Pause or Perish

Mother Nature has its own calculations to decide what is good or bad overall. While only one species, out of the millions habiting this little gob of earth floating in the cosmos, is sulking, the rest are jubilant.  The air is fresher. The skies are clearer. The noise is less. I don't know whether to celebrate or sulk. So I stand in between. I feel sad for Homo-sapiens. I feel happy for rest of our earthlings. Also, standing on the middle line seperating the Single species from the rest, I pray for a good for all solution where all are happy and nobody sulks. Is it too much asking for? It may be easier than we think. Provided we cut the greed to the limits of need; reshape our value system and learn to take peace and joy as prized as gold; systematically nurture the emotional quotient in our next generation with the same urgency as we force their intelligence quotient; and most importantly replace a sense of blind competition to beneficent cooperation; realign the parameters of victory to include excellence and intangibles of sweet persona in the trophy of winner. All the things that have messed up the scene currently are our mind creations only. If these are failing to set up a joyful world, we can systematically create a different reality using our minds. What is the big deal about it. Stop taking power, designation, wealth, bank accounts as the only achievable pinnacle of human destiny. Give equal respect to love, compassion, empathy in a person's character as recognisable traits and rewarded accordingly to give them a life of decency. If your mind can fix values worth millions of dollars to stones found in nature, and which are of no value to any other species, why can't you devise ways and means to reward softer things of life. Endless are the resources of mother nature. All we need to do is to stop the mad race to plunder each and everything. Walk slowly. Pause. Then see what a paradise mother earth gives you as a reward within two decades. Otherwise keep fighting as an enemy of mother existence. Endless are her arrows from countless directions. How long you will fight. Just listen to her a bit. Showers of bliss wait you. But don't come as a robber. She will shoot you down. Approach as a smiling child moving to his mother to hold her hand. There she stands. Just waiting for you to correct your ways. Do it or keep fighting till your fears turn your physiognomy into almost a machine, with flesh and blood gone. Then a new robotic species will evolve. A sort of walking and moving matter. It hardly matters to mother Earth. It will readjust itself to a new mischief monger like it has done so far.

Wuhan Syndrome and the next gen warfare

Is anybody talking about building next generation warplanes, satellite shooters, next monster ballistic missiles, some super-dad of a Nitro, hrdyo or any x y z bomb or any other type of extension to our greed for power? Are there top security meetings taking place to rule the planet? Everything has been pushed to the corner in the face of a common threat. Lesson number one, in the face of irreversible damage to Mother Nature and the over-sweeping forces of globalization, the problems will be common for Homo-sapiens. So stop creating any more among yourself. These are nothing but assumptions, insecurity and virtual fears in the face of imagined boundaries and mind-contrived notions of having different interests and identity. The walls have crumbled now. It’s just one open field. So play the same game for the benefit and enjoyment of everyone.    

Irrespective of the fact whether the patient zero was an inadvertent culinary experiment in Wuhan animal market or some chance, mischance, deliberate, helf-deliberate or any other reason possible pushing the situation to the leaking of the deadly virus manufactured in the Wuhan biological weapon test lab, the result is that it has carried out the repercussions of the scale of a world war three. Wars have changed shapes and context over the millennia. The greed for power, the rapacious urge to dominate, the ever-persistent gluttony for more and more, all these and more that gratify individual and collective ego are itself deadly mutants that have hijacked our creative brains to keep the destructive trait one step ahead of the peaceful use of our logic and reasoning. The main thing is: we have failed to learn to live in peace.

China and its ambitions to be the all powerful master isn’t the only genesis of the problem. It’s a symbol of our collective greed for more and more by killing the aesthetics in mankind in parallel with burning the house, the little planet, we live in. Behind its iron curtail, things have been very shady in China. The strongest in the Chinese society destroyed millions of their own softer lives in the name of an ideology that nurtures the biggest evil in the name of serving the cause of the maximum, i.e., communism. A serpent which is used to eating the weaker ones among its own species will hardly stop at dining in its own house. It will slither out of its hole to gobble up preys outside also. Like they can boil live animals to satisfy the cravings of their tongue, they will hardly listen to any prick of conscience before planning to unleash any suffering on the humanity outside the Chinese borders. This steely resolve is their strength.

