I just don’t care. Do you?

My dear Billy, Who are we to say why the sun must shine, why the rain must fall, why the wind must blow? Who are we to say why the sky is blue, why the ocean is deep, why the birds must sing? There are many people in this great big world who live under the delusion that they are the centre of attraction, that things happen because of them and according to their sweet will, that they are indispensable guys, and this doesn’t include those indispensable folk who have been cremated either on a heap of logs or in the electric incinerator. But I don’t give a damn, my dear Billy. How am I bothered with what people think about themselves or their importance, when I don’t even care what they think of me? In any case, whatever some people may be thinking about me, there must be many others who are thinking quite the contrary and either way, what each side thinks, does in no way change me from what I am. Do you think it makes any difference to me if the proud cock believes that the sun rises every morning to listen to its crowing? Chantecler may squelch in its own muck of ignorant egotism if it wants, I don’t give a damn. Do you believe it makes a difference to me when some people claim that in removing feathers off chicken, they are the experts? Or that a certain soap is the best that mankind can produce? Do you think it is going to change my digestive system if the brave heroes of the Islamic State blow off their Muslim brethren in Bangladesh, Baghdad or Saudi Arabia during the holy and pious month of Ramadhan? I don’t give a damn if under the pretext of reducing accidents, government pockets hundreds of millions of rupees every year through fines collected from speeding or drunk drivers. I don’t give a damn if doctors fleece their patients or if lawyers try to prove that criminals are innocent. Where’s my problem if a lady crossing the road just outside a pedestrian crossing gets knocked down by a vehicle? What’s my problem if some bastards set fire to sugar cane fields just before the harvest? Do you think I should worry if parents don’t have money to buy books for their kids but can buy rum and cigarettes for themselves? Or who squander all their money in the gambling dens at the Champ de Mars? No, my dear Billy, I just don’t care. I don’t give a damn if the rain falls on a certain day when the neighbour is planning to go to the seaside. I don’t give a damn if the repo-rate, or whatever it is by any other name, maintains its balance and remains the same as yesterday, or if it goes up or down or elsewhere. No, my dear Billy, I am really not bothered whether they practice any hedging to save on the cost of fuel but end up encountering heavy losses in the process; just as I don’t care about the global warming that’s going to bring the world to an early end. I just don’t care if the Prime Minister doesn’t belong to this community or that, or to this caste or religion or to that one, or whether he is white, black, yellow, or brown or Technicolour, or whether his father was Prime Minister or not, or whether his name is given to this building or that. I don’t give a damn if God is sleeping and some people have to wake Him up to the thundering drums. Do you think it’s any of my problems if school boys and girls bunk school and go to the seaside or bungalows and have a prohibited nice time? Or if they smoke and consume alcohol or take synthetic drugs before coming to a class? I just don’t care, my dear Billy. I don’t care if drug consumption escalates to new highs and makes new victims every day, while the gentle Minister of Health is blissfully unaware of the fact. I don’t care if more and more of my countrymen are tested positively for HIV. I don’t give a damn if tourists are attacked, raped and robbed or simply fleeced in the shops, hotels, restaurants and taxis. I don’t give a damn if the Americans and the British have joint hands in order to steal our country at the Chagos Archi pelago. I don’t give a damn, my dear Billy, if nobody reads this piece or any of my books that may come out in the future because I don’t give a damn if they miss some happy moments in life. I just don’t care, my dear Billy. Do you ?