When a jeweler sells vegetables

Lockdown 3.0 starts. The entire country is its playing theatre. The biggest blockbuster! This seems to be the Corona-directed script. Lockdown extended for another two weeks after May 3. There are a few relaxations on the basis of categorizations: red (where there are many cases, have hardly any relaxations); orange (lesser cases, here there are some restrictions on movement of people within the locality); green (few cases and hence people get still bigger space to come out of total lockdown).   

Big news for the booze lovers! The government seems to realize that people need the potion of forgetfulness to lick their wounds and lie down in peace. More importantly, the industry provides Himalayan revenue also. Thirst people get the taste of life after many weeks. Liqueur shops open. People go crazy and throng the venue of paradisiacal pleasure. Police has to lathi-charge to drive sense into their already intoxicated brains. It was literally a stampede outside the wine shops. All norms put aside. In Guntur, Andhra Pradesh, some innovation worked to help social distancing. People were asked to keep an umbrella over their heads while waiting in the queue. So with their inflated heads they had to stand a bit away from each other. Where is the witch-hunting media? Systematically a particular community was maligned, but here it is passed as a routine infringement. Why? Because almost all the wine-hungry law-breakers are Hindus. Is the crime of a Hindu lesser than a Muslim? The media could have avoided creating Islamophobia. They may take it as a sign of their protruding nationalism, but little do they realize they might be sowing the seeds of further division of the country sometime in the future. Help erase the feeling of alienation among the Muslims, not instigate it.   

How to make China pay if the world has creditable proofs of their wrongdoing in the Corona episode? A dictatorial regime can be penalized in far more subtle ways than a normal one. More importantly, the hit-back hardly involves any bloody consequences like in a conventional war. Hit their ideology, their sorest spot. Pamper democratic voices of dissent in China. Help the flame keep burning in Hong Kong. Later or sooner the bug of democracy will bite the mainland with the same intensity as Corona bit America. China doesn’t worry about a missile strike, it is more apprehensive of the democratic bug! Officially recognize Taiwan as a sovereign state. Raise the issue of Tibetan annexation vocally. These are far more effective measures than bombs and missiles. Use their greed for ‘business at any cost’ against them. Provide manufacturing opportunities for companies to shift bases in smaller countries. An aggrieved party in Italy has filed lawsuits against China asking for reparations. It’s a kind of claiming war damages. Encourage more and more countries to demand war damages from China. The fuming, fire-spitting dragon will turn an altruistic dove. Good for them, better for the entire world.    

Just like Corona overrode everything else to take the hot-seat, a sad news prevailed over the routine Corona talk. Irfaan Khan bade adieu to this character in this life on 29^th of April. It happened so sudden that people cannot just believe it. In fact, we were waiting for many movies from the star actor. He appeared to have recovered well from a rare cancer and even acted in his latest movie, English Medium. The social media is awash with condolence messages. The specter of Corona was veritably washed away from the social media by the teary deluge of heartfelt condolences. The next day Rishi Kapoor also bade adieu to the world, making it one of the most testing phase in everybody’s life.

There is no point in mentioning how many countries are facing Corona threat. Just to mention briefly, 185 countries have borne the brunt, leaving only dozen lucky ones to have been out of the vicious loop. These are mostly tiny island nations scattered in the farfetched distances of the pacific. Turkmenistan, but, stands out as a landlocked surprise with all the surrounding countries having big number of infections. If they maintain their Corona-free status, I think they have every right to celebrate it as an outright victory.

Taiwan has proven that it is possible to stay alive with dignity and prosper right down the line fire, if you have the will power to the effect. Terribly bullied by the mainland communist ideologues and sadly not recognized by any of the main countries, the little wonder has set up an example in the fight against the nemesis. There have been 400 something infections and 6 deaths only. They are entitled to be analyzed as a case study in fighting the pandemic. I think bigger countries can reward them by recognizing their diplomatic status as a separate country. Another apt reply can be to deluge the international court of justice with reparation claims. Lawyers in Nigeria are suing China for the terrible loss of human lives and economic damages. There are massive lessons for African states also, many of whom are heavily indebted to China. There are racial attacks on migrant African workers in China. They get pushed and prodded like second-rung species.

To bring a bit of smile on our gloomy faces! Foreign businesses based in China are reaching out to India. According to sources, about 1000 manufacturing companies are in touch with India. India come on, ‘Make in India’ is a practical dream now. India can replace China as the global manufacturing hub post-Corona! Why wage war against a rabid, war-mongering China? Simply hit their manufacturing! As far as India is concerned, it proves that if you stay normal in crisis and value human life more than dollars, in the longer term you gain economically also as the coming times will prove.

Mammoth sized Chinese telecom companies are the backbone of their International revenue. Any spasm there will put many organs in grimace. America may ask the Chinese telecom companies to leave their soil. Already some yawning to the effect has taken place as a circular has been passed over to them asking them to clarify their stand on their exact relationship with the Communist regime. Many feel their security risks, as still many more people view them to be directly under Communist party’s control. With America losing more people than the Vietnam war, they are bound to retaliate in some form or the other. China, on its part, appears to be worried as it tries to downplay its achievement in containing the pandemic and thus stand out as the black sheep, which in turn gives rise to more and more anti-China suspicion theories. So we have the dragon opening a bit. We have more videos of the Chinese managing Corona like any other earthling. Earlier, there was hardly any information emanating from behind the iron curtain. Are they trying to appear like fighting against Corona like any other country? If they do, sorry the plot appears too simple! Meanwhile, an embittered Trump is calibrating to bring a bill against China. China in retaliation calls America a failed state. Objectively speaking, we cannot overlook the American intelligence failure about the pandemic. They were quick to warn of a disaster in India but missed it completely in their own house. Darkness under the lamp itself! Can you believe it? Or was it sheer criminal overconfidence and a sense of invincibility that made them think that pandemics are the affairs of poor massive populated third world countries only. Ironically, this turns out to be a pandemic of the developed nations. A disease of the rich! Lessons to be learnt--there are many, honestly speaking. Trump wants to make China pay, directly indirectly accusing that China fostered the pandemic. China cribs back like a stubborn bully in the class. There is verbal street fight between China and America almost daily.

Beyond the long and winding debate about China, one fact has to be accepted that most of the European countries and America itself plainly sleepwalked into the disaster. Their government’s obsession with economy and people’s still more chronic obsession with individual freedom sabotaged their own safety. The society that cannot ‘sacrifice’ economic stakes and let go of ‘personal freedom’ as contingency measures to ward off greater losses always stands at a risk. The very same applies to the governments in Europe and America. Learn from India. Prioritize human life over bank notes. They lost both. India at least could save thousands of lives, even if every life saved comes at the cost of hundreds of thousands of rupees. In the end, it is always a nice bargain.

