Odes have been written to our greatness.  Yeh jo public hai yeh sab jaanti hai..

Journals have been filled with theories on what happens when we rise.  Uprisings have happened, revolutions have upturned crowns and usurped governments.  We the people, are a sight to behold right now.

We are the very people who were reminded by our mothers every time we left even a little food on our plates, that somewhere a child was going hungry while we had food to eat. In our heads, there was limited food in the world, and if we had it, somebody did not.  

Same case with wasting water.  The noise outside my bathroom door if the shower went on for too long!  Collective good was a real thought, gifted to us who grew in close neighbourhoods, joint families, adjusting to each other’s whims, giving in and taking with a rhythm that I miss so much today.

I wonder when the rhythm changed.  As a generation that grew on the backs of hard-working parents, our privilege in just being able to live a better life is obvious.  So when did privilege become entitlement? 

Somewhere we have begun to believe that our privilege has been earned through fair means and hard work, and those left behind didn’t deserve it. So they don’t deserve our action, empathy, our enablement too. The magic of logic.