The walking dead

I have seen people who have gone unnoticed in their lives, who are there and yet never there, who do not try to furbish their shoes, do not try to outshine others, albeit successful never raise eyebrows, never do anything flashy, are never popular or notorious even, never attract any attention and get lost in the swarm. What is the meaning of such a life? What is the meaning of leading a life like a ghost without having any definite purpose whatsoever? Such a person fails to grab attention throughout his life. These are the people who are never remembered. Their decisions are never their own. Their thoughts are plagiarized. Their actions are never ‘reflexive’. They are literally dead. You would lose interest in such a person within seconds after the inception of a real conversation. Nobody wants a zombie nodding at their personal matters eh!

Remember being discreet and being dumb are two different things. Discretion isn’t about being dead; it is about doing something without grabbing attention. I am talking about those who are the walking dead amongst us.

Their countenances never dilate eyes, their faces are expressionless, their mannerism wouldn’t grab the slightest of your attention even if you are locked alone with them in a room. They are the real living dead. You might be working with them in your workplace for years and yet you wouldn’t remember their name on any event coz they have never been there literally. They are the most insecure freaks. They get a feeling ‘everybody’s watching me’ and so they put themselves in check every now and then but in fact nobody’s. They seek their respite only in the company of their own circle. Some of them are socio-networking freaks who only have a blast on the websites but are different altogether. Some believe that they are going to be remembered for their futile deeds forever but in the long run they are the ones who get forgotten first for their petit bourgeois acts even though they are at the apex hoisting the victory flag.

What’s the use of leading such a life when you have become successful in roping only a few fans?

I personally don’t believe living such a life is going to do anybody any good. I have always distinguished myself as an individual who is different from the others. One can easily point me out of the mob. My countenance never lacks expressions. I have never been reticent about my feelings. They say I am lively and nimble, well I say it is my ID. I spread the message of life around me. It is something I am proud of. To be able to leave an impression, to be able to make an impact, to never leave anything ‘steady’ intact, to be able to bring about the change, to do things with my own personal touch – that’s what I enjoy about myself.

All I can say to those leading such a life and sulking about it - You need to lighten up and get out! Get out and get acquainted with 'real' guys, the world isn’t small; it is full of wonderful people who are still unexplored. The final advice of utmost importance - while leading this life never stop having fun! (The line in bold: A great man once told me that!)

If everything is pre-decided....whats the point?

When people veil their weaknesses with the curtain of excuses, they generally come up with the idea - "Everything is pre-decided. The fiasco happened because it was bound to." With that thought they mask their blunders and abscond the scene. The thing is, whoever has given that idea might not have thought about the fact that if everything in this universe is pre-decided then what is the point of it all. If everything in this life is set then what is the meaning of living this life. When everything has been figured out before then why are we reliving the same boring life again and again. If we are not able to change our destiny then how stupid this life would be. If the destiny and each and every path leading to the destiny has been set earlier then what fun would be there to live a life like that. Not to be able to change destiny, I think that is the real bummer.

I wish 'they' are not true. None of their assumptions should be true otherwise we would all be stuck in a loop living the same old meaningless life without ever complaining because we wouldn't know.

To be able to take challenges and unforeseen risks makes life adventurous while the thrill and the suspense of fulfilling one's desire steals the show. I don't want this fact to change.

Absolving yourself

Well, at times, we feel the sudden urge to set things straight and make someone petty fathom that what you have been doing was for good while that person keeps on misunderstanding you. You want him to really comprehend what’s going on rather than blindly abominating. But sooner or later you realize that the same person is never going to affect you in real life and even when you let him think ugly, it is hardly going to matter. So why bother? But in the long run, it is always going to pinch you that there’s a person out there who hates you for nothing, who believes the wrong side of the story and calls you a phony.

There is hardly anything that can pacify you then and there is, literally, nothing that you can do. You realize in the long run, you have created a bunch of those guys who hate you for the same reason believing ‘his’ story because you never got to express yourself to them. Then again you find that it is going to be trifle after all. But what about the queue you have left behind who are all frowning at you believing some random guy’s opinions? You know you can’t go out and talk to them because your hands are tied and yet you want things to change.
You wish if only all the people on the planet start listening to both the sides of the story before adjudicating you. Still, the presence of such people in your life, might make you feel insecure, might compel you to raise questions to yourself about your conscience even though you believe whatever you did was right. You wish to be absolved but there’s no one to resort to.

