A bourgeoisie sees history as it is being told to him by another bourgeoisie. He neither cares to read a book to give significance to many politically, religiously, and socially motivated versions of an event that may have happened behind closed doors more than 700
I was riding my gear-less two wheeler for last 25 km on the heckling streets and highways of Delhi, when I saw a man lying unconscious, near the guardrail dividing the two contiguous sides of opposite flowing traffic. The haggard man with a frowzy appearance was babbling some spittle out when my sight wandered to a small puddle of crimson blood adjacent to his skull. The blood had incarnadined the asphalt road.