Make me Love it

i wish this world could be a better place.
better place for whom?
for everyone. for those walking on the streets without anything to wear, anything to eat, and anyone to take care of them.

where am i, i ask?

same question, different answers, at different points in time.

what have people made this life?
a life of ‘competition’, a life where you’ve to tread over another to find food for yourself. is this where we’ve come? where are we as a civilization? polluting the earth, sucking it dry of its juices. there are people dying in stinking hospitals, in gutters and on roads. look around.... this is what we call life in this world.
politics, they say no group of people can exist without having politics between them. relationship is politics. yes? no. relationships vis-a-vis power are constituted as politics.

you don’t know what Pink Floyd and Bob Marley stand for, they say. They stand for the fight against power, i say. that’s what they all stand for. not just power but its abuse as well. look at our politicians...making money, their pockets oozing money. this is what life is. this is what we’ve made of life. that children should commit suicide when they fail in exams or get compartments. that people kill their own for property. this is what we’ve made of life.

and then you come and ask, why are you so self-destructive? why do you hate the world so much?
what can i say? make me love it.

yes, there are people trying to repair the world, you’d say. oh yes! first screw it up and then fix it! great way to live. let a hundred thousand hundred and one die and then say...we’re trying to make it better. and then, why don’t you become a part of one such organisations that try to make the world a better place?
you mean, become a part of an organisation that’s in for making money in the name of social work. but not that i still didnt try. but they want experience. you need experience to make this world a better place, to help people. this is what we’ve made of the world.

help women...while they are getting raped and killed. take a rape victim to help her to a police station to lodge a complaint. where they look you up from head to toe and you think this guy is no better than the one who raped me, for they look at me with the same lascivious eyes. this is what the world is. pay them and they’ll lick your toes. or bring in some references to get any work done...to get food, to get a job. this is what life is all about. make me love it.

you’ve got an invite from this five-star hotel for dinner; yes, let’s go. as we drive down, i see life at its worst around me. when a beggar comes in asking for money, limbs frail, a baby in the arms, we turn them away saying there are people involved in this...they sit at the top and make money...it’s a scam. the money never goes to the beggar. this is what we’ve made of the world. and we still drive down with all our etiquettes smiling on our faces and eat a meagre meal for a fortune.
you say i hate the world, well, make me love it.