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Wednesday, October 19, 2022

Croakings of a Clumsy Frog -- 6

 

Life is just a choice to be alive.

A little frog is croaking and jumping in a little rain puddle. ‘Why is it dancing?’ I wonder. ‘Probably it’s very happy,’ I get an answer as per our own equation of happiness. ‘But why is it happy?’ the sceptic inside again tries to get an explanation. ‘It’s happy because it’s dancing,’ this isn’t my idea. It has landed from a higher plane.

Things just exist in an unqualified, unconditional state. The ‘what’, ‘why’, ‘how’, ‘when’, ‘where’ are mere cognitive consequences of the neuro-transmitters cascading in the brainy matter. Within its exclusive zone of happening, everything is cause and effect at the same time. Imagine two points on a circle. Each point leads as well as follows the other at the same time. And their journey can be endless on the circular path.

Cause breeds effect; effect sires new causes. Creation sows the seeds of destruction; and destruction conceives creation. Everything is round about. ‘Sab gol gol!’ as a mendicant friar exclaimed by the Ganges. A big sunya. Here nothingness breeds everything; and everything sums up to be nothing.

It’s just a mammoth humming, buzzing, vibratory drama. Play your tunes well and dance like the little frog. To be happy and joyful is a matter of choice. Food, clothing, career, hobbies are what make one feel better and happy. So isn’t happiness a choice? Choose what makes you feel better. Now, who says happiness isn’t a choice? Beyond philosophies, simply choose what makes you happy. It will gradually turn you joyful.

Why do I like my corrupt politician?

The urge to rule and dominate used brutal force to stay in power in the ancient times. Then we started getting civilized and the concept of outright blood and gore to dominate and rule was challenged by the civilized norms of peace, harmony, rights, responsibility, equality, ethics, etc. Of course, there is still blood and war in different parts of the world but the voices opposing it are very significant also.

Politicians are far better than the outright savage killers. They, at the most, draw invisible white blood instead of the real red one. Politicians cut the vision of the masses, to keep it suitable to their purpose, instead of gauzing out eyes altogether. They try to cut down your thinking to reshape it on their scheming anvil instead of outright beheading. On the other hand, apolitical power aspirants have hardly any inhibition in pulling out eyes and cutting throats. As a chicken-hearted writer, I always prefer non-physical cutting over the physical one. I am always in gratitude to our politicians for they have spared my limbs and allowed me to retain my croaking. With their clever as well as cunning acumen, they may push me into the corridors ignominy and pathetic survival. However, at least I still get a chance to keep croaking.

Politics is the craft of creating mammoth mountains of symbolism out of tiny molehills of facts or even fiction. It's extremely cunning but very creative work. The massive loafs of cloud then roam in our minds, covering the real from the unreal. The sun of truth stays above. And in the shadows, the fractions of truth, beliefs, conventions and set-up narratives mischievously condition the mind to think in a definite pattern for big gains for the politicians. All this allows them to claim power and its pelf in majorly bloodless ways, save some minor aberrations here and there.

What I fear the most is the apolitical power aspirants like religious fundamentalists. Do you think Taliban will allow any unbecoming croaking to their ears? Never! They are perfectly apolitical. And believe in drawing direct, real, red blood. In comparison, our khadi-clad politician rulers seem angels. Learn to love your political rulers, fella. Ask those who haven’t political rulers sitting over their head and instead have apolitical direct power claimants. Ask any educated Afghani person, running away from the land of misery, what it means to be ruled by ‘active fists’ instead of ‘scheming minds’. You will have all your answers.

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