Heart, soul and mind!

They are proud of their land, no doubt. It is the only land they know as their own. They are not shy of displaying their loyalty and being happy being born on it. They are wary of their precarious positions and the uncertainty of their futures should they hang on to their patriotism. At the same time, they do not want to forgo what their ancestors have fought for and had got thus far. Utopia is but an elusive dream. Nothing comes close to the near second. A bird in hand is worth twice in the bush. Hold on to what you have, they say.

Forget the social injustices, forget the inequality. Invest into the pluses, do not get burnt by the minuses. With the available opportunities in the neighboring countries, they spread out to rest one of their tentacles, here and there knowing very well where their heart and mind is. The sole purpose of their survival is to prosper. The sob stories of their pathetic ancestors and sacrifices were fed to them all through their impressionable years. They know that without economic prowess and land to own, they cannot flaunt their power. The next best thing they can do is the plough the land of opportunities to milk the golden wealth to hold the string of control behind the scene.

They make sure that they do their part of the bargain, propagating business and colouring the landscape of towns. After all its success will only brings more prosperity to them. And they can hold the bargaining chip with the powers that be. They say, "No money, no talk!"

What was that? A hornbill? Pull the bull by its horn!