Well,
most of us commit our wrongs with a sense of duty, a sort of commitment, in a
kind of frenzied sense of occupation. If not for this, so many of us will not
be found ready, almost instinctively, to go the wrong way rather than
volunteering to do something good. So, the ‘wrong’ seems to have its justification
born of those perceived duties by the doer.
A
hierarchy of sieving then decides not so common from the common-most crop. At
the first level of filtration, the finest wire-mesh allows majority of the mob
of wrongdoers trickle down into the dustbin of petty wrongs on the smallest
stage closest to earth in crowded slums, stinking nullahs, mucking markets and
laboring beehives, where the fight for survival saps most of the energy,
leaving very little escapades of and on in frustrated minds. The bigger, fat, rascally
particles stay above on the screened, perforated platform and engage in bigger
wrongs on a more substantive platform.
Now,
the second level of sieving takes place among the thicker rascal-heads, the
bigger baddies, or the plumpier daddies of the trade. The holes in the wire-mesh
are bigger than the previous one. A lot many foolish gallants topple down, so many
die, get beaten, imprisoned and clobbered down to survive at the second tier of
wrongdoing. They slide down the screening holes at the second tier and settle
for bigger wrongs than the lowest mass. As expected, the still thicker ones get
a chance to play the wrongdoing game at the next level. Here, the stakes are
higher. The risks involved are bloody, but so are the returns, which hit the
proportions of jackpots.
To
qualify to stay above the screening mesh at the third level, the thickheaded
pebbles, veritable stones, quibble, use brain as well as brawn, and mostly utilize
the muscle of the toppled down smaller particles at the level immediately
below, and the ignorance of the ant-swarms at the bottom.
In
this final sieving, the biggest mafias, cartels and powerful politicians stay afloat
to rule at the apex. Now they decide what is ‘right’ and what is ‘wrong’. All
other versions of right and wrong at the lower rungs lose their meaning. There,
at the lower orders, murders, rapes, felonies and thefts come to be mere stats
in the law and order book. These are mere social problems and hardly matter as
long as these don’t shake the foundations of the state, i.e., interests of the
ones qualifying to be filtered at the highest sieve.
One
can commit a murder on the lower rungs and still be considered a foolish
nonmalignant element. However, if a sound brain, even in the frailest and most non-violent
of a body, raises a verbal assault against the wrongdoers at the apex, he then
becomes the most lethal anti-state, malignant criminal. The state is basically
not bothered about the marketplace cacophony of petty criminalities like
someone cutting somebody’s throat, or someone raping, plundering, beating or
shouting abuses. These are local-police station worthy petty, minor pardonable
wrongdoings. These in fact are the cause of creating the bread and butter for a
whole damn law-keeping department. The real ‘wrong’ is the ‘wrong’ that shakes
the confidence, or throws light, or exposes, the machinations and stratagems of
the biggest rascals at the top.
