Sorry is the
state of mankind who so self assuredly sleeps in peace till his bed rocks and
brings him down with a thud. When calamity strikes, it spares neither the rich
nor the poor. All wealth in face of adversity becomes useless even to a simian.
After all, money is just a piece of paper having no intrinsic value.
It’s been
almost a month since India woke up on 9th November 2016 after
experiencing a jolt on her presumed security. The news of demonetisation touched
the raw nerve of currency in many. Of course, change in its very form brings
about sufferings and so did demonetisation. But probably in this case it could
have been avoided if the preparation and new currency had been efficiently
supplied. Then there wouldn’t have been big queues for small amounts to be
withdrawn. Emotions soon began to surge and some called it the war on
corruption which they felt was definitely needed; but alongside this rejoicing
of hope, there were sounds of wailing and howling of many a rich who had in
secrecy been corrupt.
Fighting
corruption in India could be compared to some kind of a revolutionary action
and though the Prime Minister said it would cause a little trouble to many,
probability was that the troubles which one could see at the banks and the ATMs
appeared not just teething problems but the discovery of a cavity. What however
came as a sudden enlightenment was that the government could come upon the
people like a wild cat any time and that hoarding was simply not just illegal
but also unprofitable.
What then
came to my mind was that how easily we humans forget that hoarding is certainly
not the quality of an intelligent mind and how willingly we get awestruck by
the fancies of the world and without any hesitation give up the use of our soul
voice. The recent happenings then brought to my mind the poem ‘Suburbs’ by Pablo Neruda, where he
speaks of how the middle class man in his greed to imitate the rich has landed
himself in trouble. To keep more than what is needed, to be scared of the
future and accumulate like the rich, are signs of hoarding and hoarding is
today ‘the way of the world’.
The middle
class man, who normally clings to his virtues, finds his honesty fading in the
bigness of the rich man’s collections and therefore begins to copy the vices of
the rich. He feels so ‘unfinished’
in front of the wealthy and yet knows that
he is in all his courageousness ‘capable
of everything impossible’. He almost becomes ‘a runner’ in the race of wealth. It is only his value system that
controls his ‘hunger for climbing and
getting as far as everybody else has gotten’. The way of the world is an ‘endless track of champions’ until they
get ‘robbed of their laurels, their
medals, their titles, their names’. So if the rich man loses his private
jet, his palace and his five-star dinners, his poor imitator also loses the
little he has accumulated to become big.
For the
middle class man who is caught in the lure of the diamonds of the rich, the
refrigerators and umbrellas near the garden become his goal. The question that
follows is, are the refrigerators and umbrellas by the pool bad? Certainly not!
But the desperation to get them is what ruins life. This desperation is a giant
that eats up peaceful and joyful moments in life.
Soon, his home
begins to expand with the greed of the world and becomes a house, which then
expands with further greed of wanting gardens; and still, the longing continues
when the gardens begin to long for swimming pools. It’s an escalating journey
towards ‘Supreme luxury’ which
itself can be debatable. The poor and the rich are then placed on either side
of a mirror through which they see each other and keep deciding ‘the real truth in this world’.
Greed gives
birth to runners who get obsessed to gain more and get ‘as far as everybody else has gotten because it seems that is the way
of the world’.
However amidst
all the discordant sounds of paper and coins, I hear a questioning whisper and
sit to wonder. Could it be that when man began to worship wealth as god that
the God in heaven did as He had warned?
“They will throw their
silver into the streets, and their gold will be like refuse; their silver and
their gold will not be able to deliver them in the day of the wrath of the Lord;
they will not satisfy their souls, nor fill their stomachs, because it became
their stumbling block or iniquity.” Ezekiel 7:1
Amazing clarity but who hears, and even if one hears, it's just that, just hearing no listening, even if it is listening it's just a momentary pause in the cacophony of the journey called life.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment. I'm not a doctor but I'll use the analogy of one. When a patient dies the doc tries the shock to awaken him. Out of a 1000 dead, may be only one wakes up but the doctor has done his job. I'm so glad that you are alive unlike many others who are in their graves. May I know your name please? It's nice to know people who are alive. Sort of fed up of communicating with the dead.
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