Thursday, February 11, 2010

A journey during a journey...

An old man. Completely white and disheveled hair that has clearly not been combed for days and months. Tattered white clothes. A voice that is almost non-existent as he goes from one compartment to another begging his way through life, for a few more days.

A white jute bag hanging from his hand which is so stiff it almost looks like a bag stand. The right hand, his active one, seems well on its way to join its counterpart. Currently, it can manage a shiver and a quiver as he begs for alms from us miserly snobs in the train. Oh! and he can bless us with it too. Bless us, even us, who haven't given him anything and are just ignoring him except for those furtive guilty glances at him through the corners of our eyes before we shoo him away when we are about to begin succumbing to our conscience.

How is it that these people who have nothing whatsoever seem to have this immense life-long faith in these so called gods who seem to give them nothing but misery, poverty, hunger and for this man a few more days of suffering and humiliation in pittance? Do they not realize that these "gods" were created so they can remain at the bottom of the pyramid? Are they so starved and blinded and hypnotized and desperate that they cannot realize that religion is the biggest lie ever told to them? Can they not see that if they stop being so fatalistic, they can bring better times upon themselves? Or am i completely disillusioned and know nothing about what they are going through as i am talking from the lap of luxury and comfort? i always have half a mind to give it all up and join these people, live with them and tell them that god didn't create man in his own image but man created god in his own image so he can have somewhere to turn to and blame when he cannot understand everything around him. It is a convenient thing, this religion. And then it is an instrument of power to use and abuse such huge masses of people and blind them from reality.

We are a cruel and obnoxious race of people. Sometimes, i feel ashamed to belong to this race of people who consider themselves so superior that they inflict the most horrible of pain on the flora and fauna with whom they share this beautiful earth, which is our one and only home. So blind are we in this quest for power to reign over very nature itself that we are destroying everything we depend on. So high are we in our minds, such a disgusting drunken state, that we are not heeding the caveats that we receive every single year, season, month, day, hour, minute, second...

And we are headed towards our own destruction.

It scares me how we just don't seem to care. At all. very conveniently waiting for someone else to come along and clean up the mess. Playing the blame game always.

i mean we pride ourselves in being the only species with the ability to think and analyze. Why are we not using it and doing it in this 11th hour? We are like sitting ducks! (At least they are paddling beneath the surface!). We aren't going to move till we are hit and by then i really fear it might be too late...

i love this earth and i have met some of the most amazing people who give me hope that all is not lost. i know that we are all capable of love. Like Gorky says, no man is too mean to love. i think we just have to lift the veil set upon us and sometimes we ourselves set to remain in our comfort zones.

Wake up people. Wake up. . . .

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