I don’t
understand people. That is a very encompassing statement, I know. It’s just a
fact I’m sure many before me have reiterated to the point of making it a
cliché. But think about it: Why do Indian halls fill up with people to watch a
Nolan movie but remain eerily silent and desolate when one of their own kind
thinks out of the box?
Why does
the world blame Afghanistan for terrorism when America takes child prisoners in
a “war against terror” and tortures them to madness?
Why does the world need a hero and a villain?
Why do people need wars?
Why are
nuclear weapons built everyday when we all know what can happen if we use just
one of them?
Were there always this many
rapists roaming the streets?
Were our lives always under such
threat?
Do we
only see it now because we want to have something to be afraid of? Because now
that everything needs to be out in the open thanks to the so called open media,
everyone must be made afraid of what has been going on around them without
their knowledge heretofore? Knowledge is power they say. Who are “they” I
wonder sometimes; and what power? The power to stop the killers and rapist and
terrorists who roam our streets because the court has acquitted them yet again?
The power to raise their voice only to be killed the first instant one goes and
files an RTI? Or the power to fast unto death in a jail cell for twelve years
in protest while people slowly forget about you? Or the power to shut your
eyes and stop up your ears like you had been doing heretofore.
Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak
no evil.
Do
those doctrines of Buddha apply today? In fact does any religion apply in a
world about to face the apocalypse not of humankind but of humanity?
So
you see... I do not understand people. Just like you do not. Just like I do not
know why I am writing about this in my blog, an entry a little different than
normal, just like the rest of the pseudo-protesters against injustice in the world
do, instead of doing something about it. But I do know that I will continue to
only write. To only let my words free and hence not cause even a dent. Because
I don’t understand people. And I, after all, am a person.
