Rude Awakening.

I was hibernating, in the cocoon of my basement. Sitting in the midst of books, papers, stapler, pen and everything else that would portray me as the desperate Grad student attempting to write a paper when in reality all she can think about is how amazing a plate of warm Bhel-puri and cool lemonade with black salt would be. Don’t even ask me what the connection is or how I went from sanctions in Darfur to Bhel in Ghatkopar.

So many things have happened between now and then. The season is desperately trying new fads to keep up with the latest in fashion statement – Global Warming. India dropped to ridiculously low standards in cricket, journalism and celebrity fawning. Angelina Jolie has just saved another kid from the throes of poverty to drown him in ridiculous amount of wealth, cameras and everything else.A reporter was kidnapped in Gaza and feared dead for a while. But somewhere, some place things remain constant. People still die, some still live in fear and some in abject poverty. Some in courage, some in love, some in sadness. Some turn their heads for fear of knowing, some wallow in the bliss of ignorance and some others rooted in spot to their fast dying principles.

The rain fell in torrents, flooding the little street by my house, making the tiny stream behind my home to become a gushing brook. There was water everywhere and occasionally the thunder rippled in loud booms across the sky as one MAN sat above watching his handiwork. Who: One supreme being. Why: Unknown In Virginia, in the embrace of the Shenandoah valley it rained too. Blood from the lives lost, tears flowed like streams across the valley silenced by the deafening sounds of a bullet that ripped through the heart of an idyllic valley. Who: Someone mad and misguided and in control of some power. Why: Unknown. On the oil mixed sands of an ancient city, it rained through. Amidst the thundering sounds of misguided men blowing themselves up died 130 odd people. Who: Men seeking power in dying for their faith. Why: Unknown.

Were the 32 lives more important. Why does what we care for have to be orchestrated so much by what we see and hear. The 130 odd people became nothing more than a tally for a cause and destiny unknown. These 32 people will be praised, mourned and the relatives empathized with about their loss. Were their lives in anyway more important or more valued than the woman who went to buy vegetables, or the girl who went for walk. Didn’t we create that too with our vivid imaginations, falsifications and a misguided value. Why not give that the same attention. Why not give Darfur where US imposes mindless sanctions be given attention. Why not the suicide of farmers in India because of one sided World bank policies be given attention.

I am saddened by the loss. As a student I don’t want tog o in fear everyday to school. I can see how something as horrifying as this can affect people, a campus and a community. I am not complaining about the attention. It requires this attention if anything has to change. The fear is that it might not. Like all these other things, it might become mind numbing and just another spot on a time line of events. It might not bring a change anywhere. I don’t want to think that way, but then sometimes I don’t have a justification for thinking otherwise.

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3 responses to “Rude Awakening.

  • The Pilgrim

    Guess what, this grad student hasn’t slept for a week for more than 4 hours, trying to complete my thesis. I am so much identifying my bedroom with your basement. Its a mess with papers sticking out from every corner.

  • Ricercar

    i understand your point and you have a good one. i think though what people are so shaken by in this case is by the way it was carried out. its out of the ordinary. to say the least. so people are agitated. give it a few days. they will forget it just like they forget all those others you named. after all, people have been dying and killing each other through history. wars, pillage, cruelty, treachery, madness, poverty, racial injustice, social injustice, unobserved quite slow death of the ordinary, small, common man … which one of it is new? or is the everyday man on the streets apathy to it all beyond the excitement of breaking news new?

  • Cacophoenix

    @ Pilgirm: Yeah and the sad part is every time I look at a paper it reminds of the tree that gave its youth for my studies, and that kinds doesn’t help me get anywhere…

    @ Ricercar: History is not an explanation for the mistakes we make today. If anything all the mass plundering killing looting should serve as an example of why we need to be on our toes. You say it is out of the ordinary. It is not. The timelines that are being shown again and again are a testimony to that. The pattern of sensationalism in news and total apathy when it comes to certain events is what bugs me. It is perhaps a reflection of our fast, me myself society that bugs me. I don’t know..and that by itself can be frustrating enough. Thanks for dropping by. Hope you stop by more..

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