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Poor working people who bear the biggest burdens in the developing world seldom complain; they cannot put their loads down in protest or go on strike. They sweat, toil and dream silently as the country (in this case India) pulls on placidly. Patiently they lose themselves in their regular husbandry, tend their plants, care for their livestock, and go about their daily duties. Women carry their infants on their backs as they go about their domestic chores. Their burdens cease to be a burden in the forgetful fever of life. They speak of things that the urban elite and the scum who settle in the decadent underbelly of the cities no longer understand. Yet life mellows to its timely fullness on all theatres. The naive rural masses who value traditional wisdom miss some of the modern experiences, while the street smart urbanite misses the graceful poesy pristine nature bounteously showers on man. Yet wherever and whomever you may be, you cannot go amiss in life if you put your God given talents to use.