I am a whiner.
Wow, first new post after almost a year and I start with this – holy self-deprecation, Batman!!
It’s true – I am a whiner and all my friends know it. I love cribbing all the time about how fucked up my life is, how everything is going wrong, etc etc. It’s not that I don’t know this too (duh, I am blogging about it, ain’t I?). But every time I promise myself that I will stop whining, within an hour I am back to my whining ways.
But, you know when I am most ashamed about my whining habits? When I see people living on the streets, kids running around naked, month-old babies lying on the sidewalks – looking at their lives, I realise my life has been easy beyond comparison. I feel like helping them, I feel I should give them money or something, but beyond giving alms to a few beggars, I have done precious little till now.
I can afford to empty out the contents of my wallet to these unfortunate people (at least, for a while) and their need is definitely greater than mine. So why don’t I do it? Is it because I am selfish? Sometimes, I tell myself that if I give money to them, most of it will go to the local goons organising these begging rings (yeah, we have them in India), but that I think is just rationalising after the fact. So maybe,I am selfish after all. But if that is so, what that does say about the rest of us – I don’t see many opening up their wallets either.