The luxury market is lying on the ventilator as a critical patient. Hope it recovers once the basics of life get sorted out. The oil economies are collapsing. Millions of Indian expats, 8.5 million to be precise, in the Middle East may lose jobs. Thousands of oil tankers are stranded at ports world over as there are no buyers. Now, we have to recalculate, how much of running around is reasonable to save us from the burn-out. Either provide a safety valve for the exit, or it will happen accidently.  

There is hardly any intra-human competitive spirit as of now. The IOC has said if there is no vaccine in the coming months, there won’t be any Olympics. No vaccine, no Olympics. It is not advisable to play forever to win only. Learn to live to lose also. Playing to win by all and sundry may in the end result in a scenario where all end up losing. Redefine the parameters of winning and losing.        

We as a species are itching to somehow catch the slippery invisible thing. It being but almost impossible to snare the rascal, it is better to snare the prospective carrier body from a distance. Police have contrived a device to snare the curfew violators without the need to touch them. They use a fork like device with a long handle to catch the culprit from a distance. The only crime as of now appears to be coming out of the house without any reason. The only violation being curfew violation. The world appears better without any more types of violations.

We need to have our moments of triumphs and celebrations. We are habituated to have our heroes and heroines. With our virtual stars turning cooks, washer-men and women, sweepers and barbers, we have to do with less flamboyant, but real nonetheless, stars. They are the Corona survivors. The recovered patients are showered with rose petals as they leave hospitals with the glory of beating Corona looming on their faces. Getting infected carries almost a social stigma, but recovering creates hopes for life and living against the deadly virus.

Policemen are holding drama shows in the open to scare the grown up obstinate children who can hardly beat their urge to run out of the house at the slightest pretext. In fact they even play a full Corona Ramayana with Corona as the evil pitted against righteousness. I wonder, many policemen may join theatre and acting post-pandemic.

Now at least Boris Johnson appears to acknowledge how close he got into the clutches of death. He admits he was scared and the administration had set up emergency measures in case the biggest wicket to Corona falls. Earlier, it was damn funny on his part as the head of the state, when he boasted at a press conference that he has been shaking hands with patients at hospitals. Criminal negligence I would call it, especially from the head of a state! What type of example do you want to set? No wonder leaders like these sleep-walked their unsuspecting citizens into the trap. The British government appeared so sure of their invincibility against the funny thing named Corona that they hadn’t chalked out any planning. In fact, they had exported PPEs to China. So when their turn came, doctors had to fight almost without the basic medical safety equipment. Many doctors have perished due to this callousness. They definitely will pay the political costs once the people are in a position to calibrate over things.

While Iranian government appears more serious about developing ballistic missiles against the visible enemy America, common people decide to wage their own wars against the virus. Some even pay a huge price in terms of faith, for they break the Islamic injunction against drinking alcohol. There has been a king of fool’s expert advice that alcohol kills Corona even within the system. Some experts said it kills with external use as a disinfectant. People derive natural corporally that if it kills outside, it will do the same inside also. So there they go guzzling spurious liqueur. Around 800 people have died in Iran because of drinking spurious alcohol. Lost the battle of life, in addition to slipping from their strong hold on the rope of rigid faith also! To a Muslim, dying because of drinking alcohol must be a big stigma.

Rail tracks and roads taste the touch of passenger on their sinuous bodies after many weeks. Special trains and buses have been permitted to take stranded students and migrant workers to their native places. I don’t think many of them will dare to return for many months. 

The equation of animosity has been turned upside down. Corona strikes humans as one spices and as one nationality, if at all, earthling. So militaries must be yawning with boredom over the globe. Military has turned almost mute, side-watching civilians in the current war. The real soldiers being policemen, medical staff, doctors and cleaners. So quite fitting for the moment, the Indian army decides to be a civil celebrator to honor the brave fighters in the Corona war. Now they will at least know how it feels to be applauding civilians showering petals on the soldiers. Helicopters are not showering bullets; they are showering flowers over hospitals, the war fronts in the current war. Military bands play to honor those who have fallen while bravely fighting. Light and sound shows along the coasts celebrate the spirit of indomitable hope against all odds.

With my amateur assessment, I can see more into the air-spread theory than they accept. How will you explain 1.4 million infections within such a short period of time in America? Touch-born contagiousness is expected to show a bit of linear growth graph, not such ballistic missile type exponential surge to hit the cosmos.

In our village, a minor skirmish with the enemy took place. A man serves as a security guard at Azadpur Subzi Mandi in Delhi, where there have been many cases. Haryana government has totally sealed its borders with Delhi in order to stop the virus-spread in its territory from the national capital. The Delhi that pulled millions with its dreams now repels. Internal borders within countries are more important than the national borders for the time being. Doesn’t it prove that all these so called borders are our mind constructs on the basis of fear? Well, the security keeper from the village panicked after staying away from his family for weeks and then decided to walk across the countryside to reach home in two days. People in every locality are the scouts in the war against Corona. He can hardly take a glass of water before the ambulance, the armored vehicle of the war, arrives to handle the latest encroachment by the mischievous virus through the scared body of a human. Someone dutifully telephoned the police and thus fulfilled his quota of nation building by helping our village stay safe. Well done. The enemy is cordoned off. Interrogated sternly and taken into quarantine. The entire family is locked within the house for at least 14 days. Sonipat has entered the ignominy of being in the red zone. Thousands of people work in Delhi. Corona spread from Delhi was almost unavoidable. Till now 80 cases have been reported from the city. Local administrators have been given the authority to operate like autocrats for the time being. They in turn have handed over the message to local elected members of the governing committees. Let there be a single case of unreported arrival in your area and you are suspended. District police and civil administrators hold their fiefdom with Hitler like alacrity. ‘Don’t dare to encroach onto my territory, even if you happen to be a police personnel yourself!’ they admonish.

How can one expect things to be free from politics in India? Corona politics will raise hood later or sooner. A bus from Nanded in Maharashtra carrying stranded Sikh passengers arrived with a busload of scared pilgrims. A political storm is brewing. A few positive cases among the pilgrims and all bonhomie scatters like broken glass. Punjab government is accusing the Maharastra government for not testing the pilgrims before putting them overboard. The Maharastra government hits back why the passengers weren’t quarantined upon arrival.            

Slovenly dressed, frayed hair, rumpled casuals, and all waddled inside, who the hell is even bothered about jewellery in such times. A jeweler in Rajasthan can be counted as the person with the most profound realization of the time. He has stashed away his jewelry and put fruits and vegetables in the racks. One lesson: why need jewelry which we cannot even eat. At least fruits can be eaten!

And last but not the least, adding to the long list of celeb cooks, sweepers and washermen, one famous hairdresser adds to the list. None other then the Nawab himself. Saif Ali Khan is going to give a haircut to his son Taimur.      

   

Why do we want to connect?

