The dissident and the Mahatma

The dissident and the Mahatma

And that calls for the Mahatma in us all, but maybe not Gandhi.

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That governing little toddler.

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Verse (5:32) sūrat l-māidah (The Table spread with Food): Because of that, We decreed upon the Children of Israel that whoever kills a soul unless for a soul or for corruption [done] in the land – it is as if he had slain mankind entirely. And whoever saves one – it is as if he had saved mankind entirely. And our messengers had certainly come to them with clear proofs. Then indeed many of them, [even] after that, throughout the land, were transgressors.

But what of the mercy? What of the humanity that has been subverted and into the gaping hole of lost, abandoned virtues? Yet another?

There was the child, now merely a languished carcass. A scavenging avian feathering away the dust from the body, scalping off the eye from the socket and flying off away from the emerald intoxicated atmosphere, the dismemberment of my arms did allow my body to crawl and ingress near the body of my child, I wanted to rest there, but they wouldn’t let me.

It was just another day when the Al-bashar coup was in alliance and war agitated in the vicinity, the whole country. As the cheap burnt orange coloured whiskey trickled down my throat barely, it ignited my fretful mind like a kiln as it catches the wood, reminiscing me of the war, my family, my son, all’s what left of my family, the revolt in our minds steams out like the ire of the steam in a kettle. I gave the change I received from the innkeeper to my son, to fulfill the that amiable child curiosity. It was time to go home, what was left of it anyway, barely had I put down the magnetic bottle of ‘my aid to the escapist tendency’. I walked out the door, Concomitant to my first step outside the bar was a push from the army personnel yelling with the strident army charisma about the alley being a part of a bullet storm and extremely dangerous; I took a step back but spontaneously pushed away the man as I saw my child go, they are unaware, of the war, politics, devils, I took cover behind an APC unaware of what would follow and last I remember was a terrible hoarse of a plane dropping something above us, knocked out.

I woke up to the macabre. Their fire and blood emanating from both artilleries and the bodies, the sovereign dust of my land in my throat woke me up, I coughed it all out and pulled myself away from the snarky puddle of blood. Deafened by the now promulgated war sound, all I could feel were the cardinal thumps of my heart. I could see a tattered limb, cruelly clutched off from the body and horror struck my mind as I saw the muddled pennies near it. I pushed myself with the legs away from the tanks and slightly the crescendo of war wails and police sirens returned to me like the prodigal son after the war. Pushing my body and my heart to live a second more I pushed my debilitated body. Was it true? What I witnessed? I didn’t wanted to but denial couldn’t consume me. It was. Lips couldn’t bite themselves more, the outburst of cries weren’t enough, the bullying emotion of mad fury and insane sorrow had taken over me. There was the child, now merely a languished carcass, a scavenging avian feathering away the dust from the body and scalping off the eye socket and flying off away from the emerald intoxicated atmosphere, the dismemberment of my arms did allow my body to crawl and ingress near the body of my child, I wanted to rest there, but they wouldn’t let me.

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On December 17, 2010, With the self-immolation of Mohamed Bouazizi in Egypt took place the inception of The Arab Spring. Some say 110,000 died, some may speculate “ONLY” 1500, died. While the shamelessness of human demeanour and character has pushed us as low as to dare such words to be uttered out of our mouth, This article is not a finger pointing but instead fist on the face to show how the leaders of today are politically cheap, internationally divisive, morally hollow and most importantly, humanly pathetic. How today, snatching a gun off from the hands of a murderous wretch is enough to let yourself sleep in the night, how geo-political location and oil are more important than the blood of our own kind. This is not to show how much a pathetic, diseased-trodden ill minds of world leaders are. They already are in complete cognizance with it. They know the sin and insist on pushing themselves unto committing it again.

How the world’s most powerful leader was spanked by Mr. Putin in order to be rectified that their “Governance of the little intransigent toddler” wouldn’t work here. How selfish and self-centered are such people who spill pretentious taradiddle called Humanity [21st century definition] and demean it. How just for the sake of bulwarking the words spoken by Mr. Obama, he proclaimed a war when the real intention of geo-political positioning was marred by the Russian insurgency via Mediterranean Sea. And how, we, in such contemptuous boldness, forget about the land which is still plagued by death, by war, by insanity and how we forgot the people still being killed for we are not so un-informative that we don’t know the other ways of killing besides “Chemical Weapons.”. How we tried to accuse “Syrian Government” for the violation of Geneva Protocol ’28 Treaty and cross border Anti-Chemical Weapons treaty, but couldn’t simply save the millions of innocents, weak, victims of physical and mental attrition just by calling it “Crimes against humanity” and saving lives.

