There is no man called an Average Man

 

For the past many years…

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perhaps since my birth, I have heard, seen and believed that few are the people who are men of wisdom, courage and the list of heroic adjectives continues…

These are some characteristics which make them ‘shine’, an ensemble of special skills which makes them unique and hence, grants them the title of a ‘Legend’. So what my mind learnt was that ‘These people are special….and I’m perhaps ordinary’.

Yesterday,  I was at a wedding, a simple, clean and Pakistanish wedding… It was plain and there was nothing extravagant to share about it. I was bored and as my gibberish thoughts jumped and swindled from one to another, but then I noticed something which soaked up my energies. Continue reading

The Average Man

Moods…Emotions…Life….
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’!