Aggression serves in the brute game of the survival of the fittest. But that is where the entire meaning of humanity gets lost. It’s like retracing the steps back to the pre-historic times when our ancestors survived as one of the animals in caves and forests. We could break that vicious loop of the naked game of the survival of the fittest only because we had the power to group and manage things collectively. Contrary to the belief that our reasoning served as a weapon to enable us to reach the pinnacle of food chain and rule the planet, it’s the still more effective soft power of emotions and empathy that served as the basic fuel of our civilizational progress. Use of logic, reasoning and the subsequent science and technology is merely the means to achieve the ends of cooperation and the common goal to excel as a species. With only raw aggression, we would still have been struggling as one of the apes in the forests. We excelled not because we made deadly weapons. We thronged because we could consciously love and were aware of our empathy to contrive things and manage affairs with a larger collective identity. Now with no other species in the arena to compete against, we are carrying the struggle to excel among within the species. So the domain of collective affiliation and identity is shrinking now after expanding to its peak when Homo-sapiens primarily identified with their own species to evolve at all levels. Now the collective affiliations are shrinking within the Homo-sapiens. It now shrinks along the boundaries of nationality, religion, caste, creed, class, continent and many more. Just as we fought against other species, now we create different subspecies of mankind on the basis of caste, class, nationality, ethnicity and religion. It’s the same age old war that we started against other species. To compete at all cost, even though there is hardly any need anymore, leaving it a divided house now at the risk of crumbling down far earlier than anyone of us can think of.

As I look at China’s obsession for more power and clout, I have to point out that I am no supporter of the USA either. They have been doing all that takes in the power game to stay the de facto ruler of the planet. It includes sustaining conflicts world over to weaken nations and encash resources out of conflict areas. However, the saving grace is that they are a functioning democracy. People have a direct role in choosing their head. And the option of choosing a leader still leaves a whole lot of prospects for the humanity. At least, the head of the state is accountable. He has the necessity of going out there before the electorate and get the license of governance renewed again. The leadership in China is not accountable to anybody. And such power sitting on the head of such immense resources is nothing sort of a potential hazard for the masses both within and outside their boundary.

Now, with just 3000 deaths, which is nothing in comparison to their millions of slaughters under communism, they are in a fine position to start throwing the sickened humanity outside Chinese borders with cheap, hardly reliable medical supplies. More business. More money. More clout. They want it at any cost. Their biggest rival is on the knees with the risk of even 100,000 people dying from Corona virus. That is what is most important to the Chinese. They hardly care if there have been collateral damages to their own late-found cronies like Italy, who had become the junior sergeant of Chinese belt and road initiative meant to tie a serpent knot on the world economy. Italy unfortunately served as the launch pad of infecting the entire Europe and the rest of the world in its wake, given Europe’s position in the day to day functioning of the world.

The wars in future will come in different colors than we have got used to see in the past. All of us have the fire-spitting metallic birds, the very same ballistic whales that swim in the seas outside our atmosphere and then dive to strike suddenly, the very same fire and hell spewing nuclear bombs, the same guns, mortars and military arsenal. All countries can kill similarly. So who will take the risk of hitting with the same weapon that lies in the opponent’s holster also? The new weapon is inelegant shrewdness and ingenuity to hit the opponent’s interests in almost invisible, indirect and intangible ways. Corona isn’t a self-evident war. Beyond the estimations of what and whys of it, it is primarily an epidemic. The scourge is visible to the human eyes. Only its tell tale effects are visible. Instead of investing in firearm factories, you invest in setting up stages, where the real motives always stay behind the scene of the confusion. You incubate pandemics. You calculate the reactions, visualize the scenes arriving on the stage later after the silent trigger has been launched in the murky haze of human brains, then you act, behave and respond in the ways where the unsuspecting sufferers hardly believe you to be the real mutant brain behind the chaos. And you draw out advantages, indirectly, out of the things changing to a chaos on the stage. Things indeed appear incidental. While in reality it turns out to be a well scripted act.

