In NUST there is always some construction happening somewhere. The workers, petty, illiterate, poor wretches wearing tattered clothes, work, as they are expected to do. But I don’t understand their ‘why’. Money? Nah. Money alone can’t be so powerful to make a donkey of a human being. These people who don’t rebel, are even worse than the donkeys who do rebel to get rest in the hot summer sun and to get their extra burden removed. These workers don’t get any such luxury. At nights they sleep under the open sky on a patch of land between a stagnant smelly lake and SEECS, a school of engineering having its very own supercomputer. These people can’t do engineering and won’t jump in the lake to commit suicide either. Why do they think existence matters? Maybe money for family … But I guess if you give them a choice whereby after their death, only they themselves will be affected, many of these wretched people cancelled by the society, these untouchables will choose to die.
If a passing student merely smiles kindly at one of them, that student actually considers it an achievement. “I was kind to someone I would never want to shake hands or eat meals with”. People smile at these ‘inferiors’ to get a good deed. Why do these people then, born porn and classed as inferiors, choose to wake up again every single day?
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