To that there is one ultimate thought that might assist you forever. If the same ugly thing is said about you to your ‘true’ friends then they are not going to believe it anyway. No matter how hard they try to elucidate themselves in front of your friends they would always trust ‘you’ for who you are and never believe the random guy’s words. The feeling that ‘at least my friends don’t think so’ and that ‘there are people who care and love me even when things go ugly’ is the penultimate feeling that is going to heal all wounds and you would feel that you have vanquished your woes. You wouldn't remain the same penitent guy again.

The diehard sport

Surreal as it might seem, some of us are way into something - one can hardly do anything to deter our love for the same. The craze is overwhelming and the fad is the obsession. For instance, I am a big fan of cricket, I believe I live it everyday. There is cricket in my bones, in my cells and I hardly miss any opportunity to try a shot or two. I have hurt my ligaments playing the same albeit I still play whenever I get a chance. I am a tennis fan too. In the same manner I have seen those diehard football lovers who can do anything for the game and by anything I mean 'anything'.
The thing is how much obsessed we are, unhindered, unstoppable by any force (coz the force itself enjoys the game), unmatched is our passion for the game - we force even Gods to bow down before our obsession. We make our teams win by our superstitions, we make them play our way, we choose the area, we call the shots, we score and we win. When we lose we weep, we cry along with our team. There is a diehard sport in each and every one of us and it manifests itself at the climax of the game. At that hour everyone's an emotional wreck. No one's concerned about tomorrow, no one cares about the past. The only thing that matters is the triumph.
That passion is worth watching. It is worthy of all the respect, worthy of all the attention, worthy of triumph in every game. However it is a game where someone has to lose and so you can't be happy always. It reminds us about how life is. How fickle things can be. How we must be always prepared for the worst and be ready to rejuvenate at life's even smallest victories.

The war of the words

I don’t understand why people, most of the times, disagree with each other. Why can’t they just follow a man’s opinion and stop a fight. Even though you might be right on your point, they wouldn’t agree because they would like their own thinking to lead the house. They wouldn’t listen to you because they never did, in the past, so why would they now?

The thing is - we can see violence all around. We can perceive it in the case of animals. Darwin’s theory – ‘Survival of the fittest’ can be observed everywhere, while we ‘men’ try to prove it right all the time. The men tend to fight, they tend to battle and they are forced to go against. It is in their blood, in their genes. They would never want to see another of their kind at the apex and if they find one orator standing at the top, the first thing that comes to their mind is not that they should surpass him rather he should be brought down amongst the others. This pessimistic approach of mankind is outrageous. They don’t want to go to the top. They are too scared to do that and yet they don’t want to see anybody make the effort.

The clashes that take place every now and then originate from one and only one bowl and that’s ‘difference of opinions’. There are hardly a few who would nod a yes to what you have to say while there would be a million who wouldn’t mind saying – ‘I don’t think so’.

Pity! Even they have to pay the price. “Their own say is cocked a snook at”.

This can be stopped if a guy says ‘yes’ in the other’s say and wait for the outcome. If the consequence goes kaput you can always get to say – ‘I told you so’ while if it doesn’t then it is time you learn some valuable lessons from your neglectful attitude.

Wherefrom and Whereto.......

It is hard to fathom how it all began. Right from the birth of a child to the mortal sojourn, it is all a mystery. The question that comes to our mind is - Why? What is the reason? Why take the trouble if nobody can tell us what is our life's ultimate goal? What are we supposed to follow? By the way, who commands us in the first place and why should we listen?

There are strange mysteries that surround us and we are just a mote incapable of understanding it all. We are fumed by petty things. We are surrounded by trivial matters. We fight pointlessly and die for no reason at all. Albeit our footprints remain on this earth nobody gives a damn about it as we are a just a speck meant to be washed away. We are so tiny, so feeble, so lean compared to the unseen - The creator who made the whole universe. We are mortals. We aren't valuable we are just another can on the road, about to be kicked, about to be trashed into the dump. Our moments are fickle. Our lives are trifle.

