A peculiar thought has
been pecking my head since a few days. Naked veneration of criminal acts in the
social sphere has been a commonplace experience nowadays. It doesn’t leave a
scar anymore; or, maybe, it still does, but a scar upon scar, another above it,
and with too many new scars over old signs of wound have only left an
indecipherable scribbling upon the mind.
For the endless
assault of the Man, the son of the God, the son of the immortal, the loving
creation of the God in His own model, the mother Earth has, perhaps, decided to
commit suicide. In possible manner she has ensured a death with utter
precision.
Oh, what a new sailing
of thoughts! Does the earth have life? Isn’t only a huge ball of soil? The
living being, trees and plants, the entire animal kingdom, they are only alive,
isn’t it?
Hearing this, a roll
of laughter rises and sweeps. Wind loses sense in her giggling spree. People
say, it’s Nor’wester. Hearing it, the spell of laughter intensifies—96 kmph.
The euphoria causes tears to descend from the eyes of the Sun and turns into
clouds in its own warmth. Those dark clouds engage with the joyful wind for a
wild game to begin. People start saying, “It’s thunderstorm!”
The language is not
perceivable to man; it’s nature’s own. How can man understand it? At the end of
the storm and the rain, people—the learned lot—again return to their own sphere
of daily errands. What a great expanse of work they have? To live, to earn to
live, to run to earn, to take care of the loved ones and one’s loves; so many
things in the list indeed. In pursuit of more to more, need to surplus, ease to
enough and primary to luxury, the necessity runs in a blind path. Then, the
tale is all so familiar—of a vagabond endlessly roaming to find himself back
home. But, if every life turns out to be taking the wrong path, then what will be
the destiny of life itself in the web of illusory paths? No, to think of all
this nonsense, if I fall back? Everyone will march ahead, Oh, what will be my
fate? We all are citizen of this planet, so all are civilized; since before we
had finished our spoon-feeding, we have read so many books, still reading; so are
all educated too. Then, how much we earn make how powerful we are.
The fun begins here.
In the schooling days, we used to memorise tables—two and two makes four—the
first message of the universal truth. It is an eternal truth; none can change
it. In life of those educated folks, there is a long spell of time left even
after enough to survive. And, in such luxury, he continues to complicate a
simple thing and teaches his mind to accept such wrong interpretation. Which is
simple in its core gets a complex embodiment in his thoughts and in this
process, his mind forgets to interpret anything simple and gets trapped in an
illusory complex world. It seeks pleasure in making everything complex and in
chasing endlessly what is incomprehensible and engages itself in more sinful
acts.
In today’s world, such
class of people has grown into an unimaginable mass. Added to it is their crude
ambition—the single mission to earn money by whatever means possible. Apart
from all these, there has been another sign of disease prevailing since a long
time past; to abandon the memories of the past and the existence of the past
itself. Funnier is that they don’t feel ashamed to brag about it.
In the process of
learning and earning, the human has become modern; and from modern to
ultramodern. While pursuing a new ill-conceived philosophy of life, he allows
the treasures of the past, which would have guided his conscience in life
before, to be left ignored. The faculty, which awarded them with the pride of
supremacy over all living beings, is no more fundamentally existing. The time
has come to admit this utter truth.
Let us look back to our
roots. The Supreme God uttered, “O man, you are my best creation. Let this
earth be your stage for divine pleasure. I have created this earth with all the
finest things of the Heaven, adorned it with the nicest creations of mine; and
these are all for you. You be the master and guardian of this fascinating
place. The silence of forest, chirping of birds, meandering of streams, shining
meadows, lofty mountains, endless oceans and joyful breeze are all for you; you
explore it to the fullest and once your pleasure is fulfilled on your sojourn
to this place, you come back to me bestowing the following generations to
inherit it and let the cycle go on endlessly with your wishes.”
