This city is home to a lot of events. Amongst them, literary meets. Amusing things.You reach there and understand how knowledgeable fellow human beings are. Everybody knows everything. The cosmos overflowing with knowledge. Anybody can speak about anything under the sun. And more surprisingly, everyone understands everything. A microcosm of heavy intellect. Heavy to the point of claustrophobia. There's no air around. It's all intellect, dripping away in each particle you happen to inhale. Words of wisdom, critical insights and high philosophy soaks every inch of your being. Everyone is high on aesthetics, academics, art. An unthinkable jostling of bodies as starving souls seek enlightenment. Invites pour in from all ends. People tell you they are 'doing' poetry or literature with devotion and sincerity. 'Do' is the new in-thing. You are expected to be there. To see it all being done. To appreciate, applaud. Steaming coffee, stimulated brains, sincere nods and sweet smiles. Claps that permeate the universe as novel ideas are articulated amidst the holy blessedness of human breath.

Amma sits outside. With her stupid gaze. Comprehending nothing. Her prescription and bowl of expectations in front of her.

As the gathering dissolves, important, enlightened two legged beings emerge. A few coins to Amma. Perhaps.

Social service, self-importance and knowledgeability. Ask the ragpicker, yeah, God's world couldn't have 'done' it better.