Musings of a Tiny Man - 3
They call me caveman. Just because I am a caveman doesn't mean I am ignorant. In fact I have the rare ability to see things for what they are.
I am a caveman neither by birth nor by circumstances. Nobody forced me to become one. I am a caveman by choice and I am proud of it.
It is intellectually more stimulating to be a savage than a civilized being. Civilization carries with a it a burden which you can never get rid of. Nobody blinks an eye when a savage does something bad but when a civilized being strays even an inch from his path, he is berated and castigated by all. However public memory being short people soon forget his infamy - so in the end it really doesn't matter. But it does matter for me - being someone who prefers to maintain a low profile even a brief stint of spotlight doesn't agree well with my disposition.
You think I am mad, don't you? Well, my friend, let me tell you something. What do you call a man who walks on an empty road and keeps on talking to no one in particular?
Mad, anyone would say.
But, if I say that guy is talking on a cell - you would do a complete about-turn and laugh away any mention of lunacy.
So? So, it all depends on the context - you need to have a complete view of what is going on before you pass judgment.
I might be a caveman from the interiors of Andaman and Nicobar island, but I do not pass snap judgments like you guys do. I might seem different, but trust me, underneath we are all the same.
I might speak and talk Queens English or General American, but I am at heart a savage caveman who is proud of his mother tongue - a dialect comprising of a few words, signs and sounds.
But unlike you, I know my place in this vast macrocosm - I am after all a Tiny Man.