Facebook and other social media platforms thrive on our urge to share and tell our thoughts, feelings, our mundane little stories which went unheard earlier. Earlier, it was the domain of the chosen few to get a platform to be seen, to be heard, to tell the triumphs and travails put forward by life. Now there is a pleasant cacophony of myriads of voices doing the rounds. These might appear almost inconsequential given their little appeal and reach among a small group. However, cumulatively they gang up, like little tributaries of a river to make a mammoth river. Remember, a rope is just a quantitative extension of a single sinew. A sea merely a numerical extension of a drop. These tiny stories, in the same way, decide the flow of major world events, including forming governments in biggest countries, making us feel somehow empowered in a subtle way.

No wonder we have this craving to get in touch with the larger world. Life has been crammed in tight schedules, leaving us hardly any room to be a part of the larger group at the personal level through intimate, warm interactions and relationships. So the vacuum gets filled by virtual socializing. Corona lockdown turn social media more relevant by the way! It is literally the lifeline for the caged humanity.

We somehow try to get some connection through virtual platforms to share, hear, laugh, cry, get angry and feel ecstatic. Main thing is that we have so much to share because the modern society is so complex. The items to share pop out from the Pandora box of the sophisticated modern life. The world outside is rapidly turning into a mechanical one, we but are still the very same flesh and blood humans having the age old urge to connect and socialize. It will take many generations for this urge to accept the reality of the changed world where things will turn as impersonal like the relationships among a group of cars in a showroom. Till then we will have replacements like we have now virtual socializing instead of the real one as in old days. In coming times, even the current level of virtual socializing will be too personal for the artificial world outside. We will then have a still diluter version of connection.

A Facebook friend raised this very pertinent issue regarding our urge to nurture virtual relationships through social media. She is a very intelligent spiritualist who has learnt to manifest her spirituality through social work also. An icing on the cake, I tell you. If you can work upon what you speak, you maximize your potential to realize and learn your lessons in this lifetime. She is drawn to the root cause of our helplessness in connecting and sharing, and that through impersonal social media platforms: “Well, there is something fundamental to discover, which seems a reoccurring reflection point in me and I deeply want to catch its very root: Why do we as humans share, write, post and need that connection in general?”

In my opinion, the need for that connection is one of the fundamental needs. Like the physical body needs food. The higher bodies, the higher levels of our self attached to this consciousness, have more subtle needs. The emotions, feelings and thoughts are the linkages through the energy body connecting to the spirit body. Ironically, they connect but hide the real from the illusionary both at the same time.

For a flight of freedom, the kite needs a connection, the cord. If the cord gets snapped, it dives to its last swirls and crashes on to the ground. Now the attaching cord and the freedom-seeking kite appear to be pulling against each other. A kite’s freedom is in flying. But can it fly without its cord, against which it is fighting to liberate itself to fly. It exists in a teasing duality set up by the bondage. Same is the need for connection for our soul. Like a necessary evil, just like friction. All this illusion and drama will stop without the apparently contradictory pulls and tensions of attractions, connections, talks, emotions, feelings, thoughts and the need to share them. As long as the kite retains the urge to claim freedom, which is nothing but attachment to the cord, it has to rely on the tool of bondage also. Of course, if it accepts the permanent settling down, the undying settling down on the ground—which unfortunately appears scary as death—it has to fuel its flight of freedom through the fuel of attachment, the bondage, the connection. If it decides to forget about the so called ‘liberation’, it doesn’t need the connecting cord to propel it. Then even death loses its meaning in the absence of the urge to fly. Both are merely states: one of ‘becoming’ the other of just ‘being’.

We also need this connection in its various forms ranging from the most intimate ones to casual to hardcore professional ones. We need this food for our emotions and feelings, only till we are on the path. Till we reach the destination. It's the fuel that propels our journey. I feel that that is what we mean by being human. We can connect in far subtler dimensions beyond the physical limitations like in case of other animals. Our vast network of emotions and feelings provide a huge network to formulate a huge stage of connections.

This quest for connecting with higher dimensions begins with our connection on the small plane of human connection. We are all aware of the possibility of some higher connection. All of us have this gut feeling about a higher possibility. A journey begins with a single step. This is our first step, a bit higher than strictly physical connection like other species. A natural course set out for the evolution of consciousness, by learning to connect on the smaller planes to reach higher and higher orbits of connection. To become part of everything by shedding all connection, to get grounded permanently. When we lose our fancy for flight, which we wrongly term as freedom, the connection turns irrelevant. Even if it exists, it exists naturally, like a tree exists. A state of just ‘being’ instead of ‘becoming’.

Why doesn't water rest on a slope? It doesn’t because it is aiming for the ultimate connection with the sea, the final merging. All along the journey, it connects with so many elements, furiously cuts and corrodes, surrenders to blocks, wins over obstacles and finally learns spontaneity. Similarly, consciousness in its journey of connection with super-consciousness has to move along the path and experience its journey. These fleeting connections along the way give support and solace to help continue the journey. I take it mere facilities of food, shelter, friendliness and safety as one moved along a caravan path in old times. These don't turn irrelevant just because one is aiming to reach the final destination someday. The destination isn't a single point. It's a linear process, right there from the beginning to the end. The entire journey is the destination. The entire string of connections is the destination itself. We get skeptical because we always divide things, like we separate destination from the path, while in reality destination is simply a process, an elongated journey.

So guys enjoy this journey to the ultimate connection through the path of these little-little sweet-sour relationships, tidbits of sharing and caring coming along the way. These are little guesthouses along the way where one spends the night, rests, recuperates and moves on. I would even avoid using the word destination. I would simply say, my path. And my path is defined by the things falling along it. It cannot exist in isolation.

I would suggest a little technique in this regard. Maun. Silence. Try to be off the radar for a week, if possible. No words, no virtual connection, nothing. Just you. Coming home. In that silence you will accept the innocent worldliness of this path, because that is what defines it. The path itself would appear destination. And all connections with externalities would appear like simple catalyst to help you connect with yourself. In Maun, in complete disconnection, may be the relevance of connection will show its true face. Happy be your path! 

Corona-seized psyches

Corona has hit the pause button. There are lessons for a simple life and sustainable choices. As we are forced to shed off unnecessary load and survive decently at the sustainable level, we should realize that simplicity, when taken to the limits of perfection, turns the best version of truth. Let us disburden ourselves of the unnecessary gaiety and shine as our normal avatars. The best look I tell you.

The spell of Corona appears almost unrelenting over the media. It’s unimaginable to talk of something else at the moment. The little rocket-man of North Korea sends a tiny missile, a rebuking news-bite. There are reports that he is either no more, in coma or critically ill. A rival to Corona in daredevilry, he hasn’t been seen in public since April 11. People still have time to guess about his status. It shows he definitely has made a mark on the mass psyche outside his iron-curtained fences. If he is no more, he might be replaced by his equally ruthless younger sister. It leaves the story open for many interesting twists.

