The I in us is always up in arms.
“It is I who did it, it is I who found it,it is I who spoke about it, it is I who worked for it, it is I who scored high, it is I who caught sight of it.”-goes on the I parody.
We take unusual credit for each and every single deed.
But if anything goes amiss, the I leaves us in a quick relativity.
We mumble,” Really, I do not know, I am not aware of it, I did not see”, so on and so forth, to escape slander.
Why this peculiar affinity to I?
The ego in us centres around self esteem . It is an inflated sense of self worth It is one’s self.
We take pride in ourselves, in our things, in our possession and in our capacity.
This is predominantly visible in our civic sense., in our attitude in common places, in our behaviour in public offices, in our approach towards others.
We keep our houses clean , but throw the dust in the streets.
We restrict our spitting and shouting at home, but freely allow them in common precincts without any hesitation.
We forcibly push through the queue , to get things done,.We exhibit fierce conduct and tempestuous rashness.
The I in us shoots up , with an unexpected tempo, that we tend to forget, that the I becomes You ,in the context of a convention .
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