With all rights and
might, they reached the earth; with the blessings of the Lord, they established
their authority to protect it, care it and be in delight with it. Through
explorations they progressed with knowledge and with knowledge they advanced
with needs and with needs they learnt to exploit; they were no more contended
with fallen branches of tree, they needed more wood, so started cutting tree,
felling it and clearing the forested space for growing crops and building
houses. Perhaps, this was the first step of civilization they would call it. Then
they acquired the knowledge of lighting fire, learnt to make blunt stone
weapons, pottery, use of copper, bronze and iron; with advancing through ages,
the weapons became sharper, so were their needs and greed.
To communicate with
each other, they started using different sounds to interpret different
expressions; then they mastered it to express their emotions through oral means.
They had already begun to use leaves and hides for clothing and gradually
learnt to weave cloth with cotton, silk and jute. Where did they acquire the
sense of shame from and to cover themselves? Shame became a natural sense with the
progress of civilization, perhaps. In order to protect the clan and to facilitate
hunting, they started forming larger clan; they learned to form larger community
by clubbing clans together to match the demand for more men and women in newly
learnt agriculture and also to protect the acquired knowledge and resources.
The community had a collective sharing with access for every individual member
to it. The progress had also awarded luxury of time to the knowledgeable communities;
they no longer needed to spend longer time for hunting, fishing, cultivating
and collecting of wood and fruits with advanced tools in hand. They started
spending surplus time for thinking—some good and some bad. Good thoughts escalated
the advancement of knowledge, analysis of physical observations and development
of livelihood while bad thoughts brought new knowledge of coercion. And, bad
thoughts were more acceptable to many communities as it awarded them with
opportunities to raid the less privileged communities, loot the resources and
food, abduct men and women for slavery. The bandit communities had advantages
of two kinds; they had resources for subsistence without losing their own
precious time and with more surplus time they went on spending it on thinking
more—some good and some bad again. The good thoughts again liberated the confines
of bad thoughts and bad thoughts emboldened the coercive sense in its action.
The less privileged ones settled the score by submitting to the privileged ones
and the later became the rulers. But the bad thoughts did not stop to progress even
with such settled submission. The rulers continued to oppress the others no
more to meet their subsistence needs, but for securing the pervasive greed and
pleasure. From such time, perhaps, the disrespect for the God had been gaining
ground.
Perhaps, the Lord also
thought, “Oh, he is still a child. He will learn once grown up.” O Lord, are
you not omniscient; didn’t you even perceive that everything wouldn’t change
with maturing through age? In a misplace
affection, He simply failed to embrace the simple truth. Human civilization
went on progressing with dreams and wishes of the mankind leaving aside what the
Lord had said to them and their paths of life were far deviated from the one
they had begun with. They wanted to be powerful, protector and even immortal.
They started thinking that they are the gods. And the sense of progress had
been so overpowering that it went on creating more gods amongst themselves to
suit their dreams and deeds.
Today’s civilization
is not a single day creation. It has evolved through diverse forms and
structures with time accompanying. Amidst numerous cycles of progress are
secreted so many treacheries, so much coercion and so denser evil thoughts. And,
the Lord has seen it all in His all inertness. Perhaps, the delight of the illusions
of His own creations prevented Him to act. He remained passive while man, His
most precious creation, continued to rapidly destroy the world, He created with
so much finery. Humans, in the whirlpool of evolution of unbridled greed and
need, had also allowed themselves to become muted slaves of the civilization—their
own creation. They have gradually turned into machines with no more pleasure in
mind, no more compassion in soul, no more exploration in thought and no more
expression in sharing. They only run and run; knowing not to where and perceiving
not why. They run for more and more and more; realizing not where stands the
limit, enough. In the process of acquiring more and more, they have dissected the
earth from all sides; peeling off her soft skin, piercing her soul, tearing apart
the body and baring it naked with removal of every bit of cover she had. On the
operation table, she continued to be dismembered with utter sadism. What more,
man, do you want of her that you think she has still hidden from your eyes,
which will usher you with more wealth and more power? Do you seek to be the
Supreme God? Man is mortal, so are all other living beings. Whatever little and
long time one gets in life, one has to abandon it once the day is done. Do you
forget it completely?