Against the background of booming big news, little trills of positivity bloom like unseen wild flowers by a solitary forest path. In the Ganges, the national aquatic animal of India, the Gangetic dolphin, has been sighted. A rare sight because the pollution has almost wiped it out. Finally, the credit for cleaning Ganga Ma goes to her smallest in size but the biggest sinning son, Corona! The blue waters of Ganga Maiya do full justice to Her godly status. Corona’s sins get absolved as a clean Ganga Ma flows with reinvigorated spirit to heal humanity. Guys, abandon all your worries now! The majestic stream of Alchemy is smiling now. A forgiving smile! All the pains will be gone. All will come out cleaner. Better days ahead, don’t worry! In Cape Town, penguins are seen cutely modeling in the streets. It’s the time for the birds to turn explorers. In a creek near Mumbai, 150,000 flamingoes make a mammoth statement through their baby pink among a sea of white. Deer roam freely in the empty streets in London suburbs. Kangaroos hop to do reporting for the animal world in the empty streets of Adelaide. Far away in the semi-arid desolation of north India, there is life back in a little puddle. The tiny pool of water stands as the last teardrops of a dying wetland. Till a decade back, the little mossy puddle was a sprawling wetland covering 100 acres. Thousands of migratory birds thronged it. Then the farmers pushed to the corners began eating into it as the pressure on them increased. Now all that remains is a puddle. Forlorn. Wait, all is not as gloomy as we may think! Now a little group of ducks and three storks lands into it. An auspicious sign!!

We fall sick and nature gets cured. Dangerously disproportionate equation! We have turned inversely proportional to everything around. Are we so out of sync with everything around? Let’s get paired a bit to turn directly proportional. Let’s learn to coexist! Let’s learn to be simple in our choices and pursuits. It’s not a stigma to be simple. Just because you choose not to be a rampaging bull it doesn’t mean you are weak. When simplicity reaches perfection, it becomes the best version of truth. Some tea toast for the soul, in case there is still some appetite left after the fun and feasting at the level of body. Cultivate simplicity!

Three piglets, the chum-bums of the so called smaller world around our victorious feet, are busy foraging freely in the dusty alkaline grass and prickly thickets. They have a message for the back-footed humanity:

Chums rubbing bums!

To the hell with social distancing!

That's your problem, not ours!

You guys didn't care,

Our freedom we also don't share,

We enjoy our littered eat,

You stare at yours in loo's seat,

You aren't as neat

as you may think,

Our nose is still pink

despite all the shitty job,

Stenchiest poo is loaded in your knob,

Despite the proof of your evolved brain,

All appears to go down the drain!

Dozens of kilometers away, the mall is silent in the desolate city under Corona seize. The escalator works to hear its own echo instead of the jostling crowd. A sparrow is enjoying the ride as it moves up perched on the side support. It flies back to start the ride again from the foot of the staircase. Now she also gets her share of the escalator ride! Its joy born of the ride is palatable. As we lock up, nature opens! Please don't miss the fact that all and sundry except we humans appear so-so happy after many decades! In pure natural terms, we are currently like parents who sacrifice their comfort to bring a smile on the faces of their children. Don't sulk over the lockdown. Feel proud like a parent who has invested her own happiness and joy to make her daughter happier and healthier! We should feel like proud mama and papa to the rest of the species!

Well, the boss has survived and joined his wartime duties. Boris Johnson has luckily recovered from Corona infection. Corona must be disappointed over not being able to claim a big wicket. But we are happy for our species. With energy graph on the upcurve, the UK parliament holds a virtual session through video conferencing. Are we heading in a direction when everything will turn virtual? On the other continent, a funny scene gets played. The Brazilian President, coughing like another Corona victim, gets onto the protesting stage, no mask, no social distancing. They are feeling more scared of the lockdown than Corona. Hope, Boris Johnson, having tasted the bug, and realized the importance of precautions, must write a letter to the Brazilian gallant and give him some sanity talk. These leaders can get in personal touch with PM Modi, who has been chosen as the number one commander in the fight against Corona. He definitely can pass over a few workable tips to them. The recovery rate in India is around 23.5, highest in the world. Spread has been tamed to a linear trajectory instead of an exponential one, thus proving the Indian PM’s credentials. These stats acquire more significance on account of the fact that India surpasses the populations of all the major sufferers summed up together. More importantly, the majority of the population is prone to hooliganism with deep-rooted fissures in the society, making it the toughest job to keep them under the leash. Immanuel Macron must be thinking of keeping social distancing even from water. Corona has been found in the Seine river flowing throwing the French capital. Some zoo animals have been tested positive and a few cats have also tasted it. Either Corona is trying its level best to hide in non-human bodies, sensing the urgency of human war against it, or it is creating a hysteric atmosphere by setting up pickets everywhere.

We have got habituated to show distrust. It’s a mundane effect of our not so ordinary pursuits. It breeds unsparing competition. We are more prone to be scared by instincts than even our cave-dwelling ancestors. When people get quarantined, they pour out their reaction according to their fears. Some have suffered communal anxiety attacks and view steps to the quarantine centers as if they are being dragged to gas chambers. There have been attacks on health officials. The government has now made the attack on health workers a criminal non-bailable offence with imprisonment up to 7 years. On a positive note, Maulana Sad of the Tabligi Jamaat ill-fame has turned a lamb and is issuing audios, appealing his followers to cooperate with governmental measures against the pandemic. All wars of passions, including religious ones, have economic interests at their core. When the enforcement directorate started to smell out his massive properties spread over farmhouses and buildings, the Maulana got scared and now turns an approver of administrative measures to contain Corona. Isn’t economy the sole driving force behind all pushing and pulling happening over the globe?

Pakistani Maulanas are throwing trickier googlies than Corona itself. Here comes a still unnamed delivery that can stump off any sane mind. A high-ranking revered Maulana says that Corona has struck Pakistan because the women and girls in the Islamic republic are falling into immoral and immodest ways. The ever obedient to clergy Pakistani PM, a product of ultra-modern Western flamboyance and free fun himself, listens like a student and adds a geostrategic catalyst to the Maulana’s chemical analysis of the Corona. Imran Khan says all this immoral effect on the Islamic society in Pakistan is born of the Indian film industry, Bollywood. Well, what to say?! Someone comes out of a coal mine and laughs at the Taj Mahal for little bits of pollution effects on its gleaming white body.  

Everything is in a flux and will remain so till there is a vaccine and Corona gets tamed. The HCQ, the anti-malarial drug, hailed by many as the wonder drug/weapon against the stealthy enemy, is now put under suspicion. It adversely affects the patient’s heart, they say. In any case, India is benevolently producing a huge stock to help humanity and is in fact sending it to at least 50 countries. Pakistan won’t have our wonder drug! People won’t forgive the government if it takes the humanistic credo too far. The battle is too volatile by the way. The heroes fall easily and may turn villain.

