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Machinations mar human lives


‘Death’ is no longer a mystery but a technical glitch in the human body. The body solely depends on the smooth functioning of all organs.
The emotions evoked by ‘death’ are very natural, or even the lack of emotion does say a lot about individuals who are bereft of a family member, a friend or a companion. Nobody can be judged emotionally. I do not want to sound like Freud but the pain of death does leave a scar, an empty space. That sums up the second half of May 2016.
The first half was a parody of sorts juggling between the heat of politics and the heat of the Sun.  A clear vision of  politicians  in our country struggling to impress the electorate , dousing forest fires, tugging higher ups to quench parched throats with trucks and railway tankers fetching water for humanity or staring down deep dry wells for a pail of water, despondent farmers looking heavenwards for rain and the frequent bouts of power cuts ….a clear picture of man entrenched in a  trap of  challenges big and small .
Elections in five state assemblies grabbed attention of all concerned. The highs and lows of placing  Law versus Constitution for experts to rue. The death of a Law student in the southern state of Kerala in the wee hours of a fatal morning . None could define her death whether it was political/ personal vengeance/ a psychopath’s vagary.
My visit to Mumbai (New) to console my bereaved sister left me dazed . Although with teary eyes I did notice many a hoarding ranging from Warana (milk) products to small hoardings ( six in all)  of  Kalyan Jewels (???) placed at a distance of five feet each under a flyover , hoardings of a politician  with threatening looks near toll offices and finally a big one of Zinedine Zidane which was outlined by a row of sky scrapers…did evoke a feeble smile.
                Death is still an irreducible thought veiled by the unending rat race. A sailor's ashes immersed in a flowing river  could not bring more peace for the dead soul.
R.C.Kumar R.I.P.

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