In the pursuit of our
evil thoughts, we have progressed further from machines to robotic monsters.
Now, let us look at what wisdom of knowledge—the good thoughts—have laid open before
us. Those great thinkers—philosophers, sages, scientists—all agree on this
simple matter and they do agree naturally as they are great. The truth that
they agree is none is creating anything in this world. Whatever man thinks to have
invented or discovered have already been there but unexplored till then. The knowledge
is only to explore, to know the knowable and what is knowable is already there.
Nothing is knowable if it is not existing; the comprehension of human is only
bound by the knowledge and nothing beyond. Whoever knows it, discovers it for
the human appreciation. The enlightenment of such knowledge shall be unending
unless the dark clouds of pride encompass it. Through the path of delight, man
will move on while offering the acquired knowledge till time permits to enable
the future generations to complete the path. The path of exploration evolves in
a cycle of knowing, knowing more and knowing the most.
The simple walks of
life have no more been simple. The sons of man, in whose welfare the Lord
created this earth with so much of passion, have only bonded slaves of their
own civilization. There is no delight in them, neither is any ecstasy in
exploration nor any passion to enlighten own soul. Everything is buyable in
this civilization. Emotions have become saleable commodity. The buy happiness,
love, compassion, hatred, oppression, suppression, intrusion, exclusion; everything
they buy and sell. The market is always open. We, the slaves, sit kneel-bent
beneath the feet of the giant civilization and do whatever the civilization dictates
us to do. Tearing the soul of the globe, can you hear the shrill yelling of the
oppressed, oh the poor machines? Or have you all become deaf? The whole expanse
of creations of Nature mother have been wailing; fervently appealing to mother
Nature to let them survive, a simple wish to live in peace and delight through the
little span of life—all abjectly oppressed by human civilization. Nature tries
to console them, sometimes makes human to also realize what the mess their
civilization has made; but the giant of the progress has become so mighty that
it ignores Nature’s motherly advices, rather mocks at her. The knowledge has
become its slave; Science, the sharpest on the shelf, has been chained to abide
by his every diktat for being a little arrogant earlier. The wishes of the
civilization are soon obliged by Science under duress; the confinement has made
it dispassionate executor. Encashing the affection of Nature, human civilization
has now a mission to destroy her completely.
The slaves—humans—only
await the direction of the monster. For an intensive servitude to its own for a
long time, the finer senses have all been filled with utter pessimism. They
cannot think anything beyond what is dictated by the monster. The dark energy
of negativity has veiled the sweetness of freedom, pleasure of optimism and
flight of dreams. The darkness has been spreading fast, coming down from all
sides to surround the dying creations at the merciless hand of the monster.
Through ages of such
ruthless oppression and torture, Nature has now lost all hopes in any
resurrection of optimism in human senses. She cannot endure the torture anymore,
while there is no path left for her to escape from the ordeal. She has nothing
left but to commit suicide; to secure a peaceful death at least.
The machines, oh the
slaves of the monster! Look at her; once for a last time, see how wretched,
naked, hapless, she lies—gasping with uneven long breath. Do you still recall the
image of your mother in her dying face? A dissected body of your mother is
lying bare under the feet of your master and you continue to hit and slash aimlessly
all over her unclothed body only to oblige the master. Do you all hear, man? If
your slaved soul still bears the last drop of conscience, just revolt, break
the chain and protect your mother; perhaps, this would be last chance to let
her be alive, to prevent her from committing suicide. Else He will. The
matricide is the greatest sin and the sentence is the harshest too.
Remember, the signal
of the suicidal nature is now evident in the air, the sky and everywhere. He hears. He has
arisen from sleep—from the bondage of affection, the faith in His own creations.
His patience has been broken.