We have no idea how it all began. We are unsure of the paths we are going to follow. There is nobody who'd guide us and nobody to tell us what to do. No shepherd to lead our way. The mentors who claim to be, are all mundane - our contemporaries, their talk unimportant, their feats to be praised only in this world while the master of all the universe cozy-sleeps in his bed hardly disturbed by all the commotion down on the earth.

Still no one has any idea about where from they came and where to are they going........

Defying God

There has been some serious speculations whenever the topic of God has popped up, which is then followed by religion and eventually followed by squabbles in order to prove who’s right and who’s not. While I stand in the corner bullshitting the petty talks and the trivial issues I can’t help but laugh watching them fight over nothing. No one has seen anything and yet they talk of it as if they have witnessed it all. They fight over it trying to prove their point, which hardly matters. What’s strange is the fact that it matters to 97% of the people in the entire world and they don’t regret a fight over the notion. They are ready to kill any moment someone proclaims 'their shit stinks'.

While Albert Einstein said:

“I cannot conceive of a God who rewards and punishes his creatures, or has a will of the kind that we experience in ourselves.”

nobody gives an ear to his thoughts, nobody has in the past -  science has always been smothered.

We have a habit of following the conventions, no matter how worse the situation might be, the conventional practices and methods shouldn’t be broken (of course there's a sarcasm there). We like to be spoon fed. We desire ready-made things all the time. We don’t want to work. The moment someone breaks those conventions we get agitated because the flow has been broken. There is a lot of work entailed setting those rules all over again. Nobody does that today.

I don't understand why atheists are cocked a snook at. If a person sits and broods over it all like a sane man clearing his head, it is hardly conceivable why there will be a reason for him to believe in things that don't exist. Fantasies are a good thing, provided it is not messing with your brain. We are guys with broader perspective, that's where the difference is. 

It is unreasonably peculiar how this world works. We set our own rules and yet we are reluctant to break those which need mending. We are afraid of ourselves and yet we have named a ‘God’ in order to fear the void, fear nothing so that at the end of the day there is nobody left to be accused. We believe in confessions and reiterating our blunders so that there is always another confession waiting at the end of the road. We waste our time and yet we say time’s precious. We are so foolish that we believe all those things which we have never seen as it all seems too good not to be true.

Miracles don’t happen today. They never used to either. Those who claim they have witnessed, they just bullshit. 'Others' have been written in a book – a good one like a Harry Potter fiction while men and women sane like us, believe it so badly that they are ready to kill in order to prove that ‘their’ mythology is right believing every word from the fiction, by the great writers of their time, to be true.

Why we are still experiencing every bit without complaining is because we don’t have anybody to resort to in order to complain. We don’t have a master. We don’t possess a mentor who actually ‘knows’. Those who pretend, earn their living with horseshit because deep down they know that they have seen nothing and when they close their eyes they see their darkness yet they dupe as they believe in ignorance not to mention - keeping the faith of the people alive without which the desire to live would have died in them and this evolution would have been replaced by guys with innocent brains. So is their excuse.

"The cup that will count forever"

‘The cup that counts’ been hearing it all over the news. Been hearing it inside my head, drumming hither and thither, pacing up and down, the pressure immense, a gazillion what ifs haunting my dreams, nothing would matter if India wins, that’s the bottom line I kept on telling myself. The trivial matters in the world, in my world and in everybody’s would soon be so trifle that it would be non-existent that’s what 'we' kept on telling ourselves. Our support for our team – profound, unmatched and exhilarating. Something we’ve been dreaming for long, the whole nation waiting for a world cup. Can they do it again?

That was the question prior to India’s final venture with Lankans. We’ve been living cricket since the day we were born, been playing it in verandahs, streets, grounds, stadiums and even at our homes. Wishing cricket to be proclaimed as the national game of India - nobody gives it an ear to. We’ve been players, we’ve been in the matches ‘unlike the Indian team’, of course, but we empathize and that’s what matters, to be able to understand and comprehend what goes through the minds of the players playing a stress game, what is anticipated from them, how many hopes tied to their performances, how much criticism as if we all are the selectors in our own way, such great happiness if India wins a match and of course the gloomy sunset when it fails to vanquish.

