Small Man Syndrome

Call it a syndrome and people pay attention. Call it a habit and they yawn. Small Man Syndrome deserves the attention.

It is not an illness, and there is no injection for it. The treatment is older and slower: honest priorities, kept daily, in the presence of people who will tell you the truth.

During the monsoon, one clogged drain teaches the whole lane about the commons. Everyone kept it clean, everyone assumed someone else owned it, everyone waded home together.

Society is a long conversation; the only question is whether you are listening or merely waiting to speak. One page cannot change a life. But one recognised pattern can change a Tuesday, and lives are made of Tuesdays.