Irony

The only thing that was on my mind as I woke up was “Oh god, I am super late”. As an idol for so many youths of my nation, I can never be late for any of the events. So, I took my key and drove, feeling myself like a so called Paul Walker.  Millions of things were going in mind. I have not done anything lately. All I do all day long is to chit chat with my friends in some posh café around the town and talk about how to make the nation a better place for the people. But, I have not done anything literally to make it happen. We just talk, talk, and talk until we get tired of what we have talked about and get back home when it is just about the time to wake up.

“BOOOOMMMM”.

That sound got me back to the reality. For a second I was roaming in my thoughts and now here I am standing and shouting using all the foul language that I have learnt from my friends to a poor old lady.  I was unaware of the car that was making a turn on the opposite road and speeded up. But, who am I kidding? I am not going to admit that, because I am the idol of the nation! I called my PA and asked to settle up the issue and got me a cab and rushed to the event. I saw few hundred pairs of eyes looking at me with so much amazement. It was my time to give a speech as the guest of honour.

“This nation need more people who could show their words in action rather than talking so much in developing the country. We need more youth who are compassionate towards everyone. Stop being arrogant towards the elders and be humble”.

That was the first three sentences of my speech. ‘What an irony of me saying all these words’, I thought.