Iran has suffered terribly at the hands of Corona. They hardly have the health infrastructure to cope up with such medical emergencies. They but love military posturing and imagined threats in future are more realistic than the threat on the door-step, simply because it pampers the egos of those in power, which in turn creates the reason for misuse of power by depriving the populace of the basic amenities of life. The health of common Iranian is too common of a subject. There are bigger battles against bigger enemies. So they have launched a military satellite. The entire humanity would have been indebted to them if Iranian scientists had made some vaccine against Corona. If you do that, you won’t need military satellite to watch over your interests, the love and sympathy of millions outside Iran would be sufficient to ward off most of the dangers.  

A lot much flimsy etiquette, both from the nearest ones to the casual acquaintances around, under testing conditions, simply vanish like last drops of water vanish under the fiery June sun in north Indian summers. Relations fall apart. Is the instinct of individual self preservation so overpowering to even peel off the outer layers of our identity, even our family or relations? Corona has acquired the cult status of a demon in Hindu mythology. Masses in India behave at the extreme ends, no mid-way sensible, considerate action. Either they won’t listen to anyone; no voice of sanity reaching their ear-wax stuffed ears. They would just throng around to break all prohibitory orders. They do it as long as they aren’t scared in the absence of sufficient realization and knowledge of the issue. But God forbid if the panic strikes. Then all reason gets trampled under the stampede. Rumors do the rounds. People rush and do any kind of skullduggery to get out of the Corona juggernaut. From adamant rams to panicked bleating sheep, the journey is too swift to plan anything, In MP, a panic stricken family says no to cremate their diseased family member. Death has been overtaken by something more maligned, Corona. The Tehsildar takes the responsibility to fulfill the last rites. The burly middle aged official has taken the boundary of his duties into a zone of humanistic sensitivities, which was thoroughly missing in pre-Corona administration. It was almost dehumanized and functioned matter of factly. This definitely is a welcome change.

In Ambala, Haryana, villagers, including women, are fighting stone throwing foul-mouthed pitched battles with the police. The district administration has chosen this particular cremation yard as the crematorium site for the Corona victims. The diseased is an 86 year old womanwho doesn’t belong to the village. The municipal workers are clothed in PPEs and appear like they are visiting a nuclear blast site. The rampaging villagers are scared for their dead also. I hope they don’t fear that the virus being burnt on the pyre along with the body gets into the spirit world to haunt their ancestors. Well, looking at the bloodied battle it appears so.  

Communist China has created a crisis for the democracies across the world as nations are forced to lockdown. What we are facing now as emergency measures are simply the routine norms in Communist China. China spreads the disease and now sells medical supplies. In the crashed economic scenario, it’s wagging its tail to take over as many companies as possible. It’s pumping money into the WHO to usurp world leadership. No wonder WHO has literally changed into CHO. The WHO/CHO has taken a jibe at India also. In their recent online publication, they show Ladhak as part of China. Do you need more proofs to show who owns WHO? People say and believe it with full conviction that China-Russia-Pakistan are ganging up to forge a new axis of evil. The WW 3 axis of negative power is spreading fake news, the disinformation campaign through fake accounts, the infodemic, a new bomb. Fake cures, false claims create panic, uncertainty and anxiety. One such offering is the cure in the form of drinking bleach. It can kill the virus, the volley from infodemic claims. But Trump seems to have trumped all and sundry with his miraculous cure. He expertly muses, ‘We can inject disinfectants into the body to kill the virus!’ The virus must have been taken aback by the war strategy, but more aback were the disinfectant makers. They rushed to put up a public declaration against it, saying their products are hazardous if consumed internally. But loyalists will be loyalists, by that time already a few dozen people had carried out the experiment. Trump also puts sun into a quandary by suggesting that sunlight can be somehow put inside to take the virus unawares.

Pakistan the crony! China wants to show to the world that they are like any other sufferer against the virus. They are now carefully structuring and manufacturing pockets of virus spread in select areas to be seen as fellow sufferers of the pandemic, in order to avoid being seen completely safe and out of it. They may have the vaccine also, but they have to show a typical research methodology to convince the world that all this was done under the necessities created in circumstances post-epidemic and there is nothing like preplanning involved in all this. Pakistan has offered its citizens to be used as guinea pigs for clinical trials for any prospective drug. Possibly they do this favor to waive off some of the unpayable loans that are loaded on its poor head by China. High time the world thinks in terms of democracy in China. As HH Dalai Lama says, “A democratic China is not only in the interest of the world but Chinese people as well.” If democracy can kill one, a communist autocracy can easily wipe out hundred at least in the same circumstances. So choose democracy.

South Africa deploys 70,000 troops to enforce lockdown. They realize what havoc it can wreak in Africa. We can merely pray that Corona doesn’t spread in Africa, otherwise the losses occurred in other continents will appear like celebratory firework in comparison to a massive cannon ball strike.

The people run away as the reconnoitering drones approach to watch over the curfew infringement, PM Modi emerges as the top commander in the war. By clamping down with iron grip on the entire areas where the super-spreaders have been found, India has been successful in keeping the graph linear instead of exponential growth.

Corona has far more consequences in a complex society like India. In a village, a milkman who supplied to many clients is found infected along with his family. They have been quarantined. The buffalos have nowhere to go. Nobody would touch them. In normal times people would hold a buffalo dearer than a lump of gold, but not now. They are from a Corona-carrier family. While boarding the ambulance, the distraught milkman untethered the cattle and set them free.

In a tiny colony of small time wage earners, laborers and masons, some harvest reapers arrive from Karnal. One of the newcomers is found infected. The entire locality has to be cordoned off. Now a policeman accompanies them even when they go out to harvest wheat. It’s so intimidating they say. However, on a positive note, drunkards no longer do their shouting, blabbering rounds in the streets. They look sober. More importantly, Modi emphasizes self-sufficient village economies, Gandhi’s gram swaraj. Timeless are the principles of such great people.

As people rhyme Corona and China in the same vein, leaving a fretting China admonishing Australia for recommending international probe into the genesis of the virus, Arnab Mukherjee has got a diversion. He is shouting Sonia, Sonia. On the way to this office, his car appears to have been vandalized by some miscreants. He squarely blames Sonia for this attempt on his life. Now Arnab being Arnab, you can be sure of his reaction. His lung power is immaculate. This is no virtual studio war, this is something real, so you can count upon his great show. Beyond Arnab’s storms in the tea-cups, quarantined laborers are whitewashing the school serving as their shelter facility. Hard-pressed by the war of survival during normal times, they hardly get time to think beyond themselves. Now with enforced leisure time they come out of the narrow confines of self preservation and contribute to a greater cause. Evolution of their self, I would call it.

