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Everything there is organized.People who work there are expected to wear blues and blacks and whites and greys. Any color would just break the decorum of the place. Every group of labor has a head labor. They look after their group. But, sometimes are not true in their intentions. Everyone wants to become the head of the factory and in a race to do so, forget that it is ok to fail. It is ok if you aren’t the chief because, at the end of the day, you are a labor for the factory owner!
Everyone has the same expression on their faces, look alike, talk alike and everything is the same. No unique character. They are conditioned to think in only one way, the way that helps the factory to grow.
Over time, it has led to the commercial orientation of society with emphasis on producing goods and services. Everyone is scared to think beyond the factory as they have responsibilities to look after.
They grow old working for the factory and die with one thought in heart, ‘Why did not I ever try to come out of it? But, even if I did, how possibly could I have taken care of the responsibilities I had?’
Written by Ashna Garg
Ashna grew up in a jazzy town (where she felt she can never fit in), did graduation in economics (where she didn’t fit either) and she writes (where she finally started to feel like she fits in)