Not that the rest of the super-power aspirants won’t do the same. They will definitely try the same. It’s only about who can be more deadly. It is not about choosing the best. There is hardly any option for that. It is simply about ‘who is a lesser evil’. And democracy is always going to be a lesser evil. With the next generation warfare, a closed secretive form of government is most qualified to succeed, where there is no specific battleground, no specifically outlined cause, no tangible target to grab. All you know is that you have to weaken the opponent at any cost and draw advantages out of that. You can do anything you want, simply because you are not answerable to anyone in the domestic population.

The motive has been the same historically. But the ingenuity of human brain was only limited to swords, and later modern weapons, where there were cuts and bruises on both sides. So if China sacrifices its own 3000 people, it will take it as its share of casualties in the new version of warfare. If with the stage-managed loss of such lives, they can bring down the entire planet on its knees, wreak havoc with its economy, suspend all other forms of military competence in the rival camps, they will take it gleefully. In the conventional warfare, you cannot even win a local battle in lieu of such number of casualties.

Deadliness is now sneaking into the domain of intangibles. Like this virus is invisible. You don’t get alert like you can do on seeing a snake. To forge out such an invisible enemy, you have to be very ingenuous in approach also. In fact, that is primarily the investment to launch the campaign. It’s about breaking all boundaries of ethics, because even in a bloody conventional war including the nuclear weapons, which are pretty conventional as of now by the way, even with your numerical and technical superiority, you give your enemy a chance to fight and die to uphold their own belief, values and position. Like in villages, the feuding farming families may unleash their fury on each other. They may murder, they may do whatever we have known as routine in terms of violence. But still there are boundaries, almost unbreakable, which even the worst enemies avoid. Their animosity seems to melt away beyond the broadly recognizable contours. All farmers have their crops under the open vault of skies. A major portion of their economic interests lies open to any kind of risk imaginable. That is the domain where mine and yours merge. You want your enemy to be decimated, but you want all farms free of fires because there is something, a voice of conscience that stops you. Your own sense of ego cuts you down in your own eyes if you think anything like that. It belittles you. Those are the open skies, the rivers, the lakes. You avoid that and decide to fight a bit on the tangible stage, where there are chances of you suffering also. But you take that as an offering to the Goddess of your ego. A Chinese type of next-gen warfare has the capability to breach any such false sense of curtailment by one’s ego. They are capable of doing anything in the name of innovation. Heart has no say. The calculating part of the brain has swiping powers, simply because their secretive system of governance allows the maximum chance to groom such a capability. Here the farmer will simply go out and cut his crop, leaving a portion of his own to be seen as burning with the rest, and light the fire. That’s it. You can defend your military installations, your cities, your borders, but limitless breaches are there in the porous and open realm of air, water and forests, the things lying there in the open like farming fields lie there only at the mercy of a sense of conscience, a self-accepted boundary, making them safer than the missiles hidden in deep bunkers.

This Chinese syndrome isn’t an outcrop in abstract. It is the recipe born of the collective fire of modern humanity’s misguided sense of achievement, in grotesque dehumanized values which put human interests before anything else on this little planet co-shared by millions of other species. Just cause and effect man! Like in a weakened immune system, the disease has to start somewhere, here also it happens to get into effect from a system of governance most suitable for the evil-effects of our unsustainable practices to be carried out. So taming China is just a partial solution. In the absence of systematic overhaul of the overall value system, we will have a new version of the Chinese kind new gen warfare and stealth somewhere else. It’s just a symptom. And treating symptoms never fully cures the root cause of a disease.  

As we go into a global lockdown, it’s the time to think and ponder. The things discussed above are mere symptoms of a bigger malady: our collective greed at the level of our species. What is the use of wreaking havoc without limits to greed and create trillions strong economies, if you have to spend trillions again to ward off the consequences, as the roof of the cave over our head, where we have been mining, caves in? Can’t we be happier with less, and that less will be still more than what we will be left with after spending on emergency solutions to save ourselves from plethora of cascading problems.

