“Success comes to those who work hard, not the slackers,” said he, dressed in an impeccable suit, from his air-conditioned office, while a slacker scrubbed the floors in the basement. Yet another slacker was lifting a heavy crate, and one was plastering walls at some random construction site.
“Work, work, work,” he continued, sipping coffee, “I worked when my friends partied. You got to get an early start.” The eight-year old cleaning the utensils thanked her fortunes–how much earlier could you start?
“And remember, you work for the people, selfless work is the key.” In front of his screen, the doctor clapped at that, and in a remote village a selfish farmer found the perfect noose.
The newspaper, the televisions, all published the virtues of hard work, but the appreciation failed to reach the labourers, who could neither read nor could they afford to watch the telly.
© K.A. Acharya