“The Darkest Places in Hell are Reserved for Those Who
Remain Neutral During a Moral Crisis.”
Gandhiji, maybe after doing some work for freedom (which I
think is undue credit) left the world with his three monkeys: The blind one,
who couldn’t see bad; the deaf one, who couldn’t hear bad; and the dumb one,
who could speak no bad. In a very silly manner, we were all told to unify our
soul with that of these three monkeys. No one ever understood the
repercussions.
The blind monkey couldn’t see bad. But, if he was blind,
could he see the good? Could the deaf one hear the cries for good? Could the
dumb one speak in praise? Sadly, they were just handicapped.
Passing on ancestral knowledge, we passed on this. Today,
each Indian blooms with the blindness, deafness and muteness of the
monkey-pals. Neither can see perceive the evil prancing around, nor can they
feel the goodness of good. They’ve become numb walking machines. Machines that
adhere only to themselves. Machines that have lost faith in others. Machines
that have become liabilities for the Indian culture.
Good prevailed over evil a few centuries ago. Today,
neutrality does. My affair is mine. Yours is yours. No one speaks in favor, no
one speaks against. Oops! I almost forgot. They’re blind, deaf and mute!
Blind to the sufferings of the poor. Blind to the wars.
Blind to the conditions towards which our future moves.
Deaf to the wails of homeless people. Deaf to the cries of
mother earth. Deaf to the knowledge being imparted on them.
Dumb enough to speak the truth. Dumb, to an extent where
they have sealed lips. Dumb and dumb to caress someone. Dumb so as to give
someone a reason to smile.
I did not intend on writing something today, or at this
time, but the sadness lurks around me everywhere. The numbness of people. The
dead souls, the crushed consciences.
Maybe we could just pay some heed to someone in need, and “together
we’ll make a brighter day, just me and you! We are the world!”
If there is no God, we have to set things right.
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