Dharma
of Social Jungle: The
greatest punya (good deed) of the social jungle is to protect
one’s own interests at any cost.
Sin
of the Social Jungle: Pap (sin)
of the social jungle is to allow one’s own interests to be harmed under any
obligation, duty or weakness arising out of the hypotheses of religion,
morality, ethics or any other type of socio-religious injunction.
Anti-socials,
politicians, business magnates and others of their ilk are the social lions—a
suitable personification of those fierce lions roaming in the jungles. Their
ravenous appetite for power, perks and status needs and requires them to prey
upon the poor weaklings, i.e., social deer. The social deer comprise the abject
and still poorer personifications of those grass-grazing herds of deer in the
jungle who just nibble at the grass blades; who are inherently weak products in
the game of evolution. So the social deer are intrinsically weak and churn out
virtues of the lameness and moralist talk, by creating the great facades of
evil and sin (these are mere hypothesis), constructing the majestic and
disillusioned citadel of religion and ethics—the fearful songs of the escaping
and the fleeting hordes of masses.
All
this also boils down to the question of being practical or impractical. As
simple as that! If somebody is brave enough to defy the blinding hypotheses and
naturally nurture his self interests at any cost then it is just a simple
occurrence of somebody being a social lion. While the one who is constrained
from following this duty to the self due to the weaknesses arising of the
limitations at the levels of physique, mental power, social compunctions or
family bindings forcing him to compromise the real duty to the self, he then
becomes the fodder to satisfy some lion’s appetite; becomes a mere
inconsequential step in the staircase of somebody’s ascension to the peak of
power and glory.
Judges—the
so called upkeepers of justice on earth—are the most efficient and practical
men (thus a fantastic breed of lion who are untamed and unchecked in any manner).
At every step of the ladder of dispensing justice, they have to pamper
injustice just to reach higher and higher. The talk of justice is too idealist
and impractical. The hypothesis of justice survives to act as a sort of opium
for the masses. Practical judges very soon realize that the elements like
integrity, honesty, morality, commitment to the so called virtues are no aids
to one’s entry to heaven; rather in the field of social jungle they are simply
the antonyms for armour, swords, shields and lancers to cut down the fellow
self-interested fighters. Just imagine the fate of a soldier devoid of all
these weapons! He is just there to fulfil the natural function of getting cut
down. Our day to day social survival is simply a battle for protecting
self-interests in which deepest, mostly invisible and sometimes blood-soaked,
cuts are inflicted on fellow human beings.
Here
is this social lion, all adorned with the impressive mane of justice and
crowned with the duty to protect the deer! He is still hungry to ascend a few
more steps on the social ladder. To become a bigger lion, he is simply required
to eat more and more deer. And he has done exactly the same! Very cleanly, smartly
and without batting an eyelid! He smoothly feasted on 102 deer. The very same
poor herd of weak, impotent, cowering, justice-lorn group that had pleadingly
looked at his face for two years in the Court of Justice. The poor group always
unaware that it was nothing but the morsel for the satisfaction of his
gluttony. In one merciless stroke—as all practical steps must be to qualify for
success—he ate 102 lambs and burped away to further glory with new, vigour,
health and criminality (the most virtuous trait to become a bigger, stronger
lion), to eat still fatter preys at the higher seat.
For
full two years, these poor lambs had looked at his indifferent face seeking
some tiniest trace of mercy. But how can a lion go against its nature? They never
realized that the wise owl perched on the highchair found them just tiny frogs
to be eaten to muster up more nocturnal hunting prowess. Suddenly, swiping away
all the gibberish, hypothetical talk of the weaklings, and bravely bracing
himself up with the tidings of war weapons, he gave smart piece of winsome
battle skills and mowed down all those disillusioned fools and weaklings who
had come running to his cave, seeking life where only death had all the
business to do. So to escape from one lion (the newly installed Chief Minister
of Haryana) they landed up in the den of another lion. And lions will be lions.
If sheep run from one den to another, it saves energy for the lions as well. So
the Assembly of this lion, amply proving its status of being the regal court of
the mighty canines, just sanctioned the luncheon of the grassy subjects under
its domain. The King lion just proved his ruling status—an able commander of a
still mightier Lioness (the de facto
ruler of India ruling India through a proxy paper tiger) eating still tastier
livers in the higher capital. Her Highness, the top-most lioness, has longer
teeth to taste even the mane-covered flesh of these lesser lions.
Jungle
lions fight to keep their territories and the bunch of female cats. Social
lions, especially the political social lions, are pitched against a tougher
task. But they have far more chickened humanity to lunch upon and then wage the
battle.
While
the bull fight it out for the higher stakes, the grass tufts at their feet get
inevitably trampled and mowed down and mix in the dust of nothingness and
ignominy. Similarly, this group of 102 hardworking lambs, always pleading that
it will be of great Civil Service to the lion got trampled upon.
The
advisers and soothsayer rushed to preach that still there was a mightier den ruled
by a stronger lion who can get the injustice undone. But they forget that
mightier lions perched upon still higher seats are still more efficient
hunters. After all they rose through the same battle. Even if they unnaturally
have some pity for the battered, bruised and blood-soaked horde and say ‘Mercy
grated!’, it will still rub chilly on some lonely conscience left out in the
joint humiliation. What is the use of reaching the spring of justice if every
step on the path forces you to forget the fundamentals of your life, the very
sinews that grew with you? You just become identity-less. It is just like
peeling off one’s own kin. What is the use of getting justice if on availing
it—if one is lucky to avail it after all—you turn blind and spiritless by the
time you are shown the make-believe fruit?
PS: The deer horde comprises the 102
successful candidates in Haryana Public Service Examination, 2004. They were
denied appointment by the mighty lion, the Congress Chief Minister of Haryana who
proudly prodded the state judiciary (partner hunters) to carry out his
intention of not allowing them appointments. With equal gusto he servilely
pampered the ego of the supreme lioness, the Congress President, to rule as the
unquestioned ruler of the state. As is to be expected, the state and its lions won.
The candidates lost. The lions won...the deer lost. What else can happen?!