Instead Barack Hussain Obama, and governing little toddlers like him across the world who like to spit on someone else’s orange juice simply took the weapons, took a pretentious pat from the “tea party” savages and forgot about the humans still being killed? How instead of an aid in the coup d’état of Egypt, which in fact was a rebellion, they took their $1.5 billion back. How to put a blind eye where families are being killed, their privacy and rights being pillaged, forayed, impinged and their lives encroached? This is not to berate, excoriate or to heave a lampoon towards other countries but us, everyone, how we forget other humans who are still being shot at and living in hostile surroundings, scant supplies and no help. How they still fight almost in vain at the face of hopelessness. Almost. How the world has abandoned them all to their death, to such insufferable eternal hell, and giving true meaning to it, for what haunts the most about Hell is that it’s never ending because as you read this symposia, know that somewhere someone is being killed and lamenting the death of a loved one and someone somewhere in their cradle, is trying to shove dictation down the throat.

And if such is the definition and conduction of humanity and ‘care’, then Hilter is better, for whatever he was but not cruel and pretentious. I was told an idiot is a person who lies to her/himself, with that due regard, Hitler, Osama and every other man slaughtering “inhuman” person was the most kind and compassionate and smart human ever. And we all can speculate from the definition about the 21st Century leaders and the idiocy. One’s Religion, Stubbornness, Ego, Creed, Hegemonic/Monopolistic attitude doesn’t makes one an idolatrous figure. And even if it does, it’s a sham when you forget those “1500” people who died before your sleep and call yourself human. Humanity in true sense, is real enough.
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Imbued in the attrition, Misogyny.

“The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? Though an army encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war rise up against me, yet I will be confident.” (Psalm 27: 1, 3) 
She wakes up to the strident wail of the ambulance, a pandemonium of doctors lie in the vicinity, her eyes unable to endure, the pain, the agony. The Struggle stops with a silence, she begs. Does it?
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Walking down the rainy street, her thoughts cobble in her mind, she has a lot to do, a lot to plan, a lot to ruminate; Career, the marriage day after tomorrow, family, as she treads along the dark path, not on it, a shadow from the corner clutches her arm, full of hate and utterly unyielding, there stood the malaise, with lambasting notoriety in their eyes, pushed her around, play with the mind with no remorse, her fighting back means nothing, her tears spate the eyes but he did not stop for that was not anything but a waste for him.
 
Pillaged her, berated her with brazen madness and complete disregard for humanity, furnished their insane desires , laughing at her lament cries for it was a dulcet to their irrational, ill-minds and left her to die. No more the career, no more the marriage, no more. Tattered her clothes, her everything. Embracing her death, rather begging to god for it, passes out. She wakes up to the strident wail of the ambulance, a pandemonium of doctors lie in the vicinity, her eyes unable to endure, the pain, the agony. 
The Struggle stops with a silence, she hopes, she begs. DOES’NT it? Might sound rhetorical, for the shamelessness in our psyche drive us so far as to tell us that we don’t have an answer so it does not constitute as a question. What happens to the rape victim? What happens to her? This is not an article but a question. A question not for the infamous section 377 of the Penal Code penalising “carnal intercourse against the order of nature”, not a harangue, pedagogue and not most certainly a demagogue, but for the simple human.