It wasn’t easy for us to gulp down the unprecedented victory of India although it happened in the past in 1983, I hardly believed it as I never saw it happening. I am an emotional wreck. I come in tears just like that. The tears of joy running down the face of the Indian team brought us all crying when the team hugged each other as if in dream but certainly a dream come true for everyone. If there is heaven (which I doubt as an atheist) I would like it to be like this I said to myself. The smile wouldn’t cease on my face. The smile of contentment wouldn’t leave me. I kept on murmuring that India won....India Won the world cup....India did it....It’s just not nothing....It is everything....And things like I’ve never been so happy in my entire life! And my heart danced like it never did and I’m sure that every other Indian’s did too.

The long wait was finally over. I wanted to see India win a world cup in my life span at least coz the first victory felt as if it never happened. I kept on saying that I want a world cup at least once in my life and the Indian team managed to grab one.

Like 1.2 billion people, I became the happiest man alive on earth. I kept on smiling as if nothing mattered, as if nothing would matter in the days to come. I want to cherish this ecstasy for years to come.

The day started unusually when we ran off to watch the world cup finals in the DB City mall of Bhopal. To everyone’s surprise it retained the maximum number of public anyone could possibly imagine in a mall. The crowd gathered to see the finals as 4-5 screens were put up to show this formidable clash. As the proceedings began with the toss and then later with India’s bowling and impeccable fielding, we totally changed the environment of the mall into a stadium as we shouted at the top of our voice in unison. With every bowl we made the environment tensed for the Lankans (so we felt). The moment a wicket fell we screamed like crazy, giving high-fives to each other hardly caring to notice where our hands landed, while every unknown citizen got bound by the thread of fraternity while the joy remained dangling in the air. The atmosphere was filled with so much noise, loud enough to cost you your dear ears, as it beat upon our ear drums while one could hardly hear anything which wasn’t shouted upon to one’s contemporary. We decided to get smug and so we ended up watching the rest of the match on TV at our rooms.

The rest of the match thrilled us beyond limit. The expressions became grin the moment Lankans made a big total that seemed hard to vanquish. When it was time for India to bat, we were disheartened when we saw Veeru fell and nearly died when we saw Sachin got caught behind the stumps, but regained our consciousness by a solid partnership by Gauti and Kohli. We became stiff at Kohli’s mistake although the skipper made it look too easy in the end. Although Gauti couldn’t finish off his century, Zak couldn’t take a wicket more, Sachin couldn’t become the leading scorer in the tournament, we all wished one thing and only one thing to happen and that was the team’s win. If the team won then such things would hardly matter. No records meant anything to us. As the skipper MSD signed off the match in style with a lofty six we knew it was all over. The world stopped for us. The heavens wanted to see us rejoice. We jumped on each other with joy written all over our faces, we threw high fives at each other, our mouths ran with Yeaaaaaaah…..and lots of Yeeaaaaah…. ! and nothing pacified us. Watching the teammates carry Sachin on his shoulder showing their respect for him, how the WC mattered the world to him and how the players made his dream come true brought tears of joy to my face. That was the ultimate joy, the limit of ecstasy – no boundaries here.

A late night dancing on the street with drums – The police charging at us with sticks – we hiding at our apartment – and then mocking the police from there – joining the crowd again for some more dance – hooting at the top of our voice – PCR vans showing up – causing everyone to run for their lives – was the aftermath at our side.

I am pretty sure there must have been celebrations better than ours in different parts of our country coz this is not just any moment. The lndian team has given us all a reason to smile, the news channel a reason to blather, the newbies a new hope to fight for their places, the youth a reason to celebrate, the drunkards a reason to ‘do I need to mention that’, the sad to be happy, and the happy to be mad.

We will never forget the day India made every Indian’s dream come true. Kudos to Team India ! May they have every win they fight hard for, may they shine like this forever and keep on giving us reasons to smile and to rejuvenate every now and then.

What a day... What a day...!!

I am bad at remembering dates and events ... 2nd April 2011..... Damn I’m becoming good already !!

Living without Purpose

A thing that I’ve noticed in our lives is that we have been living without a purpose so far. No one has ever come up to show us the path on which we are supposed to tread. Living without a goal ( and I mean the goal that we are supposed to reach and not the mundane ones which we set in order to prove ourselves in front of other fellow beings ) is just like living like animals. Why are they here? They seem purposeless, their souls seem lost. There are a few who are ‘placed’ for our sport or rather we’ve turned them into our plaything.