Rest man rest! Pause. Hell won’t break lose if you pose for some time. You will still have the same little gob of earth circling around the sun; you will have the same days and night, same weather systems. In fact, you will have a better version of everything else, as the sand raised by your hooves settles down while you take a rest for some time. Ask anyone, the skies are clearer than ever in recent decades. Delhi has AQI like any Nordic capital. Can you believe it?! Ozone layer is replenished. Birds appear to chirp more enthusiastically. See, what can your hiatus bring to this little home of ours in just a week! Use the Wuhan syndrome and the resultant Tsunami for forging a better future. Catastrophe has no limitations. It takes millions of years to make, and a few chaotic moments to break. It will take China a bit of time to realize its mistakes. And realize they will some fine day, I am sure. Meanwhile, if rest of the world mends its ways, the Chinese next gen warfare and the value system of their ill-conceived competence will become irreverent. Gandhi’s philosophy of nonviolent noncooperation will accomplish what super-nukes cannot do. Make it all versus one, but in a nonviolent compassionate way. Just don’t cooperate with the Chinese version of hegemony and dominance at any cost.  

  

Life and Living with a Blessed Pause

All pains and suffering lose their meaning in the face of such smiles. Wake up to a beautiful spring morning. The worst of frosty nights are over. The sun shines warmly. The air is fresh. The skies bathed in repainted blue. The trees assertive through new saplings. The birds ecstatic. And with a kissable smile, Mother Nature sends her assurance through a belated spring. The message of love, life, living and compassion. Listen to it. Read it written all over. Her child is sick. She has redecorated the garden with utmost care. So when the child comes out of the sick bed, there will be plenty of fun and frolics. She just just put her child to bed for rest and recuperation. Most importantly, she has given the little picture of alphabets for the child to revise and recollect the basics of existence, the simplest things which the child has forgotten as it made its postdocs thesis too complex. Time to shed the burden. High time to smile more. Acquire the natural cosmetics of health and glow with peace of mind. To hug the trees. Kiss the flowers. Listen to the singing rivulets. To lie on grass and stare at the vast canvas of the sky. To breathe in life and let go of anger, hate and jealousy. To shed animosity. To love animals. To allow Mother Nature to stay undisturbed in pristine forests. To maintain the sanctity of the seas. To distribute dignity to the masses instead of amassing wealth in select pockets. To make this little home earth a paradise instead of seeking heaven in the cosmos. To liberate faith from the clutches of dogma. To replace paranoid competition by balmy cooperation. To rest, repose for creative imagination. To walk joyfully instead of huffing and puffing to another same boring destination. To be joyful and help others be the same. To complete the journey so joyfully and fully that the culmination loses its pain. To reach the destination full of grace, dignity and with a smile. To say goodbye not with a painful sigh, but with smiling tears of feeling blessed!

A date with 'Her' in the wee hours

My eyes open at 3 in the morning today. There is something special, my gut feeling appears to intimate. I go outside. A mammoth wave of pleasant surprise shakes up the last traces of sleep from my body. Is it 28th of March or some frigid January night? Time seems to have drawn back by at least a couple of months. There is dense fog and and chill in the air. It makes you feel as if spring is still out there in the other hemisphere.

At the start of this night on other the other side of the zero hour, a terrible rainstorm lashed once again, like it has been doing all through the winters. It’s very, very unlikely to have such wet conditions during winters and spring in this part of the world. The wheat, mustard, peas and tomatoes have been decimated. Mother Nature appears to be on an all out war against the humans. This particular rainstorm is supposed to further dent the wheat crops, leaving only just sufficient to feed the farmers, forget about selling anything for commercial gain.

Well, to the poet in me the sight of such a wet, cold foggy night, when there is supposed to be warm gusts of air from the western side, appears as a gift from Mother Nature. I take long draughts of fresh cold air and allow my eyes to literally melt in the night stage set up around the fog. Tiny hazy stages set up by the smatterings of electric bulbs here and there leave me dazzled. I come back to the house and lay on my cot and chant Mahamritnjya Mantra for individual and collective salvation against the Corona virus. Even in the desolate cold and foggy wetness, the world of humans seems terribly dented. I keep chanting for almost an hour and involuntarily find myself getting ready for a long walk in the silvery darkness. It’s very exciting as I lace up my shoes.

