The Great Indian Middle Class

The Gods must have been drunk when they put me here, cause nothing else explains the sorry state of affairs in my life. For others this may be a miserable embroidery but for me it's a consolation for being what the world calls a 'have not'.

People often tend to make the mistake of pointing out to me the things I have which the 'not so rich' don't have , but is that an excuse for me not having the things I dream of?

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My parents often slaughter and then bury this consulation of mine. My so called friends do pretty much the same but cruelly mutilate it before the burying part.

There are three rough divisions of the group order(or disorder for that matter) I live in, they are, the upper class, the lower class, and last but far from least The Great Indian Middle Class. Agreeing to my belief, it is my belonging to this Great Indian Middle Class (Gimc) is the root of all my problems. A general level headed person might need a explanation for my completely analyzed conclusion. So the explain explanation is as follows: The state of having all things you want or bliss (as it is called by many great poets) is a luxury which only the upper class affords. Many of the population belonging to this class would vehemently deny living in this state of bliss saying that they do have their own problems and have to worry about these problems. But do you believe this denial of theirs which they speak of sitting in huge air-conditioned villas, having a fleet of cars at their disposal not to mention their expenses in a day (which beyond doubt belittle expenses of any man belonging to the Gimc in the last six months). These population supplementary say that they have their own set of "problems" to worry about and I wouldn't be happy with the wealth they have because their worries and problems come complimentary with their wealth. All that I have to say to this is, as it is I am worrying in my current standing in the Gimc about my own problems it would all the time be best to sit in an air conditioned villa with a fleet of cars at my disposal and then worry about my "problems". Thus we can conclusively state that the incredibly rich are living in a close presence with bliss (if not in it).

Moving on to the incredibly poor who form the lower class. The day in the life of a incredibly poor man typically begins (and ends) with a constant nagging worry of feeding himself and his family. This worry is supplemented by the pain of an empty burning stomach which he sleeps and wakes up with. The bread that he strives for all day long pretty much makes up his world and fills up all his time thus leaving him no time to think of the other unachievable luxuries of life.

Then comes the unusual state of affairs of the Great Indian Middle Class. A man from this Great Indian Middle Class is enduringly running a marathon which involves running from his past (the lower class) towards a mirage of a future called the upper class. Things in his life are best off now than they were in his past, but he still thinks they are not as best off as he had planned them to be. The Great Indian Middle Class is a refugee camp for survivors who did not quite get to where they had planned. population from this class have their own typical characteristics like worrying about the rising prices of onions and potatoes, purchasing and showing off cheap imitation ornaments, designer clothes to name a few. Bargaining is yet an additional one virtue of the Gimc. They business transaction for a "reasonable" price on anything and everything, be it chilies at the store next door or for the newest computer at an upmarket showroom. The old habit of eating biscuits only and only after they have been dipped in one's own tea finds its roots in the Gimc.

Thus the middle class man is shown many dreams by life, only a few go on to comprehend these dreams, others like me write about it.

The Great Indian Middle Class

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