It’s hard not to be angry when…
…I looked into the dark eyes of little boys and girls on the city streets begging for change or into the surroundings they grow up in.
…more kids came up to knock at my window and asked for food, change or anything at all, but my cabbie shooed them away.
…a completely naked man ran past my motionless cab in traffic, screaming for attention while the world remained oblivious to him.
…a fresh graduate sitting next to me had an “assistant” more than twice his age to help him with minor tasks like ordering his coffee and lighting his cigarettes.
…he was simply too engrossed with his iPad, iPhone and fancy headphones, and couldn’t really afford to take his attention to what’s happening around him.
…at the same time I was given priorities in queues and being addressed as “Miss xxx” by everyone I came into contact with, while my cabbie was trying so hard just to get my AC temperature right.
…a harmless local tried a pickup and claimed he’s a banker from the US (!), embarrassed to be associated with his own country.
But who/what should I be angry with?
The government of this country where more than 1/4 of its people live below the poverty line?
A rapid increase in population despite insufficient resources to support the people’s families?
My comfortable lifestyle in this city while I stare at poverty in the face?
Indifference of the rich?
Or simply the world?