GERMOPHOBE FINGERS.

I pride upon my neatly trimmed manicured finger nails.I hydrate my fingers with soft moisturising creams to keep them supple.I am a germophobe and do not readily shake hands with strangerly hands which could have been in any god forsaken places.I wash them after their persistent enforced hand shakes.

The white clothed, yet nakedly ambitious ingrates came at my door to clamour my support for them. They bragged about their various achievements over the last 5 years which were probably conjured up by them.The suburb was as decrepit as ever with the overflowing sewers and expedition worthy, pot holed roads. The once green parks were stripped of the grass tops and lay barren. The suburb was in a state of anarchy. The power cuts regularly crippled us and the rising prices of essential commodities were shooting through the roofs day by day. An air of dissatisfaction lingered around the suburb.The rich rode in their cool over sized vehicles while the hoi polloi walked in a heated disgruntled state.The entire populace were in a state of impotence, unable to react at all.

A thought of rebellion germinated in a small percent of the crowd. The clean white capped ones got support in the initial movement but slowly were marginalised and eventually fizzled out. Nothing could stand the might of the corrupt rulers. Days would come and go but things would remain the same.

Everyone in the electoral fray had their own axes to grind. The parties never mattered, all that they ever wanted was their own slice of crumbling pie. They were the cyclic marauders and ravagers who had the official right to strip the city's naked core.
They had our permission.
They had our votes.

I live a guiltless life, I dont blame myself and never live in a denial mode.

I have never entered a voting booth.
I understand the futility of that entire process.

My manicured nails are clean as ever.

They do not bear any ink of guilt,submission or any 'germs' of corruption.

My opinions and beliefs may be open to protracted debates.

Last week, my son rushed to greet me at the door proudly showing an ink tattoo on his index finger.He had been immunised with a vaccine, was happily prancing around. The vaccine tattoo would 'protect' him through out life. Today also, some gullible adult folks will show off their inked fingers as if they have laid their lives for the country by voting.

Little do they know, their future is 'unprotected' as ever.