I
entered as the door slowly slid open. The rearmost part of the metro
would seldom be crowded as passengers would either get on or off the
coach. Unlike other coaches, it lacked commotion and one would get to
enjoy the privilege of slowly sinking into their thoughts. I hurried
to one of the seats beside the window and checked my phone of any
notifications. I switched it off. The ride back home was what I
always looked forward to. Ensuring I would have my time all to
myself, I looked around. As usual, most of the people were already
busy on their phones or were about to. I had become accustomed to
this, and I found it pitiful. But during the first few days, I was
dumbfounded as they would not raise their heads until the station
they got off arrived. At such times, I agonized the
present
reality.
The
preeminent part of traveling in the metro was the
way
I felt as if I was gliding past all these places. Looking out the
window, I could see the buildings. The buildings were notably floor
to ceiling windows and the buildings looked like huge mirrors
reflecting other buildings, the cars and people near them, reflecting
the hustle, the avarice, and cupidity of the commercial world. The
buildings were massively huge and a closer look at these buildings
could make you feel the power and robustness it radiated.
Though
it was alluring to all, I contemplated these buildings as an elite's
way of looking down upon
the indigent also reflecting classism. The tall buildings of the
elites were solidity of classism. The indigent witness tragedies from
an early stage of life and the elites profess a life devoid of
tragedy. Eventually, driven by the deception, jumping to an upper
class drives them. The first nations were institutionalized to
flourish the idea of differences. However, many have had the
intellect to go against the orthodoxy and illuminate their ideology
to the world.
For
instance, the communist manifesto published before the Springs of
Nations in Europe had an intriguing ideology which changed the course
of the history of many great nations. All hitherto existing society
is the history of class struggles. These representatives of different
classes stood in constant opposition to one another, uninterrupted, a
fight sometimes concealed and sometimes blatant. A fight that each
time ended, either in a revolutionary reconstitution of society at
large or in the common ruin of the contending classes. The abominable
cruelty of a revolution is its justification. In order to make an
omellete few eggs need to be broken. The irony is the revolution fail
to deliver its purpose. Eventually, a corrupt system is established
proving the
revolution as a veiled allegory. As George Orwell famously said,
"Everyone is equal, but some are more equal than others."
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