The perilous churning of contrasting elements

 

These are strange, enervating, fuddled times.

Troublous pensiveness in the air.

Languidly palpitant sense of insecurity weaving puzzling spools of illusions.

Bayonet fighting among ideologies has left strange crossbreeds.

Communism has borrowed so heavily from capitalism as to leave the latter pauperized in ideological terms.

Democracy, on its part, has overblown itself so much that democrats need to turn autocrats to put the house in order.

Communism has to cast respectful glances in the capitalist corridors to find out exactly what it meant to do in the first place.

Capitalism has to lay down the golden mantle to seek some new relevance in the masses of grounded depravities among those where it could never reach and who in fact are the real drivers of its engine.

The left went so much to their left that they got scared to fall into an abyss and have to get to their right to regain their footing. They have to stop clearing the mossy tombstones of their founders, exulting internally and mournful outside, and draw new-age inspiration from much berated rightists.

The same goes for the rightists. They are the liberals of their end of extremity. They unbolt the same anger at the same enemy presented in different colors than the leftists.

Tariffs are the new torpedoes of war. They hover around undisguised. Diffidently now; with a potent force then.

Trump has started this new weapon of the new-age war, the war through torpedoes of tariffs. 

Swarms of drones are the new locusts. They seize the hitherto unseizable opportunity; conceive the inconceivable options to take war to the last nook corner into the civilian lanes and alleys. Targeting is more pinpointed, surgical and lethal. One particular person can be ant-picked from among the swarms of humans around.

The imperious desire to be more lethal.

Malevolence moving, humming pacifically. For the kill.

Evil-glowering of destruction and death.

No longer the bestial shouts of fighter jets. No vainglory of ballistic missiles. Just panting timbre of blades carrying the little voice of shaitan. Terror frozen in small civilian hearts.

Humanity with its somber, protracted sigh watching helplessly.

Ringing intonation of mischief taking a U-turn to retain childhood fancies through robotic warfare.

Artificial intelligence a pill for our collective stupidity and dementia. Over a period of time, the autonomic functions of human brain, which have equipped us to rule the planet, will fall out of practice, making us dulled poor masters of smart rich machines.

Robotic soldiers soon will be the elderly general’s childish computer games. Clicking here with a silly boy’s glee; killing thousands of kilometers away with the precision and seriousness of a deadly predator. 

Wild fires will be gone. You need forests for that. Right? So we will have more and more social media wildfires triggered by the weather elements of false narratives, fabricated data, rumors, made-up stories and juicy throng of lies. The spittle string of conceit showered on dunderheads.

The protracted sigh of truth and justice drowned in the liquidating timbre of dark-tongued devil.

We have the inherent streak of violence in our genes to tear flesh in wars. We can’t bear the torment of joy.

Ugliness easily outweighs loveliness.

Festering wounds cast a black magic spell and invite followers to get addicted to them. And they jog-trotting after it. Quizzically. Demonstratively.

Peace and joy will be left behind beckoning despondently. But there will be less flesh to tear and claw because of the mechanization of the human body. Still we will continue tearing each other through ideas, ideologies, business rivalries and ever-combating politics.

Entire earth is basically a big house that always carries undercurrents of violence, stratagems and cunning schemes to outpace the other—your neighbor, your irksome family member, the rival caste men, the rival ethnic people, the rival religion, the rival business, the rival continent, the rival hemisphere.

There is an undeniable, unsavory antipathy towards the other; willfully abhorrent and contemptible.

Existence on earth is defined by self-interest, rivalry and competition across all hierarchies.

Bonhomie is just a mournful conjecture. A way-worn adjutancy.

Humanity is betrothed to the dark woman of violence.

Even the spreaders of love for humanity—the spiritual and religious heads and their sects and institutions—are industrious rivals ingratiating each other in their unusual manners. They bawl and drawl to catch more and more followers. And to validate their brand of ‘love for humanity’ they will easily break the rival heads.

That’s the dilemma of being earthlings.

That’s how life has incidentally evolved on this little place.

That’s what life means to the Homo sapiens, the group of venturesome black head lice.

Love is a mirage and now even the mirage is getting naturally supplanted by hostility.

I sometimes wonder, what would happen if earth is someday challenged by some other form of life, from some far off planet in the cosmos, having a totally different meaning of life than we have here.

I mean suppose we have a confrontation with a technically superior but a form of life to whom cooperation and common interest (antipodal to our existence centered around rivalry, competition and self-interest) is the basic instinct that has factored their evolution.

Won’t we appear heathens to them? And they would, of course, try to mould it as per their own interpretation of life. However, I know that we will be very strong rivals even when pushed in a corner by a far more technically superior form of life.