Skip to main content

Turning Hopelessness Into Hope

The last ten days have been very tough for the country as a whole. The heinous attack on those poor soldiers who had dedicated their lives to protect the country, the consequences of the attack, the rage and hatred of people towards their fellow humans has been heart-wrenching to witness. It seems once again humanity fell prey to the poisonous claws of ideological clashes, ego clashes and vested interests of the politics. More than the attack, it is the after effects that are quite disheartening. The calls for war, mutual challenges to ruin one another, arousing hatred among people in the name of patriotism,  circulation of hate messages, imposing ban on innocent people by tagging them as subjects of the enemy country,  etc., all seem to be hopeless and in noway heading towards a solution. In this whole scenario, the ordinary citizen of our country is swaying between his humanity (which is his very basic nature) and identity (national, religious, regional, caste, etc), not knowing which side to take.
However it isn't that hard for us to take sides in this matter, isn't it? After all, we are humans before we know that we are a member of so and so country, caste, religion, etc. So it forms our basic responsibility to protect humanity first. We can convert this hopeless situation into a hope if at all we have the will to do soHere we got to realize a few things.
Firstly, we must be conscious enough and try to get a good clarity of what is happening around us and why is it happening , and try to see a situation in all the possible angles, instead of being carried away by momentary emotions.
Secondly, we should know that revenge is not an answer to revenge and war is not the solution. Lots of lives should be put into risk if we had to wage a war and India has never been a supporter of war since history. When lots of people are dying each day to get a meal on their plate, we can't waste all the limited resources we have for waging a war. Moreover, the panic that a war causes will never leave the country for ages. By seeking war we don't really do justice to the departed souls as well, because if at all war has to take place, then why would hundreds of people make their way towards the border for protecting our lives? How long does it take for the world to get bombarded if all the countries make up their minds to throw bombs at each other?
Thirdly, as human beings sympathy and empathy are a part of our very basic nature. But, how far we extend them really makes the difference. Instead of limiting our empathy to our house and families, let's empathize with the whole world irrespective of their caste, religion, region and nationality. Only when we rise our consciousness, that is when we can put an end to any crime that's happening.

Thus anything is possible for human beings. If we were able to reach the moon, we can easily bombard this earth or turn this earth into a heaven. What shall we choose?






© Written by Manaswini Pasumarthi

Comments

  1. A bare truth is exposed. Good and thought provoking write-up.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Pick Up A Book

"Its food time, where in this world are you?",  "you shouldn't make food wait for you, instead, you should wait for food" ,"please come into this world and spend some time with us","sweet heart..I am missing you", I am listening to these dialogues from my mother, grandparents and fiance .Ever since I bought these books,no hunger,no thirst, I don't feel like talking to anyone. I am literally isolated from this world. I think that is the power of a book. Friendship with books is the best thing that can happen in anyone's life.Books mold us in a positive way, give us new energy, aggravate our quest to know more and more of something, relieve us from boredom and make us a different being from those who haven't read a book in their life. Hence acquaint yourself with books and get the best out of them. The books that are currently on my shelf are- A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens Great Works of Rabindranath Tagore Great Wor...

A Note From An Alumnus

It has been almost four years since I passed out of my university, but even now I hold the same excitement to go there, just like I had  a few years ago, when for the very first time I stepped into it. I was nervous then and now. While passing out from the university, I left a part of myself there and carried a huge part of it with me. In these four years nothing has changed regarding my relationship with my alma mater. Though I moved on, I still have the same respect and adoration for my university and the people there. I might be miles away from it, but I treasure the lessons and the days spent there. Its position is irreplaceable in my life. In fact, I can call it as another home of mine and the people there as the members of my extended family. To me, it is not less than a temple. It's a sacred space that vibrates with the energies of hundreds of students and teachers. Just like any other alumnus, I also love going back to my university and cherish those beautiful moment...

A Summer Evening With Joyful Beings

Image source: Google As the sun calmed down, reducing his intensity, we opened the doors and let ourselves out of the tightly closed, artificially cooled house, to breathe some natural air. Though the warmth in the air hasn't yet died and no leaf seemed to have life, my eyes fell on a scene that was so lively to watch and brought a cool wave of happiness to the mind. What could be more interesting on a summer evening than to watch children playing on the streets with cries of cheer and joy. I was bending over the wall of my balcony to see a group of ten boys, all aged below fifteen playing cricket. Now,this is the cricket played in Indian streets without rules, so ten boys would do the job of two teams. Again, out of the ten, eight were active players and two were silent spectators. They must be umpires. I got caught up in their play as it displayed exuberance and their pure hearts. The children knew no boundaries, hypocrisies, limitations, inequalities or fears. The group h...