As one is placed in primitive society like India (not that
others are better, the neighbourhood is worst of one can think and vast darkness
around the world, but cunningness of amazingly mediocre effete indian elite
holds a special place, the way they gate crash into high and higher moral
grounds with subtle and subtler feelings placed as they are firmly in putrid pits
and horrible hometruths. It’s a truly amazing achievement), the havoc of faith
driven nonsense and crude conceptions that posture in secular thrive that
lack any hint of enlightenment or compassion and hinge on opportunism, democracy reduced to patronage dispensation and nepotism consolidation,
add the liberal masquerade of market imbecilities to sell hence the development ably orchestrated
by squatter ensconced market media. The word defecators comfort as petty
opinion builders that just embellishes the squatter narration, adhering and normalising
worst of ways into modernity while technological innovations are only ammunition to manipulate
everything to suit these so as to showcase as civilised. Meanwhile negotiating
amazing mediocrities of sports –showcasing cricket buffoonery, art –showcasing movie
trivialisations, and ofcourse then we have news that is nothing but positioning
and branding that suit the immediate purpose. It’s like looking into petri dish
full of cannibalistic worms that evolves from one ecosystem to another and
keeps growing without losing any of its traits while sucking steered speciation
gives visions of diversity. All that degradation you see around can be very
easily traced back to filth emanating from sanctum scums and moral ethical vacuum herein.
This very morning I was reading Carl Sagan, on watching the ‘pale
blue dot’ (picture taken by Voyager 1 in 1990 from a distance of 6billion kms as
it was leaving the solar system), something that most of us have read many
times, and never left unaffected…
The Earth is a very
small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all
those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become
the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited
by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable
inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their
misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their
hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we
have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of
pale light.
…To my mind, there is
perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this
distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to
deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and
cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