In a world of no sports, no movies, no junk food, where all are just on the basics of life, the sediment load always in a flux now settles down to help us see things with a bit more clarity. We get an opportunity to see how many things that we load ourselves with are in fact redundant; we can very easily survive without them. That extraordinary is simply a mundane fruit of self-love. Self-love in turn is just a little prayer to the soul inside. And soul is merely a spark of the all encompassing love showering its meteorite showers across the cosmos.  

   

    

Where the mind is without fear!

Osho tells a beautiful story about fear. A Yogi following the path of fearlessness set up his hut high in the mountains. In deep forests and complete isolation he did his tapasya. His fame started trickling down the hills like rainwater did through the ravines. People accepted him as a siddha because he was no longer afraid of wild animals and inclement weather elements. A young man wanting to follow the same path reached him for diksha. They were talking and a big lion roared nearby. The young man began shivering with fear. The Yogi laughed and said you have too much fear in you, making you almost ineligible for the path. The young man accepted his fear openly. After some time, the master got up and went inside the cave to do something. The young man wrote a few holy hymns on the rock the holy man was sitting on. On returning, as he was about to step onto the rock, the Yogi’s foot shook with horror. He was within a fraction of a second to commit blasphemy by stepping on a holy hymn. He was terrified. Now the young man roared with laughter. You are as fearful as me, just that your objects of fear are virtual, mine are at least real.

Most of us believe that fearlessness is in direct proportion to one’s spiritual evolution. We believe that the obsession with self preservation plummets down in proportion to the rise in awareness. Little do we realize that for one gram of real physical fears shed from our being, we nurture and add kilograms of virtual fears, the fears of religion, of blind conventions, institutionalized faith, of our image that we have built and the consequent fear to maintain it. Physical threat born fears are ingrained in our biology; psychological fears are what we have built up in the citadels of our minds.

We are scared of snakes. Our forefathers must have been bitten fatally in the forests. We have this collective paranoid fear of snakes, so much so that we even forget that 90% of them are non-venomous to humans. But then to us the word snake strikes as a collective noun, a symbol of all our real and assumed fears. It doesn’t matter if it is a Kobra or a little harmless worm that can hardly do any damage to the human system. Yes caution regarding snakes is one thing, but paranoid fear of them is totally another. Not many of us have been exposed to a life threatening situation against a snake, still the sight of a snake, from the cutest to the most lethal, triggers the same chemicals of plain, unadulterated fear into our system. Simply because up and down the ladder of our evolution we have added to the virtual fears regarding them.

A common wolf snake is a little snake that feeds on skinks and other little prays found near homes, so the poor little thing sneaks into houses as well during its reptilian feasting. Its reptilian status makes it lethal not its feeble venom. It has vibrant soft pink color and artistic white patterns, making it look like a scarily mischievous foot-soldier in the slithery army. People take these bands as a mark of fatal venom. ‘The smaller and shinier, the more venomous it is!’ they exclaim with raw fear. Like I also did last year as I rushed to my mother’s fearful call as she stared at the little thing in her room. We humans have set up our own norms of what is sinful and what is not. Among them is the principle that one is entitled to kill a snake if it enters our house. I won’t be too judgmental about it. All I can say is that we can look for alternatives before condemning it to death. There are always options provided we use our basic human faculty, i.e., reflect a bit before instinctively reacting.

I had hardly any knowledge of the little common wolf, so scared to the guts, believing it to be a life threatening creature, the symbol of my virtual fears born of my ignorance about its reality, I killed it. I had little clue to any other option. The act was my cowardly reaction  pushed by my virtual fears and ignorance of the reality about the little reptile. The house is in a village and you don’t have any snake catchers even in the nearest town. Pained by my reactive deed, and still more by my inability to respond in any other way, I searched for information about this type of snake. The dispelling of my ignorance caused me repentance. I stood guilty in my own eyes. My virtual fears bred by my ignorance and nourished by collective fearful hysteria about a reptile created a life threatening situation where there wasn’t any. Aren’t most of our fears, anxieties and insecurities the phantoms doing rounds in the darkness of ignorance?

My realization came to be tested this morning. ‘Saanp saanp!’ my sister is hysteric with fear. She has broom in her hand, but a broom can scare a husband, not a snake. Indian women feel empowered with a broom in their hands, as if it is a sword, against their husbands. But the weapon fails them against mice and little snakes.

Let knowledge be your tool, at least to the wise ones. I see the beautiful common wolf snake slithering on the verandah floor, creeping to test my realization. Yes, it looks scary. It’s agile. It has a tiny hood. Its patterns are something that gives jitters with a scary sensation. It cannot kill humans with its venom. It is just enough for skinks. But it can scare humans like any other snake. We are always on a tinderbox to give a blast to our fears. On top of that it glides sideways like a rattle snake. My knowledge about it stops me from repeating my cowardly act last time. I have the knowledge that it cannot kill me. Still my biological system has triggered the panic hormones through the system. It cannot overcome decades of systematic breeding of virtual fears. The body reacts one way, but my mind is alert. I decide to take the best option. I pick up the little one feet fire-tong and decide to give it a chance at life. My hands are shaking, a raw primordial fear of the reptile. My mind but surefooted with the knowledge that its venom won’t kill me, but all along this even my mind has a strain of doubt about my knowledge about the fact about the common wolf snakes. Of that later!

The rawness of nature! When two scared to the guts creatures decide to come on the negotiating table you can expect goof ups. I fumble. I am scared. It is even more scared. I have at least chance at life. It thinks that it is under mortal threat. Its tiny hood is doing all it takes to ward off the threat. It slithers like a rattle snake. So fast and agile! The heaves at life! God knows why there is so much of attachment to the body across all the species! On top of that my instrument is really short and I cannot afford to catch it from anywhere down its body leaving its little hood with spared length to bite my hand. Even a fake bite by a harmless snake is lethal, because our fears are real. I have to catch it a bit below its hood to give a best option to both the parties. My writer’s hands shake and let it slip many times. Whenever it falls, I jump like a trail of firecrackers has been tucked at my tailbone. My sister is warning all this while that it will sneak inside. Her solution is the stick waiting in the corner. Finally, my knowledge and awareness overcomes my pure biological reaction and the phantoms of virtual fears. It’s caught decently and I take it outside to let it glide into the marijuana plants that have strangely thronged at every nook corner this year. ‘I will use the stick if it comes in again!’ I have to appease my sister also.