Post-witnessing Yael Farber’s ‘Fearless’ in the Edinburgh Fringe i’ve heard people mourning, rather inveighling about the society, about the reforms, about everything. Instead of such benign neglect we should try to perform our duties as citizens, as officers, as ministers. We strive in a world where people discuss about the problem, fight to a certain extent and forget about it, and its is justified, we all have lives. We are not Gods, we most certainly cannot act like one but rather perform our duties, for one , be a human. On a recent date in the past, chewing my gum with loud ear drilling metal track in my ears, i reach my front gate, ignorant of the world, i spat the gum and went inside, as i turned to close the gate i saw a little five year old girl, picking up my gum and eating it. For the hunger would kill her, but the frugality in her expenses would’nt let her have it, i quickly rushed and got her all the Gums and Candies i had in my pockets. Little did i know that she would be beaten ruthlessly for taking that from me, not her brother, but she. We live in a world where we fight for the rights we violate. We don’t perform our duties and comment on others’. Asked by a periodical, Japjit Kaur, An actor in the “Fearless”, Why she wanted to take on the role, her response was simple and powerful, “This is urgent work.”.
This isn’t particularly about the most serious, heinous crimes, why is rape not the cause of depraved low morality? A minute hatred such as that experienced by that child constitutes well enough to be condemn in it’s initial stage.
Misogyny prevails everywhere, even within us, equality and sincerity to duty is an imperative for the cure. Instead of talking about it. we should simply conduct what’s urgent and end up forming an organized, safe and less hostile country. Misogyny is one such act, rape, discrimination, all constitute in it and because we are too busy to lax and harass a so-called “weaker” sex, its a war without a cause. Our duties and respect for the opposite sex, which would be determined by the reader itself, is an imperative. Our duty is the weapon. This war against ourselves must be won.
And some may excuse themselves by saying “Only dead have seen the end of war”, but then again, Plato was just a man.

Inculpate us all, for we carry incipit acknowledgement to our sins.

James 4:17 – Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth not, to him it is sin.”

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As per a recent pedagogue at a legal lecture I heard “Crime is an act of violation of other person(s)’ rights which in furtherance transforms into a potential threat to society.”. Is this right? Apart from the constitutional definition, I read the Holy Bible for the ‘religious’ definition and astoundingly there’s nothing sort of crime in the world’s largest ‘selling’ non-fiction book, a holy scripture. Pass onto the Koran, Gita and Gurugranth sahib and *Number of religions minus four* more scriptures and shockingly there’s no definition of ‘crime’. Sundry of other journals and symposiums juxtaposed in on my table and I sense a deficiency, for what is crime? Does the legal definition fulfill it? Answer, as it might seem predictive, is “No.”. Crime in its most cardinal sense is “concomitant knowledge of our misdeeds and its consequences”. Knowing you’re doing wrong but continues doing it, which makes us commit a sin.

In the hindsight of the Nairobi Mall shootout, we see brazen madness, horrendous killings that has shivered the world, a horrific act of not Terrorists, but the “Malaise” as one of the shooters in the mall was made to “abjure” his killings by a four year old kid, the kid interrupted the atrocity of the killer and called him a “bad person” to which the man reacted with tears in his eyes and lamenting that he is not a bad person. While some of the people might speculate with the happening of this event with sense of sympathy, pathos or even empathize in utmost cordial sense or in contrast, call him off as a monster, a terrorist, while it saddens me to understand the person as a victim of the malaise of “‘adopted’ definition of religion”, it simply occurs in the mind that what strength did that innocent child had that had pushed a cruel man like that to fall on his knees and cry bitterly? That was not innocence for we ourselves cannot define innocence. What led to such impassioned deplore of that person was that the child was an unbiased judge. A person with no knowledge or relation with ‘religion’ but the simple intellect of being in cognizance with what’s right and standing up for it. For he was the true follower of ‘God’ and true religious being, and the shooter, knowing that, still murdered ruthlessly the other men and women in the mall? Killing on the basis of religion but giving up the arms and hatred in the absence of it?  Or is it not?

This analysis does not lead to him being called a person of “intrinsic” monstrous nature no matter he sheds tears or shoots bullets for we are not in any position to judge. What this shows is even upon the knowledge and intellect of judging what’s right and wrong, the person still committing the wrong shows not evil but a disease, a malaise that shows fear, cowardice and an escapist tendency. That such “men of god” take holy words like Religion, Creed, Caste and use them to defend their vile misdeeds. “That the Jihadists take a few verses of Koran, mend and twist it our way and kill “innocents” in the name of it”, said a “hafiz”, the one who memorized all 6,236 verses of Koran, upon which I asked who the “innocents” are. The weak? The Women? The Children? The powerless?

That even we, the common men and women are non-amended. That the juvenile law isn’t still amended and what not? That we love to keep the knowledge of the wrong but never fail to do it. Doesn’t that make us all sinners? Religion is an organized collection of beliefs and world views that leads humanity to the supernatural. Right and wrong and its enforcement is what duty is and that is the supreme religion. That is “God”. So next time someone conducts wrong knowing that it is wrong, know that there are 4200 religions and you don’t need a single one to perform your duty and stand up to distinguish right from wrong. “God” as a supreme ideology is enough.