The Matricidal Tale of the Biggest Sinner

 

The August rains wreak havoc across many parts of Asia, uprooting millions who stay closest to earth. These hapless masses, occupying just a tiny shelter and a few cattle, have hardly any role in robbing the pristine slopes of their natural armor and in corroding ecological immunity, still they suffer the most.

The behemoths, whose rapacious juggernaut rapes the natural resources, hardly get affected directly. The geography of a plush cocoon in a high-rise may save them, but the stinking, suffocating atmospherics of an asthmatic earth, with lungs hardly functioning without trees, will come to lay its evil, chuckling grip on their plump, neck-tied throats sooner or later. Let them have air-purifiers, as they may brag about it. How many times you will have your funny oxygen toy with you? Will you use it even while shitting and fucking? Well, if you do, then my dear poor plunderer let me remind you that you are nothing more than a caged bird. If you still have the heart to take your golden cage as the palace of freedom and liberty then please carry on. One more thing, terminal diseases hardly think twice before knocking at a thatched hut or an ivory-paneled palace.  

The naked, raped slopes cascade down, crying testimony to their rape and plunder. As they lose their space, they vanish with a silent curse, ‘Humans, even you will lose, cringe, fret and fight for mere inches of space!’ Aren’t we suffering with the curse, as we engage in wars over wastelands and pay mountains of money pooled over generations just to buy a few yards of space in congested urban ghettos?

The spiteful rivers shout the tale of mankind’s scourge. The dying rivers polluted with the illegitimate semen of our industrial plants, breathe their last with a muffled, choked curse, ‘Humans you will have to pay for every single drop of water!’ Aren’t we paying for water now? The grandest trees fall telling another tale of agony and tragedy, ‘Fools, you will have to pay for every breath to survive!’ Don’t worry, very soon clean air will claim a major portion of your savings in the cities. The glaciers fall with the majesty of grand old men killed by their own grandchildren out of criminal neglect. Many species become extinct, taking a final breath with a curse on the man and his kind. It’s mother earth’s big, loud, painful cry, you damn fools!

Mother earth’s lungs are burning. As the fresh, verdant, lively, life-giving woods get charred to lifeless ash, the mankind has taken one more step toward the inevitable doom. The lungs of earth, the Amazon forests, supplying 20% of the total oxygen to the mother planet, are turning to smoldering char and dead ash. Nobody seems to be bothered. It hardly qualifies as serious international news. The golden haired top-boss of the world and a small, plump Romeo, bursting at his skin’s seams, shaking hands to take a break from their respective follies pleasantly startles the planet. The message reaches everywhere from the hungriest bellies in the remotest hamlets in Africa to the well-fed rats in the gutters of the financial mega-hubs housing the dens of lies, conceits, exploits and plunder. But the lungs of mother planet burning and collapsing hardly qualifies to be a news-studio worthy beat.

The modern civilization appears to be too solution-oriented. Ironically, all these are mere solutions to its own self-crafted problems. So, the simple question is: why create so many problems in the first place? Can’t we have a simple model of development that doesn’t create problems primarily, thus saving us later from falling into a vicious circle of running after solutions? However, when you use your creativity and potential to find a solution to self-generated problems, instead of going back and rectifying the flawed model that led to the problems, you enter a futile circle where both solutions and problems compete against each other to create further problems.

Proud of its caliber and technological advancement, the modern civilization believes in grafts and transplants. It’s taken as the hallmark of scientific prowess. Isn’t it funny? I mean just having to pursue solutions for the follies that we are knowingly committing. It’s outrightly fatalistic. It just fights the evil-effects of the well-proposed and efficiently implemented policies and plans. Why doesn’t it just show innovation in being with the natural mechanisms that support human life? Why does it put all human potential in first deliberately destroying its overall home and then use institutions, NGOs, armies, research institutes, medicine, innovation and planning commissions to plan on a bigger scale to undo the self-inflicted harm? It is simply as fatalistic as a snake eating its own tail to survive. The poor thing assumes that it’s moving on the path of survival. Little does it realize, it’s progressing on the trail of its own annihilation.

So, as the news channels and those who matter waste their lungpower in school-boyish scuttles and slips, the pristine flora and fauna in the most luscious natural region of mother earth burns to lifeless ash. To the land-monger modern civilization, a clear patch is more important than a clump of trees. The issues of trees and environment are left for the future generations to handle as they deem it fit. Basically, we are showering the so-called parental love and care on our children just to leave them suffering in the concrete gas chambers a few decades down the line. There cannot be a graver and more shortsighted version of self-seeking love.