Invisible

One man. Just one among such socially active people at this dhaba, sits in deep thought. He stares straight to the road, scratching his white beard every now and then. His eyes., focused on something absent from the scene. Silent, alone and messed up. Perhaps a laborer, a common worker thinking about how he'll get through the day.
Would the opinion of such a man matter to me?
No.
Why?
He doesn't count. He doesn't matter.

I now understand why corporate fucks and our leaders don't care about the nation or its people. Why they are so inconsiderate. If I, nothing as I am, would regard this commoner as lame, incapable of intellectual thought and unworthy of my attention, Why would they then care about me? After all, I am to them, as this man is to me. Non-existent. 
Our whole nation doesn't count, doesn't matter.

Common man is oppressed. Not by the lack of wealth or any other resources, but merely by the lack of educated thought. Even then, we all think in our mother-tongue.
We all think.
A language by nature.

Organizing these thoughts is vital for efficient thought processes. Then again, efficient thought processes have a different meaning for different people. It is in fact how we perceive. Everything is. 

A requirement, perhaps, at a religious level.

All That and Much More

                                                                                       Abay bill to de day!

Dhaba - Hajj Terminal - Karachi

O Bhenc***!

Such is the talk of ours in the presence of elders, even if they're strangers, does it matter?

The respect, is for age, not connections/affiliations.

Would that we were taught better conduct. All that is focused upon, is the journey to be an earning man. What comes after? You're successful yaar!

Is success defined by what we earn? What designation/rank we are at?

Or is it what Religious fanatics call "aakhirat ki kaamiabi"?

Perhaps we have our own interpretations of the term. Perhaps, its an amalgam of all that mentioned above and much more.

To me, it is nothing but self-awareness. A state of clarity in which you realize clearly and correctly why you are here in this world, while being directly aware of what exists in this world and why? 

This page, exists to be written upon, the pen, to write. 

There is nothing more to it. No deeper meaning. If only we were to understand. 

I only seek independence. For me, independence and freedom , are synonymous.
Let not those who cage you, be the master of you. Enemy, they must be considered.
Interpret in terms of brute force.