Wish there was an announcement  when we were born - "all the newbies are supposed to follow this train to Mt. Unknown". That way we would have known what are we supposed to pursue.  That way we would have known the ultimate goal. There must be something that we gotta do. Why  have  we been placed otherwise. Are we supposed to figure out life? Or are we supposed to fight among each other? Is it all just a sham so that we’d never know and never question back? Or is it a mistake someone committed and we are being punished severely by the reiteration of the same life over and over again as if we were bound in a loop.

What if we become the richest men alive on the earth? Was that the goal? Why were we put down on earth? Some say to understand this life and to be successful. What if we understand every human notion and become successful in this life? Then why are we supposed to come back (citation needed…….that’s another unsure concept that is there).

There must be a ride that we are supposed to take, a mountain that we are supposed to climb, a trench that we are supposed to do snorkeling in or anything pragmatic – something realistic that we should be doing because that’s the ultimate goal. But there has been no such announcements, no, none, nothing that would tell us to live a particular life with a reason attached to it. Why we should do it? Why we should follow something? What if I get all the happiness in the world? What if I am supposed to be the saddest person on the earth and I serenely become that as well? Is there something that they want us to do?

We have been creating a world of our own. We have been planning things that matter only to us human beings. There are so many people in this world, we could’ve easily achieved what was there to achieve had we been given a reason and purpose in the beginning. But we are rambling without purpose. Our souls are sauntering hither and thither, keeping it low, basking in the same worldly pleasure around us. We don’t know what to do? We rejuvenate when we decide something. We proclaim one day that we want to become doctors and engineers and we are supported for it. What if you achieve your goal? Is there something else that we are supposed to follow? For those who weren’t able to, does it matter?

Silence - The new loud

There are so many abstract notions in our lives that affect us one way or the other. Some leave a deep impression on our minds while some fleet away with time. While silence tends to mould everything in favour of or against you, we are led to believe that time would heal everything eventually. Isn't silence the new loud? But when you think about it there is more to it than just being serene as it entails within itself the feeling of understanding. The comprehension of the fact that you are supposed to take care of the people around you and the ultimate satisfaction that doesn’t leave a sour taste on your palate.

While I fight for my satisfaction people do it for attention. While I lie to care, they do it to hide the truth. While I shut up when I feel I am about to lose my temper they consider it my weakness. The duels I’ve had in my years have ended up pretty badly; hence I don’t want to repeat those mistakes. However, this act of mine has always been considered as my weakness. I wish I could open their eyes, all of them who like them shut, to see what they are really missing and how badly they are going to be affected by it in the long run but alas! I am a mere man dreaming high trying to make it big with power that would not suffice to open their orbs that would lead them to glance at their soul and heart. 

I wish to cease caring for those who surround me but it isn’t in my nature to leave a person dying or abscond when I see a needy mate. While I keep on assisting those who lance me I wish them to fathom what is important and what would stay forever. Those petty things, those trifle unimportant fights, which are hardly gonna be remembered, would stay like that forever and the relationships would keep on dwindling from sour to bitter. The reasons we got involved would hardly even matter in the end.

The void around me

Nowadays I can feel a peculiar void around me as if I am missing something, as if I am not paying attention to an important aspect of life, as if I am supposed to plunge into the ocean but I am afraid to take the leap of faith as I can’t swim. There is something missing in my life and I know it, yet I don’t want to take a shot. It all seems so stupid, so imbecile that I don’t want to fall into that abyss once again. While nature is trying its level best to make me feel the void, I am ready to take my chances and feel the difference without even calling it a day. 

I am glad that I am not prepared, albeit one day I want to be, to go for a blind shot one day yet I am patient as I don’t want to make myself one of  those guys. I don’t want to forget that I am different than the rest of the world and I have so far endeavoured to swim in the opposite direction of the flow. 

The void around me is full of silence. Silence aids me to think, to brood on my past deeds and blunders, to learn from my mistakes and so I am tidying up the road the one which I am treading on. I want to be squeaky-clean and yet I want to avenge the evil like a misanthrope without mercy in my soul, ready to take abuse but to blow the brains out of the people concerned with guilt.

