WHAT IS TODAY?
To the threaded and invincible pit holes placed on the map of life by our free will, are we not certain victims? As if we were destined to visit the darkest of the tunnels and embrace the putrefaction of the world if we decide to walk straight and honest. When the game of fame and vanity started, the practice of values and honesty ended. Truth disappeared. It took the God away with it. Rationale and reason are now the weapons of an average mind’s confusion. Law in the hands of that confused adult is, I am afraid, nothing but a contraceptive to justice. On the other end of the city, laziness inducing welfare schemes masking the intention of buying out the society became the ultimate excuse of robbers for snatching the hard-earned. Democracy is a spoiled young man misguided by the hunger of his fascist cousin. Socialism became the old man with an arthritic knee. Communism is still a theory like it had always been. I hate to say the name of that remnant yet dominant ism and instead penned my definition; The more convincing your words are and the more glamorous your visuals are, the more believers you build your capital on.
Still why do I search for truth in all of this?
Why be the thinker? and dwell in the poisonous mind and deny it’s pollution
Why hold onto the events of TODAY?
Lies lie in the lying lives forever. A man has needs. A man is curious. But his neighbour, an another man has a place on this earth like him and he deserves the acknowledgement of his right to stay. Eventually, it all started with this partiality one showed out of compassion towards an ungrateful neighbour. It grew and became the bullet of exploitation in the gun of that neighbour. Civilisation divided people of races for the betterment of cultural ease but never to claim the superiority of one over the other. With an additional coin in your pocket earned by selling the resources that you market with enticing business models and fashion models, you are no king to me, maybe a salesman! Only if one is generous enough. You made a deal with one of our own to diminish the supply of the necessary. Then you created an alien necessity and made me buy it from you. The earlier equation where we spoke of the neighbour was evidently replaced by a neighbouring country. After all, a country is a representation of a place with boundaries on the very earth that belongs to everyone. Some call it globalisation. Some call it consumerism. I call it rowdy-ism. I don’t hate you. I just pity my own and I condole the restless nights the honest leaders on the earth strive to bring in the change among the ignorant. Once upon a time, I am among those who blindly hoped for the one who would rise. But now I don’t search anymore in the eyes of the uninitiated if there is a hint of bright future in his truthful eyes. Once in a while though, I get distracted from my hopelessness and helplessly surge my bets on the disassociated, detached and distanced nominee for change.
Around 80 years ago from today, an old man asked each one us to be that nominee for change. He tried to be that change and got himself killed believing that the people around him would build the world upon his noble sacrifice. And many more men around his time anticipated the same during their dying minutes. But all we did was debate on what kind of dressing a woman should follow. And that was why, even though there could be one in me who aspire from those great men and be that nominee for change, I dearly and consciously deny to realise it and not die for the imperturbable lot that we are becoming to be.
And not let my thought die in vain too…..
