Redeem the world!?
Power, Sex and Money have moved the world forever. In my conscious life of however many years, this has been a fact. Love settles it, pacifies it – is the only other fact worth accentuating .
To witness life so closely and death closer still, I could be immensely grateful. But the witness is not all. My curiosities have been stoked. Mysteries have deepened. Greatly bemused to be able to distinguish between human & animal instincts. To distinguish between victors and victims and what not!
Oh dear, the world was about people always. Ecology, environment et al are matters of concern because they impact the life of people. And then, there are strata of people!
While trying to find my truth am discovering all that is a fallacy. There’s very little where the head concurs, and the heart resonates. Even the most pristine parts are sometimes ridden with contradictions.
The current pandemic and events – in their global, local and personal contexts, have presented various moods in this dance of Kali.
Right from the inception of ‘the virus’ to its endless mutations – the faces of the creators are not known. Government in US had been brought down in the first wave (the virus compounded with some lives matter). Similar pattern seems to be active here, with Farmers protest and every other protest, compounded with the second wave of virus. Where does a protest lead? Would a Headless State be better equipped? Who runs the world really?
Putting India in context – where a global pandemic has been reduced to a BJP/TMC/AAP/Election, Hindu/Muslim/Sikh/Kumbh, Vaccine/Oxygen hoarding/arrangement debate, by the ones not impacted. For the ones impacted – every breath is being bought, is being fought for. Even the strong-willed are succumbing to lack of air and dryness or do I say lack of love and apathy. They say wars are important to wake up a humanity in slumber. I sometimes wonder, was our slumber so deep that today we gasp to breath. How much could institutional failures be blamed for human apathy!
On a personal front – calls/messages from an affected friend, are heart-wrenching, specially when you know the enormity is so huge, that after a point, you can only pray and send your love to pacify.
My eyes could be faulty, but the heart also doesn’t agree, that the pain at this scale, isn’t manufactured.
Redeem the world maybe! Redeem me for sure..
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