Life is precious and given divinely to live as much as one could in the fullest. Life is also a one time gift —for life is just one in all its entirety. It may sound weird to say— life once gone is forever gone as it’s not going to come back and resume— Myths have filled our world, and truth later asserts in it. Therefore, Ahimsa of Jainism who abstain to killing any animals, or animal rights of certain sects to certain animals which were popularized in order to prevent livestock or to sustain sectarian ideology—gives a profound and deep thought in regard to lives as it manipulates the inner or its outer layer of the core solid value of satiety of our living society.Rules, laws, codes, etc were made but if followed adequetely; safety is ensured and prolonged sustenance of our dignity is assured and acheivable. So, the question is don’t we have rules? We do have rules— of atleast social and moral codes. Does rules were made really to be broken? We human beings are social animals, who could think and acts upon thoughts needs more thoughts before actions. Rules probably are set to lead better lives. The social codes and biblical codings are meant for morality sake. If men follow rules— which may be written or unwritten ones, life may be as same as life in the Garden of Eden. Our generation is unfortunate in the midst of outrageous, revolutions, agitations, and a popular corruptious minds which is anarchy.
This may be caused due to the shortage of economical production in the society where we are living.In life, nothing much matter than lives itself. It is quite convincing that God has some purpose in every soul, Rick Warren’s The Purpose Driven Life encompasses the value of life and its purposes, livelihood, parenting, faith, so on and so forth. But it didn’t meant there’s no death. Nope, life can be (is) adventure and witness the beautiful creations on the earth. Everyone wants to live a long life in the midst of death and nobody really wants to get older. Everyone wants to go to heaven: but no one dares to die. So, life is really a gift, very special!
Not of diamonds
Not of faults
Not of lies
But of reality
But of values
But of purposesIt is love and kindness that counts by means of understanding the reality of lives, but we lose it between thoughts and actions. Our angst’s should not be equivalent to life nor dead. It is not that of myths— religious ethics and its ideas that only suit our existence. They are the apparatus against morality. The amalgamation of cults has belittled life day by day. Has the quality of our b-e-i-n-g which is supposed to be grounded upon humanity been vanished—culminates the being? A good society is a product of a good individual. However, in the midst of development in all fields, chaotically creates anarchism under oligarchical system since its arms couldn’t reach all equally well. Then social stratum… against morality. Our Sunday school stories— if kept may serve.If humanity fails, the society falls and the ruling fails, family crumbled. So, love and morale today’s need to be rebuilt, retained and re-structured, or otherwise the consequences is at hands.Techs in many ways have overtaken us. Let us remember that our modern social networking system colonised and hegemonised our generation’s mind, but digital life and physical life are really different parameters. It is in many ways has loosen our societal values through easy accessible of all kind of informations. It has plastered our skin but not our heart. Social media can be a drama our trauma largely depend upon each individual.
Therefore, humanity is both fundamentally subjective and objective in nature. Our soul, in many ways had been swayed away by materialisation in one way or another way. Our education seems mean where money replaced truth. Love, fairness and goodness seems lost it reality.I finally realized that (after watching a documentary on Ayodhya, and a presentation by a journalist), India, the country where we belong to, is such a free country, where our constitution is composed of and encompasses — all; the best of the best, propounding liberty and fraternity. But due to the lackage of goodwill institutions, which is suppose to endear humanity has poison our souls into falsity and egoisticsm. The poor remain poor. Our political system, societal values and economical stages and its ideology has been shifting from one concept to another concept from time to time, in which it is all bounds to easy-mode. When materialization is exercised, greed is excorcise in each soul and our cultures—customs were unvalued.PrimateThis is a story transcribed based on sight in the early of July 2017.In the midst of raining, I’ve heard barking of dogs in and around the premises of my home. I couldn’t bother about the barking dogs, but instead, I rather want to enjoy the rain, because, that day, the rain were like rain after a thousand years. Every souls, I supposed— welcomes the rain in the midst of summer heat.
The wind blew as its rains, the oak, the pine trees, and my childhoodeucalyptus trees, which stand beside my pillow, flaps its leaves— swinging and hurling aside back and forth to and fro. The scenic view is charming! What a rich earth! Charlie Chaplin once said, “The good earth is rich and there’s room for everyone”.I’d enjoy watching the moment of truth as the beauty of raining sweeps across edges to edges swaying and chattering tap and tap— from my window. Nature has captures my mind and it manifest the depth of natural beauties— of the Alps and of those green pastures. I do witness its outer and hearty beauties waves across heavens and earths vertically and horizontally equally well, where outer beauty is the first impression that could linger and stir the mind. Beauty is really counted, however it cheats many times and temporary just like those trees moving to and fro, back and forth, upon the sway of rain and wind. It’s a great view but short— however that minute is uncountable having more than 60 seconds.Anthropologists’ claims that ‘Nature is Normal’ as it endowed with beauties following their own pattern. At the same time there’s natural deviances in nature apart from social and moral deviances. So, it is doubtful, whether beauty is really skin deep. One may say “It’s not skin deep, it’s real”, or it can be questioned what consequences does beauty have—? Well, it pleases the mind and ceases the mind too. That’s Life. This is the binary of our natural entity.
