Jan 08, 2005 09:01 PM
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(Updated Jan 08, 2005 09:02 PM)
With 2004 A.D. reaching its dawn.or to speak in a more positive streak, . .with the 2005 A.D. calendar just waiting to adorn the walls of our homes, I had thought of posting something as an attempt to take a look on the closing year's diary's pivotal pages. And blame it on the gloomy n damp winter sky of Delhi or on the dark glasses that I am donning at present or the ones that are bestowed by Mother Nature to us in the form of the unforgettable TSUNAMIS., most of the pages seem to be murky but that’s exactly how it has been….real to the core. Reality bites…and it bites hard…
It is hard to get your eyes off the TV and your mind off the trauma that the people would be going through. We, sitting here, simply cannot imagine it. The situation is overwhelmingly sad and its not just about India.its about the entire human loss.the loss of faith.the villages disappearing. People being lost forever.people with nothing to look forward to.there's no visible end to it.
A friend of mine said that she couldn’t get Thomas Malthus's words out of her mind. He gave the theory of population that given the rate of human births and the exponential increase in human race, there will come a stage when the only way to curb the rate of this growth and bring in balance would be through natural disasters and in modern times terrorist attacks too. It may sound awful.but that's what the truth seems to be like.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any correlation with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
This world is constantly changing….and we are changing it recklessly without even a second thought to the upshots that one might have to confront tomorrow. That was nature’s way of showing her fury. And we humans have taught her to be indiscriminative while executing the same…so what if the victims were innocent children, penurious fishermen, vacationing tourists and many more……Mother Nature’s fury, in the disguise of the killing Tsunamis, caught everybody unaware. There's nothing certain in a man's life except this: That he must lose it. The words of Aeschylus(Agamemnon) probably explain the mishap to an extent.
Now that the burden cannot be lightened, let us move forward and lend them all, a broader shoulder to share it and help them move on.
