I went for a job interview once. After a series of questions, the interviewer asked me, ‘Where do you see yourself in next 10 years?’

To which I replied, ‘I see myself still being a nice guy.’ I dint get the job. From next interview onwards, I said what the interviewer wanted me to say.

Still don’t understand where am I going with all this, do you?

Every morning I wake up, I try to picture where I want to see myself in the next 10 years. When I was a kid, they told me that the competition is fierce in this open world and I have to work hard to make my mark on the geography. I never really understood what that meant.

Someday my son is going to ask me, ‘What do you do Dad?’ And I am going to look in his curious eyes knowing he expects me to be some kind of super hero. But I am not. His eyes are going to turn into disappointed ones in a matter of second. I cant be just another common man who earns enough to give his son a bauble. I have to be better than that.

When I walk on streets, I think of so many things that ought to be changed in this country. I want to fill up the potholes that create such massive traffic jams. I see a naked beggar shivering in rain and I want to buy him a shirt. I see politicians fighting on cheap issues of naming a bridge and I want to slap the hell out of each one of them. I see a businessman get out of his BMW and pee on the streets and I want to kick him right where his balls are. So I thought, Why not take initiatives to change a few things around. I befriended a street kid and asked him if he wanted to learn ABCD to which he nodded. I reached for a pen and paper in my bag and sat him down.

“Lets see how much you know.” I asked curiously. He started mumbling something. I reached my ear out to grasp every letter he uttered anxiously. To my surprise, the kid knew most of them. Now that was an irony, as I had not expected a street kid to know English alphabets. Hence, I decided to peep into his life.

“How do you know these things?” I asked him.

“I go to a municipality school. They teach me there.” He replied dropping his head.

“Hey don’t be depressed. You are doing well. I bet you what, in 2 weeks you will know all the alphabets.” I assured him.

Over the next 2 weeks, he knew almost all letters, except that he kept getting confused between M and N.

“Are you studying from the book that I gave you? You should be good by now.” I asked.

“I don’t get time to study,” he said, to which I lost my cool.

“Why?” I shouted. He said nothing.

He came back the next day and we started with “A for Apple and B for Ball” lessons. He seemed to be doing well except for two things. For him, E stands for Elephant as well as Giraffe. And Zebra is pronounced as Ghebda. As we were working on these two problems, a man in his late 30s came rushing in and slapped the boy hard in the face. I looked at him in utter confusion and was just about to slang my way through when the man burst out, “I don’t pay him to sit and learn ABCD. I pay him to wash dishes. Don’t you dare entertain him?” Saying so, he walked away with the boy who was now rubbing his cheek trying to hold back his tears. I felt guilty and disgraced at the same time. Guilty for now I knew where the boy spent his time after school and disgraced at myself because I failed at what I had taken the initiatives for.

I went back home, in front of the mirror, looked at myself and thought. How am I alone supposed to change things around when people themselves don’t want to. I want to believe that people like Mahatma Gandhi and Mother Teresa and Baba Amte evolved in this very country. And I am so sure that these people are ashamed of me for failing the task.

I believe in change. And I believe that my change will change the world around me. But honestly speaking I want someone to hold my hand and tell me that I am not alone. I want to see the change that not me alone believes in. I want to see the change that We all believe in. With or without anyone, I will try to change at least one bad thing into good, no matter however small it may be. This is one common man’s thought. And if we all start believing in this change, we are all going to be superheroes. This country needs to change, and that change is us. THE CHANGE, WE BELIEVE IN.

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