An average post!

Now this is an average post, coming from an average blogger. Please stop reading and go back to men and matters that remain "above.average".

Quite contrary to popular beliefs, an ordinary.average.everyday human being is stifled by the most uncommon of demands. It takes a hell lot to be just ordinary, to be just the plain average human being.

Let us see, what it means to be average in this below-average society of ours.
Consider Victim A, and give him this package of goodies: A looks homely, A has two left feet, A cant hold a tune even to save dear life, A cant build/create/paint masterpieces, A is no-biggie when it comes to sports, A does not have shiny gold or silver medals on proud display; A does not study in world-class universities... I could rant on for a few more minutes.

Oh dammit, A has more to him than you would suspect. A is a professional murderer - could kill hours and days without any regret whatsoever. A dreams colourful dreams. A loves enjoying the ordinary life - loves his little tiffs with children, enjoys washing the average car and scrubbing the tiles of his average sized bathroom, believes that deciding on the right colour for his curtains-to-be at home is a big deal indeed, treasures his dust-covered autograph book, craves for multicoloured icecreams, enjoys an occasional family trip to the circus or the theatre, is not a connoisseur of art, feels a bit of spicy gossip is good for health, doesnt mind if his shoerack is not properly done, yada yada.

A is my favourite test subject, he is also the society's favourite victim - the bearer of all sneers and smirks - the specimen which will never answer philosophical questions regarding the purpose of human existence. Do we have time for him? Do we ever give him more than a passing glance?

Now to the hard facts - A is there, omnipresent, he is in you, and he is in me; yet you and me throw him ruthlessly out of the picture; suppress him; try to hide him. In today's rat race, we think we cannot afford to be A anymore. In fact, this is not about being above or below the invisible average mark. It is about whether we are content with what we are or whether we always try to be something else, somebody else... and in that endless attempt of ours, do we forget to live the ordinary, but happy life?

All said and done, our average man "A" is what makes life on this planet all the more lively! And I love him just for that. Geniuses and the extraordinary can stand out and live out. I dont mind being "A", and I dont mind being around a hell lot of them. There is nothing wrong with living life as we want to, even if it means being tagged "average". My happiness is going to rule the roost!
A toast to all the average men and women on earth - all of you are every bit as special as Isaac Newton or Barack Obama or Abdul Kalam. All of you are equally wanted! :)