A man, belonging to an influential class of society, sits with his group of friends at a regular café for dinner. It’s a Saturday night, and he is almost feeling relaxed. Talking too much makes him feel good about himself, gives him self-contentment; so he converses about his most recent achievements that had taken place at work. His friends listen to him intently and rather enjoy it, thinking that they might accidentally learn some great tip that accounts for his present success in life. Hearing about his future endeavors is more than just plain fascination for them.
The man talks a lot about his immense love for humanity. He continues by telling them how much his heart weeps for the poor and unfortunate in his country. He tries to motivate his companions by repeatedly saying (as he says to the people at his office): ‘We must be the change to bring forth a change!’
Suddenly, their conversation is disrupted by three middle-aged women who enter the café, beating their chests and wailing for help. The man calls them to him at once and inquires about their particular trouble. One of the women, whilst sobbing heavily, explains that her daughter is in the hospital whose kidneys have failed to function and requires an immediate treatment, and the doctor would not do anything till they pay the bills for all the necessary medication. The man takes all the details to the hospital’s name, phone number, the doctor responsible, etc. He first makes sure the woman speaks the truth and then he takes out his wallet. His friends cannot help but count the number of bills he gives to the woman. The women, before walking out of the café, pray for his long life and prosperous health and wealth. The man and his companions later get back to discussing how poverty has struck the nation, and how much the world needs more generous and kind-hearted people like the man himself.
On Monday morning, at work, he sits with two of his colleagues during a meeting, and looks for a moment to tell them about his weekend tale of utter charity. He gets his chance after a strenuous activity of beating about the bush and hence elaborates the saga in the most dramatic fashion. They listen up closely, whilst marveling at their senior’s most excellent, humble and virtuous character. No doubt, this was a great lesson for them. One of them, a girl, is slightly accompanied with a feeling of falsehood about the man’s intentions; nevertheless, she chooses to ignore it, considering the deed itself to be extremely inspiring and praiseworthy in it.
The girl returns to her desk, as she keeps thinking highly of the man. After a while, the girl is joined by her colleague for lunch, who tells her about the man’s personal servant, a young boy, eating stale bread in the kitchen. The girl feels nauseous and shocked. Isn’t he the same man who just told her about his moralistic story of being a pure humanitarian? (Wait a second) She wants to know the reason as to why that boy who is in the service of a successful, rich and most importantly, a charitable man, cannot be provided with a healthy but cheap meal. She is told that the boy has to send all his salary back home to his poor family who rely on him for their source of income, so he cannot make use of the money he earns, to buy himself an affordable and cheap meal. He is not given any extra penny by the charitable humanitarian for his two meals a day, or even one. Why should he be given? Isn’t he thankful enough that he is employed, even if he only deserves to go to school? And who is going to bother asking the boy whether his needs are being fulfilled or not. The impression that is given off is that he is the servant of a rich man with a big, mighty and generous heart. Naturally, he is better off than so many others like him.
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Such is hypocrisy. Fuck humanity?