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THE COMMAN MAN

  The  crowd was in frenzy.  A  motley crowd  of the worker class and some office workers had gathered there.  The  dirt  and dust of the roadside  and the scalding heat of the summer had no effect on the gathering. A man in his mid thirties was holding a mic .He was one of those clones who mushroom around  social happenings which now a days included  the  general election  taking place in the country and  this  crowd of the Common Man is  always  around  and in readiness to  haunt these you -tubers who poach them for their livelihood.They  try to  acquire the  stance and airs of  a regular reporter to gain some gravitas  but the lack of resources show  in  their general appearance.  The public  around with their eyes  intent on the mic wrestle to grab it. Their joy  could be indescribable.  Their flashing eyes and vigorous body  movement  showed  their  conviction regarding their favourite leader. They forgot their daily toils and the misery of their mere existence ,the dusty broken roads which led to their tenements of  crowded quarters where the  open  filthy drains  raised stink which was unbearable  but they were immune to it. The children,  dogs and cattle went merrily around ,there was not a moment of lull around.  The   women folk sitting outside their homes gelled with  the  dismal scene. 

 The ruling party was holding a rally to lure the voters. The fleet of high profile vehicles and the mammoth carriage carrying the leader and his cohorts was decked up with tons of brightly blooming flowers and  facing the suave politician was the dainty and delicately attired tv anchor  vivacious with her delicate and cautious manner of addressing the man of the moment ,showed her discretion to be careful with her words since she knew her fate hanged on the whims of this  man in power. she could not afford to be like that man treading the dusty roads and thrusting his mic on the ever eager man the Common Man  who ,too ,perhaps yearned  for a moment of  fame when the mic is thrust on him 

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