We are all aware of that consuming gripping distress that envelops our being when any bad news hits us, be it with anyone. We sigh, we mull, we sympathize, and inadvertently end up asking ourselves (and others) oft repeated questions like ‘What has the world come to?’ or ‘Where are we heading?’
With the ecological imbalance, global warming, mass killings, political turmoil, economic recession, racism and mostly the interminable thirst for power and money that drives people to do the most brutal crimes without sparing a single moment to consider their collateral damage, we can only pray to not be sent away by coming in the way of some unnamed untargeted bullet or explosion.
Is this all new to us though? The world has always been like this, hasn’t it? World history is replete with examples of massacres, both within and outside the magnificent palaces of many a kings, that have lived on in the eyes and blood of thousands of unfortunate ones who endured it all only to be tormented by their ghosts and reliving the disastrous experience with any soul that wants an earful of it.
I’m not a firm-believer of life after death, but I’m not the one to refute it either. We can all ponder and bicker about it, but the fact remains that we are as clueless about afterlife as we are of the time before we are brought to life. Science might defy it with logical elucidations, but paranormal forces aren’t a myth.
It is a different world out there; terrifying, disorderly, untamed, unguarded and merciless. The people, who stopped at nothing in this world to send a whole lot of their enemies in that world, now co-exist with them there. Can Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini, Stalin, Mahatma Gandhi, Princess Diana, Cleopatra, Alexander, and now Fiedel Castro etc reside together in peace? How?
This question has always haunted me. Whether it is this life or the next, the tussle between good and bad never ends, does it? It is so easy to commit a crime and put a person away, but we often forget that in the afterlife we have to face our fate and retribution. It’s not a choice.
Are one person’s foolish desires more important than a bunch of lives? We are all travellers here, and one person criminally manages to shorten others’ journeys. Does that mean his own journey will never end? Why don’t we learn something from what we’ve seen and witnessed? Are we equipped to face its consequences, wherever and whenever we have to?