The truth lies upon the inner beauties but the outer gets counted first. C’est la vie.While I was submerged in thoughts……..In a moment, a primate attends the gathering of my family and friends. Even though, we didn’t allowed or allowed—she came and all we saw was her face along with a red bindi in her forehead. Then, she pulled a towel and wears it as if she was following a fundamental religious cults— she covers her head. She seems she was so humble to come to us which probably the best pretext she could tricked, in order to admires us and admit her in. She sat still in the porch, beside the flower pots— silent—speaks no words, utter no nuances, neither has she sung either she talks. It was amazing, she veiled her head through her limbs and loins. But everyone exclaims, “She is very good in acting, though. What did she want”? Why should she came here? She wants safety from the barking dogs, I suppose, as she was traumatized by the dogs and she later dramatized the scenes. Probably!Then, somebody try to get rid off her veil, it’s unfair that she wore my towel. “She didn’t even ask me permission neither, she was so—…”.then she ran down the stairs.After a moment she comes in again, this time, not only in the porch, but in the room. Is she trying to attend our dinner— as an intruder…!?After she enters, it is truth universally accepted that primate use to love the femininity of women. (It’s a legend in common usage).
Being everyone is watching her gestures and commotions, I guess she probably felt shy to be amongst the speaking animals, or may be she felt lonely. I am not certain. Thus, she goes to mama, climbs upon her as if she got some secrets for mama, and apallingly mama let her sit on her lap,L Mama feel gross— shouting, “Oh, this is the closest I’ve ever seen primate”. 🙂Then, she wings around— crawling, climbing and tailing as if she feels the rooms were water of streams filled with chirping birds amongst bamboos amidst the weather, shrubs and grasses, moistened after rain in the winter morning in the deep woods of Amazon. She went under a table and upon the lantil lines, just like the plots were like her common place in the black forests in the rift of the Andes or the Appalachian Mountains ranges.Next, she runs around and looked at the baby, where his mama was holding him. She is really a great guest— she plays, that night well, very well, the amphitheatre were cheesy—goosey even though it was the first time she attends the family and friends gathering. It was such a beautiful coincidence! J She let us hold our breath. It was quite inevitable when the primate gave signs of endearment and compassion to the baby, as it envisages and emanates gleam of lights, as if connecting to the celestial city i.e. the disney land where everyone longs for long.She opens her mouth— she neigh and neigh to the baby, or is she telling him a tale of wise saws? We didn’t understand, may be the baby understands the sign languages along with a little sound coming out from her mouth. The baby at the same time was amazed when the primate seemingly talks to him.
Are they having an unknown conversation of truth in the midst of us celestically? It was a great moment and our feeling lies beyond sight. Doesn’t she want to cuddle him? I am not sure whether why she was passionate to him or was she unjust, or she is making us a fool audience showing favoritism only to the baby. Yes, her acompanion was thrilling, she entertains us a lot— giving a spontaneous overflowing of thoughts.Same:Oh Ye Simian!Was Darwin really right?No, it’s a theory—’Yes, our resemblance—’Is assured.It’s our langueThat vary. ButWell verse— abreast. Or,Aren’t thou…celesticallyOrate? Sképsi—That’s our lingua franca.Our Culture—,Nature; the same—And live the same life. That’s counts! The Same,Counts! Vive la vie.However, there were a new plan! In no time, one or two amongst us secretly agreed and they claimed, since it was before dinner, saying. She was a gift for the next meals. While they are holding a pan— which has a handle for holding and as per plan, the pan for the head. I can’t imagine, it already touched me there will be b***d everywhere. Or else we will sacked her and let it be.
One masterly mind says. “There won’t even a sound, noise or nothing”. But I argued, “I don’t want to eat and see this happening, she shows her compassion and she probably begs safety to us, so she came, why should we do this”? Now I hate my involvemnet, because I have to ransom her.Being involved is being in risked. In case, you know what if, she jumps in Titanic. It’s not gonna be easy because, from the past 10 minutes …ready to pan and sack her. What matters was life, also she might have a baby to look after, to feed, to fend and to attend.However, they really tried to let it be, some amongst us move closer and closer to her, with an aim— which is ‘another moment of truth’. It was hurt to bear and hard to see. The primate was helpless, but pitiful and she neither have somebody to speak up. She sticked and docked on the floor, any moment later she could be hooked or boxed.Now they tried to cheat on me by saying superstitionsbelieves which were traditionally said, or which have never been said, means they picked up momentarily. “If a primate comes in at home, it is not good to let it out” and I vehemently said, “If a primate comes in a home, we must let her out, what superstitions do we believed, There is no correlations with an animal coming in and stay and kill or let”? But, you know what, they said, “we will dry the meat, you know the taste! Her brain will be good for (your) kid”. “No, he was good though, without” Zawngkhuaks!The final strike, they tried to hit her. But one of us stand by her. Letting her in a room, closed the curtain, standing against them and solemnly declared, “I don’t wanna eat this, even if you kill her, I won’t, what for”. He tried his best in defending, “If she came again tomorrow, you kill her….and let it be”. “Today, you cannot killed her, I insist”. He said.But the majority looked at him—winked upon him —a hard time. Again, they really tried to let it be… He said, “You better killed me and eat me”. Now, the pan’s down, the sack’s down, the commotion changed. Then he said, please open the door and we let her out—. He bade byes by saying, “Go primate go, don’t ever turn back here and be safe!I supposes he is not able to bear the compassion she shared and the companion we shared —is the same. Or else, if he’d never seen her, he won’t have no compassion, because he’s not gonna be knowing anything her about it. One amongst us said to them, “You guys are always different but you are love worthy”. Being different is not always good amongst majority. Democracy is a majority rule whether it is right or wrong. So majority, in many ways needs to be redefined. After some days. I said to one of us, “the primate didn’t turn up”? He replied “We missed the dishes because of you guys”. I wish to say bon apetit, though.
Life is precious. Let’s live and lift.it is said, ‘one life is enough, if it is well lived”