I decide against carrying umbrella, feeling it would be like trying to play too safe. This is the night to open up; to be alone in the fog-augmented and well-bathed darkness. Cold air hits my face as my shoes create squelching sound in the empty village streets. Even the dogs have taken a clue from the dispirited world of their masters. I don’t hear any growls as I move on. The darkness is dazzled with silvery crown of fog. I see the tell tale signs of the night rainstorm. Trees stand mute, bow headed in reverence to Mother Nature. They still play naughty as big drops of water still soaked in their canopy sprinkle over me and I look upward to see if it has started to rain again.

With open-armed teasing, winking and seductive invitation, the countryside opens her uninhibited charms in the vaporous darkness as I emerge out of the village. It’s a silent world more than ever I remember in the recent years. All the noise has got sucked indoors, leaving the countryside maiden to come out in its naked beauty, her wild tresses open and tossed by the rainstorm. Her lithe body washed by the holy waters. Her curves hidden in the silvery veil of the cloth that hangs loosely around her majestic body. She has a seductive smile on her lips and eggs me on. ‘Come, come o thou solitary journeyman, enjoy my unrestricted charms!’ I almost gallop to grab all of her to my own individual self. We have been branded and customized to be greedy. Even aesthetically we turn greedy. I walk on to lay my hands upon as much as I can receive from her willingly inviting persona.

The little countryside path serpenting across the farmed fields, linking the neighboring hamlets, has its chessboard set up in the dark. I have my mobile with me but decide against using its torch. I don’t want her to be discomforted by the glare of the molester of the darkness. I want her to be totally at ease and completely happy. Only then she will open her secrets to me. I am her lover. I have to get involved as per her terms and conditions. The weather-stomped little sinewy path has its own set of puzzle games to play with me. The places where I presume it to be smooth walkable earth turn out to be puddles of water; the assumed water puddles come out to be smooth solid earth. We deceive only ourselves with our assumptions and presumptions and then blame the path. I start doing the opposite of my assumptions and quite surprisingly I am able to walk decently. My shoes are wet. My trackpants below the shins are completely wet, but this is between me and my lovely night, so no blame game and grudges.

At places the path is under water, so I have to get onto the narrowest of embankment to move ahead. It’s like walking on a tightrope. Muddy water on the one side and rain decimated wheat crop a few feet down the other side. The rope is actually Marijuana rope! The embankment is thickly overgrown with wild Marijuana plants. This season there is an abundance of Marijuana plants in and around the village. With things going wrong for the Homo-sapiens, Mother Nature probably wants to provide a rotund stock of artificial stimulation to get Samadhi and forgetfulness. We need to eat less and forget more. That is why She has destroyed the crops and blossomed Marijuana. A confession here. As I walk on the Marijuana tightrope in the silver-laced darkness, I feel like committing a little scandal by chewing a few Marijuana leaves. But then I decide against it. I don’t want to be an intoxicated lover. I have to be fully alert to enjoy her charms. Moreover, those who have tasted the meditative forgetfulness will find any substance funny like kid’s game. So I allay the funny thought and move on to meet the lovely maiden hidden still deeper into the broader horizons. As I jump onto the path again, my shoes squelch with water and my pants are all wet. I feel cold now, so stop for a moment to take stock of my situation.

I remember a rain-soaked peacock, with Kilos of water in its long plume. The gallant then shakes it off with a vigorous shaking and continues to dance. So like a half-drenched peacock having accomplished a Marijuana rope walk, I jump, hop and shake the moisture. It warms up my body.

Utter peace and silence pervades each and every particle of the fog floating around. A lapwing titters in its usual accusative voice against the intruder. It lays its eggs on the ground and keeps a watch like an unsparing watchman. The moment it sees anyone near around, it raises a screeching ruckus. Her protests shake the sleepy silver-veiled darkness out of its slumberous state.

