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On the occasion of India’s Independence Day, our thoughts invariably turn to the Common Man!

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R K Laxman Common Man

Happy are they who in this chaos of things
With the feet of time chasing them in the rear,
Continue to be Very Ignorable Persons
Living modestly, armed only with hope, doubt and fear.

In this uncertain and ambiguous world
Full of pompous VIPs of a different kind,
Happy are they, anchored on fixed belief
Immense wealth they do not need to mind.

Drunken driving they dare not indulge into
Lest the long arms of law catch up with them,
Disproportionate assets not to worry about
The poverty in their lives being the only gem.

They continue to chug along eking out a living
Facing the harsh slings and arrows of Fate,
Happy, contented, smiling, enjoying togetherness
Nurturing their family along with a soul mate.

Lining up for public facilities they are used to,
But they sleep well, relishing the small joys of life
They dream big for their younger…

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R K Laxman Common Man

Happy are they who in this chaos of things
With the feet of time chasing them in the rear,
Continue to be Very Ignorable Persons
Living modestly, armed only with hope, doubt and fear.

In this uncertain and ambiguous world
Full of pompous VIPs of a different kind,
Happy are they, anchored on fixed belief
Immense wealth they do not need to mind.

Drunken driving they dare not indulge into
Lest the long arms of law catch up with them,
Disproportionate assets not to worry about
The poverty in their lives being the only gem.

They continue to chug along eking out a living
Facing the harsh slings and arrows of Fate,
Happy, contented, smiling, enjoying togetherness
Nurturing their family along with a soul mate.

Lining up for public facilities they are used to,
But they sleep well, relishing the small joys of life
They dream big for their younger ones
Struggling hard to keep them away from harm and strife.

Not for them the exalted concerns of the privileged class
The color of the beacons on their cars, the power and the pelf,
The ‘special handling’ at airports, at toll booths and at other places,
Twisting the short arms of the law, escaping ignonimity of the self.

The enforced solitude and the lack of real private space
Missing the late night ice creams off a street-parked cart,
The stress of living in a fish bowl, always in the media glare
Unable to go off to a movie or to a museum for a spot of art.

Imagine being a Bertie Wooster sans the millions
Going about life care-free, helping out pals in distress,
Reuniting sundered hearts, obliging ungentlemanly aunts
Avoiding a saunter down the aisle with an aspiring mistress.

Tickling purring cats behind their ears, befriending dogs with aniseed,
Relishing lavish spreads of Anatole, laced with some exotic wines,
Merely pinching policemen’s helmets, manuscripts and cow-creamers
Facing a beak like Pop Bassett and coughing up some modest fines.

Our system somehow does not follow Pop Bassett’s example
Our celebrities might be aware how very lucky they happen to be,
Receiving acquittals aplenty, escaping the thirty days without an option
A furlough there, a bail here, pretty liberal the system appears to be.

Happy are they who in this chaos of things
With the feet of time chasing them in the rear,
Can afford the luxury of continuing to be Very Ignorable Persons
Living modestly, armed only with hope, doubt and fear.

(Illustration courtesy R K Laxman: The Common Man)

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