There are riots in London. People are on the streets. Looting shops. Burning cars. It began with the police shooting and killing someone who happened to have a dark skin.

When I first heard of these riots, I thought they were violent protests against police brutality. But as I read more, I realised that these riots were raids carried out by young men.

My first reaction was of shock. Then rage. Then outright disgust. After calming down. I tried to analyse what it was, that stung me so. Was it the poverty, the blatant lack of direction, the clear absence of education as opposed to literacy? Probably no. Where I come from, such pillaging would fail to surprise anyone. Then why, was I moved so.

I found the answer in my own life. In my own strife. My existence, my condition, is a result of my choices and my actions. I was born into a family where we do not have much, except education and vision. Whatever I am, I have worked for. Hard. And I thought about the victims of the riots. The shop owners. The people who owned the cars which were set ablaze. I wondered if the things that you work so hard for can just be taken away like that. If someone can own a new pair of trainers by just walking into a shop, picking them off the shelf and walking away with them. How I would love to do something like that! But I have chosen the harder way. I have chosen to work for those trainers. To run bare feet before I can wear them. And I wonder if all this means nothing. If all my hardships are in vain. Because there will always be someone who can just walk into my house and take everything I have. Who can own everything I have built with my sweat and blood. Where is the fairness in this?

The answer to this question is that there is no fairness. There are no guarantees in life. The rights which are given to modern man, are a creation of the society. And they are fake. The questions which are never asked are - who gives these rights? Why must a man follow them? For his own safety? What if he refuses to trade his freedom for his safety? Will he then be at war against the whole society? Every right, in fact, is a chain intended to shackle the beast which rages inside each and every human. And these shackles break, at times. And the beast roars. And prowls. And devours. This is real life. Devoid of modern social bondages. Devoid of the beautiful but counter-evolutionary ideas of liberty, fraternity and equality. This is the intended fate of the earth.

Men like me are dancing with the breeze. Are living within these walls of fake reassurances which modern society gives us. Fairness, in fact, is a meaningless notion. It was created for deception. It is the blindfold covering the eyes of Justitia. It is what makes a cripple out of modern man.

I do not support anarchy. I support harmony. I support the right to dream. I support the right to trust, and be trusted. I support a utopia.