Our cities are expanding. Buildings scrape the sky. Cars gleam. Bank balances rise. Yet something essential is shrinking: our hearts. The question before us is simple. Does progress mean only wealth, status, and visibility? Or do courtesy, humility, and humanity matter just as much?
I remember a scene at a government hospital in Lucknow. Outside the OPD, a woman had been waiting for hours. A referral slip rested in her hand. She looked exhausted, but hope still lingered in her eyes. Then a man arrived. He wore a crisp kurta and was accompanied by two aides. He exchanged a few words with the attendant and walked straight into the doctor's room.
A man standing in the queue objected. The reply came instantly: "Don't you know who I am?" The woman lowered her eyes and sat back down. This is not merely a hospital anecdote. It is a reflection of our times.
Whether in hospitals, airports, schools, or government offices, an unwritten rule seems to prevail: the law may be equal for everyone, but some people believe they are above it.
Today, status is determined by more than money. Influence, connections, surnames, social standing, and visibility combine to create a dangerous intoxication; one that makes people forget their place in a civil society. We have even normalised it with a phrase: "With the right, jugaad, connections, anything is possible."
VIP culture is the ugliest expression of this mindset. The moment a convoy's siren sounds, traffic comes to a halt. Ambulances struggle to find a way through. Roads built for everyone become the private domain of a privileged few.
In many upscale housing complexes, separate gates and elevators are reserved for domestic workers. Different rules apply to different people. We call it security. In reality, it is discrimination wearing a respectable mask. The irony is painful. We hesitate to show respect to the very people whose labour keeps our homes and lives functioning.
Even school admissions increasingly seem to reward access over merit. Recommendations, influence, and hefty donations often open doors that talent alone cannot. Children are quick learners. They absorb the message that rules are negotiable, fairness is optional, and power matters more than principles.
We often assume education makes people better human beings. But does it? Degrees do not guarantee decency. Fluency in English is not proof of good manners. We have all seen highly educated people mistreat drivers, park on sidewalks, speak harshly to sanitation workers, or summon helpers with a gesture rather than by name.
Our schools and colleges teach competition relentlessly. Far less attention is given to compassion. We teach children how to get ahead. We rarely teach them how to take others along. The foundations of equality are built through small, everyday acts.
Standing in a queue. Waiting your turn. Using public transport. Respecting shared spaces. Considering another person's convenience. This is where civility begins. When people repeatedly see systems bending before the powerful, trust begins to erode.
The man in the hospital queue may hesitate before helping a stranger next time. The domestic worker stopped at the colony gate carries home a quiet sense of humiliation. Rudeness spreads. One act of entitlement breeds another. As the old saying goes, "Politeness is the finest ornament a person can wear."
Change must begin at home. Teach children that sanitation workers, security guards, drivers, and domestic helpers are not merely service providers. They are fellow human beings deserving of dignity and respect.
Teach them to stand in line. Teach them to wait their turn. Teach them to look people in the eye and say, "Thank you." A society's character is revealed not by the height of its buildings, but by the quality of its behaviour.
When wealth becomes more important than humanity, walls may rise higher, but bridges between hearts disappear. Decency is not weakness. Refinement is not performance. Humility does not come with a title.
Your true status is measured not by your bank balance, but by your behaviour. And that may be the lesson we are forgetting most.

Brij Khandelwal






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