I was sitting outside the park gates this morning, waiting for a call, and I heard two office types arguing about something on their phones — inflation, the budget, I don't know. One of them was saying the government is ruining everything, the other was defending some minister. Both of them looked like they had never missed a meal in their lives. This is what I see every day — people who sit in AC rooms talking about problems they read in newspapers, problems that don't touch them. Me, I don't need to read about inflation, I feel it when diesel goes up by two rupees and my whole day's earnings shrink. These park philosophers, they argue like they are solving something, but they go home to their flats and forget by evening. The real conversation happens at the petrol pump, in the auto stand, where the money actually stops coming and the children actually go hungry if you don't work.