The spirit of commerce is zealously relishing its sway over the modern-day mass psyche. All our passions, prejudices, pride and myriad other silent inconsistencies of our character go onto feed the spirit of the corporate operating with an officious smile, promising enduring homilies and affinities. Even the artless, hardworking rural rustic society is falling into the sheen of the corporate. There are entrepreneurs wandering in the streets, like this hawker who is shouting, ‘Get eyesight glasses. Get your eyes checked and get a number ka chasma so that you can see even an ant on your neighbor’s wall.’
Well-qualified ophthalmologists beware now. He is a small thin man with a testing kit on his bicycle. These are the times of doorstep delivery of products and services. Even the malls look like a kind of obligation now. There are so many people who are open to the idea of delivering anything from needles to road engines to your doorstep. Every street has a peasant woman selling garments and clothes apart from buttermilk and milk. One provides dung-cakes also. I recall a very kind-hearted, ever-smiling, loving custom clearing agent. Mention procuring a fighter jet to him. ‘Ho jayega, worry not!’ he is always there to help you keep your hopes alive.
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