A
group of children in their childish play pick up a pebble from the ground and
call it a precious stone. Now the game begins. This gem belongs to one team
which has to face a war cry from the opponents who try their best to take
it away. The pebble suddenly begins to get great value and weightiness and the
children who were till then simply involved in an activity, turn into enemies. I'm sure you would call such kids immature and unripened; but come on, they are just kids after all.
The toughie begins to emerge when adults set out to delight in playing such games too. Would
you ever imagine that they too could battle for stones?
One country then begins to play war and robs another of its crystal which was in the first place gifted
to it by another kingdom. They soon begin to indulge in a battle of words.
‘It belongs
to us.’
‘It was
gifted to us.’
‘Give it
back to us.’
The game
moves on. The stadium is packed with on-lookers who enjoy the match of the rock.
I too as a spectator am intensely occupied in watching the competition, when
suddenly a whisper murmurs in my ear. ‘How foolish is this man! He knows he has
to leave behind his every beautiful marble construction and yet, he fights and
argues about just a jewel.
Instead,
only if he were to search for the precious gem of a relationship with his
creator deep in his heart, he would not waste his time fighting over gathered perishables. That treasure found deep within, would in fact make him scoff at
his momentary collections in the course of existence.
If today, I
were to meet the rebel poet Nazrul Islam, who wrote to arouse the spirit of the
nation, I would feel sorry for his passion.
“Does the
memories of past glories/ Bring tears to your eyes?/ Does the thought of royal
stories/ Draw from your bosom tender sighs?/Oh, grieve not for the throne and
the crown,/You who have seen Persia, Greece and Rome drown/ In seas of
oblivion,/You who have seen them rise again with renewed vigour./March on,
March on, March on,/ Rousing yourselves from this fatal stupor.”
A passion so
great would yet only lead to war. One fatal suspension of sensibility would soon
lead to another fatal shock of eternal damnation.
I would
instead send him a small text message:
Here then,
when the passion of the mind would be replaced with the passion for the Spirit,
every citizen of every nation would become an emperor, awakened from the
eternal stupor.
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