I am glad that I’ve this void around me, away from the din of the city - my own personal vault that assists me to think rationally. If it wasn’t for it, I would have been pressurized to death. 

"If you are missing something there is always a keen wish to fulfill the desire and once it gets satiated there is no point running after it."

Hence I wish to keep it that way, to keep the fire burning and alive, undeterred by the delicacies of life. I am glad I don’t give in, every now and then, to the petty demands of my brain and don’t drift away (it is so easy to get drifted) but true bravery lies in the power to succumb every such notions that wear you off.

Toying with emotions

 Pity how a few people don’t fathom the emotional notions in real life. They pretend that they do but actually they are a cipher in understanding them when their true application comes into play. Some people are way too impatient to actually comprehend it and they end up playing the wrong balls while there are some who are really not concerned about it at the outset of their emotional outbursts albeit they regret it all in the end. 

I wish I could make them comprehend what passion is. I wish they could all feel the heart beat, wish they could all feel the pain (the 'real pain' which is existent in your heart and it hurts, mark my words) once you crave for something, wish they could all share each other’s feelings and could rejuvenate at their joy.

I abominate those who are too dumb to think about all the factors, a feeling entails in a living. I am sick of those who fool around manifesting fake love, power and balls. While people rejoice thinking that they’ve figured life out, they end up disheartened as we all know life pretty much f**ks up everyone. The emotions are certainly not a plaything and life’s not a cake.

We gotta learn to live, gotta live like diehards while the world’d give you reasons not to, gotta be passionate at everything you do, gotta show your balls where competition is, gotta love your loved ones to bits and gotta show an unmatched zeal in the things you love.

While everyone in the world wouldn't understand it, you could only wish them to have the vision to perceive how unreasonably you fought and how madly you loved. Just patiently wish they'd get your eyes one day!

The fiascos of my past

When I look back at the life I’ve lived so far and when I circle those fiascos that I have come across so far, I am forced to think - what if I had an opportunity to rectify all those mistakes I made in the past? What if I could go back in time and metamorphose all those moments of pain and suffering into ecstasy? What if every debacle could be refurbished to shine like success? What if I could take all the excruciating moments, I encountered, away and turn them into a sweet and lovely symphony of life. What if I could eschew every such moment from happening in the first place itself?

 Huh......how chimerical!

If I could do all that then how bogus my life might appear?

Adventure comes from the feeling of fear, the fear of failure, the feeling that entails risk in it and the feeling that depicts that you would still opt for that life knowing how bad and ugly things could possibly go and yet you go along with the flow trusting your leap of faith. 

I believe if you eliminated every failure that you came across in your life then there would be no point in succeeding. You wouldn’t know how ugly things are and how bad your life might end up. You would take life threatening risks every now and then but there would be no thrill and excitement in that as you’d have the surety of success eventually. Fear is a great notion that has been put inside every living being, the absence of which might cause them, without caring for their lives, to devour each other’s soul apart. Fear is one of life’s ultimate truths which share its place with death. It is good to be afraid otherwise everyone would end up dead.

If you haven’t tasted failure in your life then you wouldn’t know the sweet taste of success. 

However lies there still the feeling, that tells me maybe I could make my life far better if only I had a chance to go back and improve certain things, the things for which I’d never have to feel regretful again for the rest of my life, the things that might solve great matters of concern in the present, the things that could straighten up the intricate situations in the long run and might make the outset of the happy days to stay successful forever.

I can’t change the past, now can I?

The frowned upon 'wrath'

I lose my temper a lot. Every little discussion or any debate on any topic of any kind and I fume at my opponent formidably. I never comprehend how easily I lose it. Is it that hard to stay calm, serene and focused? Nowadays indignation gets me every time I face a retort. Albeit getting angry becomes justified most of the times, but as I brood now, wrath is not the solution whenever I endeavour to set matters right. People get hurt and in the long run, brand me depending on my evanescent mood whilst I triumph at my swearing.

It has simply become impossible for me to keep things cool around. I regret it when I look in the mirror at my furrowed brows later and think about what made me to lose my calm. Weren’t there other possible ways of handling the matter at hand? Couldn’t I have possibly come up with a solution to handle the problem concerned? I ain’t that lame eh!

