the thing called class!

my friends take me for a socialist, if not a communist! they will be mighty disappointed if i endorse and appreciate the existence of an elite class of people in society. i give a damn about a monetary upper class, there should be none, of course in an unrealizable utopian society, as we have oh so heartbreakingly realized. i had this sort of silly arguement with a friend yesterday, about the roger-rafa wimbledon final, where he argued that nadal was a representative of the 'proletariate' class, and (poor) federer was a 'bourgeoise', since he wanted to win every point with minimum effort by using his superior skills! even after realizing how absurd the arguement was, one suddenly realizes there is a class of human beings who rise above the rest of the pack, and makes you look up at them in astonishment, if not reverence. i feel elevated, to a higher state of consciousness, every time federer hits a backhand cross-court winner, or a laxman drive whizzes past the cover fieldsmen ... don't you see, some people are just special, and there's nothing wrong with it.
and let me state this, i don't think democracy is always a good idea. to an extent i think plato was right, the multitude doesn't always know what's good for them, that should be decided by an elite. look at what happened while choosing the 'new seven wonders' of the world: 'christ the redeemer' a wonder, in the same category as 'taj mahal'? come on, give me a break. most democracies in the world today actually function in an intermediate manner, where the multitude elect an elite to govern them for a specified period of time. but they botch it up most of the times! look at the cabinet ruling USA, or the corrupt people and goons we elect to the 'lok sabha'.