Playing God
I watched Parzania today. And it moved me to a torrent of tears. I'm still shaking with anger for what we as a society have become. We're playing God by giving life - cloning - and by taking life - killing, genocide, murder in the name of protection of rights and "My religion, My God" and so on.
And then we play helpless human. We sit cocooned in our worlds watching bullets whiz past people’s ears and shells whistle while they drop and blow up a young man’s limbs and we shake our heads and tut tut away. We feel sorry for the young man who’ll probably either die of gangrene or will never walk again and blame one man and his insatiable need for power. Then we change channels and watch another part of the world go at each other’s throats for a mere piece of land and we shake our heads and tut tut away. We feel sorry for mankind in general and go on with our lives. We pick up the newspaper and read about the extent to which a sick mind will go to to fulfill their fantasies. Turn the page and there’s more blood and gore displayed in full glory. And we shake our heads and mutter to ourselves, “What’s to become of this country? It’s gone to the dogs.”
And life goes on.
Do we do anything about it? No. Ask the question, “Why not” and you’ll get the answer, “…because the system is such. The country is in the hands of goons in the guise of politicians and the police do nothing.” I ask the question, “What do WE do about it?” Sadly, I join you in answering thus: WE bring the goons into power. WE perpetuate corruption by giving a fifty rupee note to the traffic policeman who caught us jumping the red light. WE fan the embers of fanaticism by saying things like “Muslim area, Hindu colony, Sikh school”. WE look the other way when we witness eve teasing. WE divide this country into Hindus and Muslims and Sikhs and Parsis and Marathas and Tamilians.
But for how long will we take this and do this? Till the day the blood that drips from some sword is ours?
And then it won't matter anymore.
We'd be reduced to nothing, from playing the Almighty God
And then we play helpless human. We sit cocooned in our worlds watching bullets whiz past people’s ears and shells whistle while they drop and blow up a young man’s limbs and we shake our heads and tut tut away. We feel sorry for the young man who’ll probably either die of gangrene or will never walk again and blame one man and his insatiable need for power. Then we change channels and watch another part of the world go at each other’s throats for a mere piece of land and we shake our heads and tut tut away. We feel sorry for mankind in general and go on with our lives. We pick up the newspaper and read about the extent to which a sick mind will go to to fulfill their fantasies. Turn the page and there’s more blood and gore displayed in full glory. And we shake our heads and mutter to ourselves, “What’s to become of this country? It’s gone to the dogs.”
And life goes on.
Do we do anything about it? No. Ask the question, “Why not” and you’ll get the answer, “…because the system is such. The country is in the hands of goons in the guise of politicians and the police do nothing.” I ask the question, “What do WE do about it?” Sadly, I join you in answering thus: WE bring the goons into power. WE perpetuate corruption by giving a fifty rupee note to the traffic policeman who caught us jumping the red light. WE fan the embers of fanaticism by saying things like “Muslim area, Hindu colony, Sikh school”. WE look the other way when we witness eve teasing. WE divide this country into Hindus and Muslims and Sikhs and Parsis and Marathas and Tamilians.
But for how long will we take this and do this? Till the day the blood that drips from some sword is ours?
And then it won't matter anymore.
We'd be reduced to nothing, from playing the Almighty God
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12:06 AM
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