           While all the billion solutions pop up after the aftermath, it is certainly weird how everything seems obscure when I am in desperate need of an answer and everything becomes conspicuous afterwards. While things make me go mad at people, I end up shouting or conveying my thoughts in sheer anger. Well that has forced me to pay big time. I know that and yet it keeps on happening. What can I say? I have a quick temper.

           Now as I try hard to fight it I am compelled to face situations wherein my patience gets hammered every now and then. There are moments when I have to shut my mouth in order to eschew things from getting ugly. While my opponent hardly cares to contemplate the reason behind the mute act and rejuvenates on his victory I rarely consider it as a debacle. 

           Maybe I should’ve placed ‘controlling my temper’ in the New Year’s resolution in order to fight it. Or maybe I should begin listening to what others have to say and shun the habit of retorting strongly or yelling at people. That might help, I surmise. 

“I.......er..........beg to differ!”

(With a frown) Now who was that?

Pathos

It is pathetic how man has become an animal worse than any other species out there. In a most shocking video, a recent event, I saw a leopard being seriously beaten with sticks by a group of villagers. The poor leopard could only raise its paws while its head received innumerable blows by the bludgeons that those ignorant villagers showered on it. So pitiful was the scene that it would have caused any normal being with a soul to stop the act. But the stupid stern villagers continued without caring to look that they had already incapacitated the poor animal. They clubbed the leopard mercilessly even when they knew that the animal was dead.
                As I brood now, there were probably a million solutions for capturing the animal unharmed. However one could argue that they didn’t have so much time to think as it might’ve hurt anyone. We must not forget that animals are afraid of humans. If there is a mob on a hunt then not a single predator would endeavour to defy the humans. It would go for the run because it knows that man is a more paranoid being than any other. When you lie on the safer side then what harm possibly, could you surmise, it could cause?
                   I am pretty sure they hunted the poor animal just for the fact that it might hurt someone and not for the fact that it ‘did hurt’ someone. Man wants to live in the safer part of the town. He slays every other being who intimidates him. He doesn’t want to take any chances. He goes for the kill every now and then. He attacks everything that looks ugly. He doesn’t want to think that the creature he attacked had a soul and a weeping heart which he shut down forever.
                  We’ll never learn. We are so ardent and stupid. We bask in the glory of the nature. We rejoice for the fact we are humans. We shout as we are not mute. We qualify as we are the bravest still we are not humble. While man has the ability to manifest his wrath he makes the most of it. He does it for sport, he does it for the fun of it and he doesn’t give a damn about how ugly things could go.
                  With thousands of flicks manifesting the serious issue, while thousands of books like Rudyard Kipling’s ‘The jungle book’ and many more point in the very direction, yet we pretend to be blind.
While ‘The Jungle Book’ portrayed how the animals were so much afraid of the humans, taking extra precaution every minute, not letting any of their kind to drift away in the direction of the villagers, we sat back relaxed and enjoyed it all. We grinned at it - the fear we had created, the intimidation and at our savage behaviour. Strange! Yet we call ‘them’ wild.
                  Pity our fate when we get clobbered by the calamitous wrath of the nature. And every other day when such a thing happens we don’t say that it was bound to happen but we say how evil of Lord to punish us so badly. While we overlook our misdeeds every day and accuse Him for everything we could, instead, apprehend the miscreants at the scene of crime. But alas! We can’t do that, now can we? Such acts are known as misdemeanours and not a crime in our dictionary. When half of the world considers such a thing to be morally ‘right’ we cannot metamorphose it as a rule.
                  We know the answers to everything, we have the solution for everything in this age and yet we claim to be ignorant when fingers are raised at us. We don’t like to be blamed and so we blame others. We are too dumb to speak and too deaf to listen. We are busy (or do we pretend?) in our own meaningless lives while forgetting how nature impregnated us and how we reciprocated that affection with a kick in its groin.

                     The question is - did we learn anything at all?

                  While my compassion eyed me with impotency all I could do was pen down the sorry event and ask for forgiveness on behalf of every soul on this planet. As the bludgeons sucked on to the life of the poor creature, I felt it was a soul-stirring moment for not only me but for everyone who watched it.