started traveling via mini bus for over 5 years till my A-Levels it changed my whole outlook towards life!
    I met with people from all segments of life poor, lower middle class, upper middle class and at times even elite society people!

    Sitting with the average person and talking to them gave me a new aspect to life and seriously made me realize how disgusting I was to think about them in a derogatory manner! For me those 5 years taught me the hard and cold realities of life seeing and conversing with different people changed my whole outlook towards life and I very early on in life realized this class outlook does not exist it is we who are ourselves create it!

    All these years later ifs 2013 now and one thing which I know from the deep end of my heart is these poor people only want to be respected and loved! Give them both and you will see what you get back in return! Like we all good society people who yearn for recognitions and applause in the so called upper echolons of society the poor people reciprocally demand and expect the same!

    Shame is that we never treat them as our equals although in Islam that is a major striking point! What you eat give the same thing to your domestic help! That applies on everything we do!
    These poor people like us have aspirations and have dreams but sadly due to unforeseen circumstances most of them never make it big. By supporting one person like these who work in our homes we can help them change their lives although I admit it may be a difficult task at first but with perseverance we can make it happen.

    Anam, your writings always strike a chord with me and force me to narrate my experiences that I have never ever discussed or come out with in all these years. Keep on writing please!

    And lastly reply back to my feedback it’s an element of decency I expect from a person of your calibre and ability!

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