The term ‘middle-class’ has to be the most overused (read, abused) adjective in the whole of journalistic repertoire in
your middle-class membership, though. Everyone’s middle-class, apparently. Kinda makes you wonder, is there a line that tells you who really is middle-class and who isn’t? What is it? The car, the house, the shirt-brand? Anything more definite and less conveniently blurred?
Yes …the Rs10 bus ticket.
If you live in Hyderabad, the sight of the LCD-display A/C buses that ply between Secunderabad station and VIT Park, Hi-Tec City, wouldn’t be unfamiliar, though it could be rare, sight. Rs10 is the minimum fare to get onto the bus. And at office-time when it’s absolutely crazy to try and utilize the public transport system, this comes as a real relief. Who wouldn’t shell out Rs10 for a ride from Panjagutta to Secunderabad in the seated comforts of an A/C bus, as opposed to fighting for footboard-space on the ‘ordinary’ bus?
Well, that’s your clear demarcation of the middle-class and the not-middle-class. No obscure, all-inclusive set, you can either afford it or you can’t. Not everyone does choose the Rs10 ride of comfort over the Rs4 madness; for not everyone can shell out Rs10 for the daily ride home.
So, I sit comfortably inside the 47V A/C bus, reading a second-hand English novel or listening to music on my refurbed ipod, as the other ‘ordinary’ bus, tilted to one side with people hanging out of the doors, passes by. Thank God we live in a country where the middle-class is so empowered, I think, and continue reading.
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