Plants, trees, bushes and thickets by the path stand frozen in time. On both sides, wheat crop lies decimated. Still Mother Nature will give enough for the stomach, if not more for the purse in addition. And countless are her ways to distribute what it takes from the humans to other species. So trillions and trillions and still more insects, rodents and birds will feast upon the fallen crop. Plunder in one corner comes as a perk in some other corner. It’s never a total loss.

In the distances I hear dogs barking in the thatched mushroom dorms. Business and economies have fallen flat and become redundant as of now. The Corona threat. It feels so safe here in this silver-laced silence. Faint silhouettes of threes on the silvery dark canvas make it feel as if time itself has stopped and suspended from its round the clock service. With each step away from the scared den of the humans, I feel sinking into the surrendered charms of the welcoming hostess. I touch my overgrown hair. Fog has settled down in dew drops on my head. I walk like a proud owner prince of this silence and peace. But then I have some dew mascara on my eyelashes also. What a makeup she has given me. I almost giggle.

In the rain-beaten foggy stillness and silence crickets sing their morning hymns. Their cricketing notes sound like very ample marching notes for the gallant me. I am on the way to shake hands with peace and silence without the risk of catching Corona. There is hardly any chance to come across any human being and I can spread my wings like a majestic eagle in the open skies. I reach a small bridge over an irrigation canal. The waters are holy. The canal carries Yamuna waters. It flows like an unassuming mystical flute. The ripples sound like honey drops fall from the cosmic comb into the waters. It’s so sweet. I can taste the sweetness of this sound. I am supposed to hear the sweetness, but it sweetens my tongue also.

As I walk, I feel the tingling sensation of the bioelectrical energy through my body as if I have been aroused by her soft touch. Beyond the world of bodily ejaculations, it is about the arousal of the entire self to take one to the stage of holistic orgasm, of mixing Yin and Yang within. Call it Chi energy or Prana, it’s the same thing and all of us have it. Just that we try to look out and exist on the surface and become insensitive to feel it. Go within and you will feel its orgasmic sensation! I am not into the business of spirituality. They have made it sound like an exotic art and craft to set up institutions and incubate immense followership. They make it sound like the toughest job where only the choicest few can succeed. Frankly speaking, if we overcome this urge to be a guru who possesses mystical powers, and guide all and sundry about the most evident secret without beating around the bush, each and everyone of us can feel this cosmic gingham. The neurons of my brain dance to the particles of cosmos. It itself creates an orgasmic buzzing and humming, which tries to set up a duet with the crickets around.

I come across at a farm side square. Another path cuts my path perpendicularly. I know the geometrical importance of this symmetry; of humans setting up an energy flow with their guided walk for the routine farming chores. There is an extra coagulation of energy there. It shoves at the apron of my bioelectric energy rushing to meet the hitherto untouched maiden of silence and peace. I respond to its pull. Stand there on the square and my Chi, or Prana responds to the lump of energy around. My hands and body move in symmetry, a kind of Tai Chi movements—I have never learnt, read or watched videos of these movements by the way—to align my meridians with the energy piece put on a platter for the guest by the teasing beauty. I feast upon it. It’s immensely energizing and reinvigorating.

With gentle fluidity, the day is holding the hand of the silvery darkness. The fog is lit up with grey traces of light. Indian rockchat, the expert early morning chatterer, starts chitchatting from the trees around. The deeply resonant coo…ooop cooo…oopp of the Cocucal reminds her that she has to go to the swathes of slumberous folds now. And there she takes hurried steps, with a mischievous smile on her lips, and love in her eyes, and moves further ahead before I can touch her fingers. I can see the hand still open and fingers moving in a smiling, coquettish bye. ‘Some other day!’ she says. The fog is dazzling now with the first signs of the twilight. Across the clouded panorama, I see her escaping to her royal bedchamber to sleep. She is looking back with a smile now and then. I take a turn and start back to the world of Corona scared humans.

Indefeatigable Beauty

The storm screeched through the night,
Poured its fury through sadistic love bite,
Undefeated but smiles the beauty,
Still doing its fragrant duty,
Her holy petals bear
the storm's violating drops without fear,
Holy beads now they are,
Smiles, smiles and no war!