He was an inquisitive man and had an insatiable thirst for knowledge. These days, especially, he was learning so much about history, geography, anthropology and constantly discovering amazing true facts about the vileness of foreign brands, instructions seals on gas cylinders, the hidden names of politicians, stages in the life cycle of a rock, how to charge your phone battery by dipping it in water and that the Earth is really the center of the universe. He was becoming an expert on everything under the sun, even the Sun; ancient aliens had transformed his life. He had grown so much in such a little while. He felt awakened; on Facebook.
He was disgusted that people could do so much for the world but chose not to. He himself had saved countless lives, helped cancer patients, cleansed rivers, saved Africa and contributed to the research grants of at least six deadly incurable diseases. All it had required was to show some compassion and share the pic. Sometimes a simple like would suffice. See, he himself might not have held a scalpel but at least he had placed a brick under the ambulance to prevent it from sliding downhill.
What was the world doing in the meantime? Spreading love you would think. He smirked; no, they did not even have the shame left to realise what their mother or sometimes father meant to them. They did not feel proud even after reading the text at the top of pic which said that they should feel proud, tch tch.
He upheld the dignity of women and attended a candle march too. He would have delivered a roaring speech but that bitch from college was there too, whom he had mistakenly abused on the phone twice for calling out the fake profile he had made of a girl. Sometimes he felt alone in this war against such sick humans. But he had been rescued from disillusionment, for here on Facebook he had come across authors who had changed his life, given him a vision. He downloaded the complete works of nagas, Bhagat and a copy of The Alchemist from freepdf.com. He would get around to reading them soon. Genius stuff, he had often argued about them.
It was not just the literature but also the people he had met there who opened his eyes. They told him how he had been randomly born into the one true religion and had wasted all these years without understanding its point. What was his religion not? They had asked. Logical? Scientific? Progressive? Peaceful? The questions were not rhetorical. So they all contributed and arrived at the conclusion that it was truly the one religion. He felt a sense of calm that day. The next day he liked and joined a fascist fanatic group and made it a habit. He would change the world one day at a time, one post, share/like/retweet at a time.
He goes to the gymnasium too.