Now coming to my nagging suspicion all this while in my mind even with the facts about the common wolf snakes. A few years back, a young man took fancy to catch snakes. He would do it expertly and hold them by tails as they fled for life. One day he was fully drunk and decided to make a little entertaining show of it. It was a common wolf snake I am more or less sure. Well, he caught it and in high spirits decided to go around the village showcasing his catch. Almost sloshed in country liqueur, he tried to put it inside a little bottle, succeeded also, but not before the little thing did what it is supposed to do under these circumstances. The gallant young man ignored the bite of this little worm type snake and died next day. Well, scientifically the venom of a little common wolf snake might not kill a human being in normal circumstances. But then biological accidents are always beyond the understanding of medical science also. Possibly this country-made alcohol and the apparently little bite by a little snake concocted something lethal to kill him. Now this fact was nagging me all the while. Knowledge liberates, it enslaves also. It opens, it shuts the door also. Main thing is how much we balance. The door cannot be either completely open or totally shut off. I would term his deed a foolish one, not an act of fearlessness. Fear within the limits of practical caution is a convenience, beyond that it turns into either foolishness or crippling bondage of paranoid virtual slavery to apprehensions, insecurity and assumptions.

Some reflections

The PM talked from heart on his radio show Man ki Baat on Akshay Tritya. People really look forward to listening to him. He has proven his administrative capacities like a kind, considerate and wise patriarch of the family. In normal times, people bought gold on this occasion. Most of the festivals are symbolic of a larger reality that unfortunately lies hidden. Thus all we have is bland repetition. Buying of gold isn’t possible, but one can buy gold of the soul through selfless contribution to the PM Covid fund to help the poor. India usually is a massive thoroughfare of millions of small time hawkers and vendors operating through hand pulled carts, little temporary shelters, on pavements and many more tiniest means. They are gone. They dig a well daily to earn a living. They are the ones who are suffering for want of goods. The rest are suffering in mind basically because they have the food, shelter and clothing without any problem. High time that we start celebrating festivals in spirit now instead of just in letter through rot repetition of rituals. I expect the Indian society to become a kind and considerate one after the shadows of Covid 19 get dispelled from the stage of life and we emerge again to start playing our suspended innings awain. I hope all of us will be better players.    

A lime butterfly is braving hot dusty gusts of wind. A swirling, flirtatious little flying flower, challenging hot summers through its subtle feminine power of colors and fragrance. It seems like the long dead spring’s echo, a sentinel of colors, a dancing ounce of celestial beauty. There are flowers still, in all this baking it. All of them hold fort from the side of the spring. Dandelion garden weeds creep and smile from tiniest opportunities—mother earth’s blooming heart looking for any tiny nook corner to bloom—and hold forth the little sentry posts of wilderness even in man-managed gardens. A little story blossoms in a day. The tiny yellow flowers bloom in the morning and by the time sun reaches overhead, they are grey-headed old men with fluffy silvery parachute like seed-heads ready to go swirling in air for the propagation of free spirits and relaxing wilderness. A red-vented bulbul is taking luscious bites at duranta berries. They are poisonous for we humans, but may be they are good for them, otherwise they won’t touch them. They don’t eat out of gluttony or just curiosity. They simply eat what is eatable. A honeybee is busy on the buffet table of a creamy white guava blossom, the tiny little winged angel playing its part in a bigger process: nectar for herself, fruit for us and seeds for the tree. In the jasmine leaves, a cute oriental white eye is prying a swab of spider webs to use it as the building material for her little nest cup. All seems normal and routinely safe. We but have bigger problems, the creations of our mind-work. Our creation has gone too complex. Either we stop expecting the age old joy and live as a mechanical adaptation to what we have created, or we shift the fundaments of our life in sync with larger forces of nature.

Despite all the mayhem, to the tune of a third world war, mother nature appears to give a subtle message: Lockdown isn’t a total loss altogether; one can open another frontier of spirit where Corona cannot reach. One can go within to be a better version. All adversities have the hidden fruits of opportunities among the visible thorns and thickets. We have to salvage ours, but not by going out, rather by going into the house and then still inside, the inner journey. Once we establish that rapport with the self, we have a better chance of becoming makers instead of spoilers.

The Covid-19 cases in India are around 27000 with 900 deaths so far. We haven’t done enough testing to make Corona statistically gleeful, the critics may say. To make it more worrisome, ICMR says that 80 percent of the cases are asymptomatic, that is, the patient doesn’t show any symptoms. Despite the lockdown the figure is creeping recalcitrantly, the entire nation pulling in one direction and the tiny Corona in the other. We seem to have done better than many first world countries, simply because we have put human life first and economy second, more importantly, people have mostly volunteered to abide by PM Modi’s lockdown instruction despite tremendous suffering at many levels. People have accepted him a leader by heart. By following the governmental instructions, people are in fact contributing to nation building.

To give a communal spin to the Corona narrative, a burly female Muslim Corona patient is hugging the staff by force. The latter are panicked and making video to let it loose like a bomb in the media. ‘Allah is one!’ she is imploring. She is right theologically, but feeling of love and compassion is better saved for normal times. At this juncture, this compassionate goodwill gesture appears nothing sort of a war against the exploitative kafirs. Many Muslims actually think that they are being selectively targeted to be taken into quarantine. Funny, they behave like an injured sheep that is being taken for dressing, but raises a ruckus like it is being taken to a butchery. In Pakistan, the ulemas have said no to the lockdown conditions and are as zealous to have namaaz gatherings like before. I salute their religious zeal, but even god wants them to be careful using common sense. God wants them to open their eyes and be watchful. If Corona doesn’t actually spread in a mosque, as many hardcore zealots have claimed, then there will be many who will temporarily change communal affiliation to turn Muslim for the time being to escape from Corona.

Very rarely one finds people runny away from the bank notes. You see a few frounded bucks and ten hands get into action, even at the cost of getting trampled under slaying heels. Now you see the bills and legs get into action. People fly off the scene, lest the Corona sticking to the paper catches them. You invariably see the glint in people’s eyes whenever the prospect of a shilling landing in one’s hand from another hand arises. Now you see fear and suspicion whenever you get into the horrible situation of receiving money. You pray for online payments, where Corona cannot break the virtual frontiers. People hold the bills like a ticking time bomb. They abandon it in an untouchable corner of the house and run to wash their hands. How I wish we never had that liking for money in the first place. The fundamental nature of money surfaces: it’s unavoidable, but we have to keep our hands clean also. Keeping the conscience cleaner will be of further help. Elsewhere, there are almost daily instances of the patients misbehaving and even manhandling those who are trying to save their lives. Does Corona affect brain functioning also?

Judges have flown from the courts like rats from sinking ships. Corona doesn’t bother about the hammer strike of justice. It has its own court of summary verdict of death and disease, a kind of mass punishment for our collective miscalculations. The most urgent of cases have been but in the basket, even the ones that appear never to culminate and where Indian history’s biggest blunders are awaiting remedial measures. In any case, someone at least gets the good pat from the hand of law. In Rohtak, the court opens to facilitate the marriage of a local youth to a Mexican girl. They met on some online site. The state doesn’t want to leave any stone unturned in getting one youth married because here patriarchy has resulted in a sadly skewed sex ration, leaving many boys ineligible for marriage. Moreover, the gori bahu is a coveted one in this part and the administration goes out of its way to facilitate things, a hangover from the colonial times I suppose.

