He jumped out of his bed. 'Yes, revolution. Thats what I want bring in.. in this wretched country',He exclaimed. He got quite a few like-minded kins along. They hailed with basic psyche who get more than satisfaction by thinking that 'YES' they are bringing in the change.. The change in society.. The change in country... Making the difference. And when it comes to hard-core communist ideas, you will find many supporters. But the path is gory and frustrating. One got to deny the present government and authorities. One got to form a parallel government that's illegal, de jure. One has to live in utter penury and while not forgetting that Karl Marx died in similiar wretchedness.

He was infected with similiar ideas. One night he got up. Clock was ticking 2 O'clock. He had slept a lot. He got up and came out of his room. His room was on the top floor with broad terrace next to it. He walked till the edge of terrace and looked down as though in intention to commit suicide. But No! Something else was on his mind. He looked around all the houses visible from the terrace. They all slept. They all slept with utter indifference. They slept as if this system is not-as-much suffocating to them, as it is to me. He thought, 'Am I struggling for these ignorants'. 'Probably, I am meant to awaken them'.'Probably the new system would bring in rather sound sleep to them, as they are in right now'.'Probably, this night, this sleeping night, is begining of a change'. He goes back to sleep, in sync with everyone all around.

..... After 10 years.....

He has grown bit old. His youth has diminished. He has just married and enjoying his marital life. Its again 2 O'clock in the night. His wife is in deep sleep facing away from him. He looks at her. She is beautiful and young. He has got beginning wrinkles on his throat. When clean shaven, it gets even prominent, making him older than actual age. He carefully perches his neck on the pillow, made vertical. He thinks,'Probably, world is too big to change. He was alone after all. But nonetheless, my-would-be-child, right now ensconsed in her womb, will carry forward the fire in my belly.''Afterall it takes generations to bring in such massive changes'.

.....After 20 years.......

His hairs have grown gray. His beard now permanently unshaven, reminds one of Marx, again. His ideas have not changed any thing per se. Everyone around, visible from the terrace, are still asleep with utter indifference. His own child has got engulfed by materialistic charms. He and his wife occassionally see each other eyes. His wife never understood him. She never got what this man is looking for. She never knew what it means to bring in change.

Now He has grown bored of thinking. He has understood that, it may not be possible to change the world.

Probably, he has changed himself.