And once again, I will say that our society has been swept away by a huge Tsunami of problems that have jeopardized the lives of innumerous, nameless faces- I say ‘nameless faces’ because this crisis of identity is as old as it can get, and all I can see is an adamant refusal to resolve it; we wear the identity that our society has bestowed upon us , and we have very willingly emasculated the unique mutation that was us.
It is very rare that originality is celebrated as it deserves to be. Only what lives in concord with universal approval wins accolades while anything that deviates from the pious and morally upright parameters set by beings as fallible as ourselves, is stomped upon.
To question the seemingly unquestionable, to ponder over the mechanics of life, to binocular the mot juste to understand oneself, and to at least try to be a little – a little- less judgemental is all considered to be as pungent as one can imagine. The tolerance levels for those who indulge in all of the above is not surprisingly very low. Why? Because actions like these unnerve the mind, and force one out of the very comfortable cocoon that they have enveloped around themselves; because it is easier to accept things as they are, because it is easier to just ‘go with the flow’, because it is easier to lead a life that has a set course.
Because it is easy to say easy.
Those brave beings whose flesh and blood is not shy of challenges and difficulties, create the flow. And in doing so, they bear the bruises of scathing judgements, the very unflattering status of ‘persona non grata’, and are held guilty of ‘arrogance’.
Why is it so easy, and universally accepted, to use the female gender as an insult? For is it not an insult to women when you hear words like ‘It’s a girl thing to cry’, ‘ Don’t act like a girl’ and so on.
Even professors of top-notch universities will not think twice before passing remarks like these. Why should they? Are they not products of the same society?
Try questioning the above mentioned repugnant acts and you you will be greeted with mocking smiles and a nod of the head that speaks “oh there they go again!”
Respecting women does not end at holding open the doors for them or giving up your seat for them. It goes far, far beyond that.
It calls for celebrating the fact that just like a man is free to do as he wills, a woman is also free to do as she wills. And only a real man has the confidence to not cringe at the idea of unparallel equality. Only a real man has the confidence to advocate it.
Gaining approval – whether from one’s parents, friends, family or the society at large – has become nauseatingly important. So much so, that it seems to be the sole reason behind every decision we take. Be it a career choice, or that of a life partner, it has to be according to the standards of those who call themselves our well-wishers. Ah, the irony!
The demons within us are being nourished at an astoundingly fast rate, one that is proportional to the rate of decay of our social intellect. And that can be cancerous for any society, for when the ability to constantly question the right and wrong, when the desire to befriend cognition to unravel the mysteries of life, when the urge to explore this universe is shamelessly discouraged, then there is no hope for us to propel towards success. And cognition can gift us a quietude that is our path towards unraveling the intricately woven patterns of life.
The more I live and the more I observe, my frustration with these new foul-smelling orifices that are rapidly originating within our society, grows.
Huge, fragile egos that slaughter relationships. Self-acclaimed piety that gives one the liscence to judge whoever and whatever. Reluctance to admit to one’s faults. A stubbornness that holds one back from shedding off the malpractices that are decaying our humanity. Defiance to wear a new outlook towards life – one that may do us more good than bad ; all these are termites that are very gradually eating us all, melting the wax of our life, blurring the map of our intellect, gnawing at us terribly.
For how long will this vicious cycle continue?
For how long will this ugly pattern flourish?
Where are the angels?
That is a question that only we can answer, for the reins to our future are in our hands.