PM Modi has been ranked as the foremost Corona warrior leader in the world because of his handling of the situation. In social media, PM Modi’s meme are doing virtual rounds to encourage people in the fight through flight and hiding against the invisible enemy. Trump and Abe have in fact been given negative markings and are well below our PM. High time the world leadership learns to think in uneconomic terms sometimes, especially when precious lives are at stake.

Well, an ambulance on the road has acquired more might than a tank in battlefield. It commands respect because this is a health emergency, a medical war. But then you can never underestimate our eagerness to get into business, especially the jalebi type spiraled characters. An ambulance is caught. They are actually ferrying illegal wine instead of patients or medical supplies. I wonder they may even smuggle gold and drugs under a body on a hearse.

India is supplying Hydrochloroquine, the anti malarial drug touted by Trump as the Sanjivani against the evil Corona, to 55 countries. It appears to have helped the patients; now but there are reports that it also leaves an adverse impact on the patient’s heart. Another little disappointment after the tiny sip of euphoria.

The people from the entertainment industry must be in the most depressive moods because the world they thrive in doesn’t exist any longer. Now the celebrities themselves are cooking, washing, cleaning, cribbing and are caged in like any x, y, z fan of theirs. The fall of celebrity status. When people can’t be even their own best versions, forget about them running in a dreamy world to be a super-fan of someone. That world has vanished temporarily. There are no heroes and heroines except the doctors, paramedics, policemen and volunteers busy in the war against Corona. You have thousands of real life heroes, so people hardly care about the virtual heroes. A bigger movie with real character is being played.  

The nature throws her nano-meter size googlie and all those, whether front-foot smart masters or back-foot labor-like sloggers, get clean bowled. All walk back to the pavilion with a sad look. The front-foot enthusiasts enjoy Mahabharat and the back-foot apprehenders take solace in Ramayan. The bails are scattered on the grounds and wickets broken. The biggest economic recession in the past 100 years is building up. But not more people are dying of hunger at the moment. It means the problem is never about needs. It is always about the greed. The problem is about more and more, not about basics. The grotesque monetization of our rampant ambitions gets hit in a recession, nothing else.  The loss is in the virtual economic quarters. On the plane of reality, we have the same number of grains and the same mouths to feed to stay alive. The US crude oil price falls below zero dollars price. The tower of greed falls in a recession, but it crushes many at the base also, the consequences. As China builds up storage of grain through vigorous grain imports, a famine may build up, giving them many more strings to pull in the international markets. But an object of ire by many is always prone to lose in the long run. They will realize it in the coming years.  

A new aesthetic and caring aspect of administration shines with pleasant vividness. Migrant laborers, who couldn’t reach their homes hundreds of kilometers away, are locked up at a dharamshala at Palwal. Of course, the district administration is trying its level best to give them food and shelter. A human being but needs more than that. In the sprawling garden, set up in neat rows, sitting at safe distances, they watch a magician performance. He takes milk in a little vial. ‘This is one case of Corona,’ he holds the little bit of milk. Mixes the contents into a bigger glass. The contents become more to fill up the bigger container. ‘If that person doesn’t listen to the government, he infects more like this glass,’ he admonishes. He pours it into a still bigger tumbler and again it gets filled up. ‘Those more infected cases infected more and more people,’ there is a message  for them. They understand and clap. These are little workshops where the crude layer of insensitivity born of fight to survive is being peeled off to help them see a better way of thinking. It will help them in the long run.

There are lone wolves who cannot keep their personal miseries in them. They have some hidden angst and spit it out as the stream of miseries rushes past against each and every foot around. The CCTV footages have grabbed such vindictive moments. The fruit vendors are seen spitting on fruits before selling them. How long one can stay safe? After all, one has to surrender a bit of self-defense network, and that is where the chink gets opened. It breeds insecurity. If you learn to ignore, well and good, but if you are worrying kind, then God help you!

The CCTV may grab these saddening moments, but what goes undetected is the mob thrashing the people of a particular community, just because a few fools have maligned all of them. Migrant Muslim artisans, who are staying at a place for more than a decade, are scared of getting out and being caught by a crowd. Unfortunately, the pathetic conduct of a few thousand Markaz Jamaatis has cast a shadow of doubt over the entire Muslim population. Now people get scared whenever they see a Muslim out in the open. They think it might be someone wandering as a Corona terrorist! Corona in its communal form is really dangerous. Not to be left behind, the OIC countries have condemned the recent developments in India and raised concern over the present Islamophobic trend in India. The cabinet minister for minority affairs has refuted the charge and said India is a heaven for minorities. The OIC has a right to espouse the cause of Islam anywhere in the world. But where are they when millions of Uighur Muslims get imprisoned in concentration camps in China. Religion is hardly the criterion for condemnation. It is decided by so many economic and foreign diplomacy matters. But it is very easy to dupe illiterate unsuspecting Muslims through craftily hatched narratives.

Indian doctors are using the plasma therapy. Plasma of recovered patients is tansfused into the active patients to help them fight the evil. As we see, 80% cases are asymptomatic, so those carriers whose immunity is higher may be safe but they can spread it to the people with lesser immunity and that is where the real risk lies.

The WTO has turned a puppet of China. Its chief is reading out almost communist party press releases issued from Beijing. He just doesn’t spare any chance to save China of any wrongdoing in the pandemic. International institutions are up for a big shaking once things settle down.

The people in Western culture love their freedom and liberty. They are feeling victimized under the lockdown. They are itching to jump onto the stage of life and pursue the same age old materialistic lifestyle. Not too many lessons appear to be noticed even in the face of such tragedy! People in America protest and defy lockdown with placards reading ‘My Body My Choice’. Little do they realize that it’s no longer my body, it is about our health. Corona will find it easy to beat down such a divided house. In Brazil, it even turns into a parody. The President himself jumps onto an open jeep, without mask or gloves, and protests against the lockdown in support of the crowd that is baying for some unknown authority’s blood that has clamped lockdown. They want their jobs. They cannot see beyond the little confines of self interest. Earlier people fought to die for their nations. Now people cannot even co-operate to stay safe. Nobody is asking them to fight and risk life, now to be a soldier means just to keep hiding. If the champions of liberalism continue for free movement like this, it may open far more vulnerable fronts for the enemy. God forbid if Corona plagues Africa! Many African countries have just one ventilator for three million people. One just shudders to even think of the consequences!

Yogi Adityanath shows rajadharma by not attending his father’s funeral. The CM didn’t break the lockdown measures. Well, we have the grooming of a future PM of India under tough circumstances!