In a blink,
Curio and laconic,they spoke a million words-
Your eyes.
Hidden away in the shadows of night,
When all silhouettes are but strangers,
Tucked away in safety-my dreams
Pitter patter onto the dry earth
Like your first smile,
That touched my heart.
Very recently I had gone to watch a play being staged at Girish Manch in the northern part of the city which dealt with a very deep and thought provoking subject. It was good depiction of one's dilemma, of the conscience fighting one's evil inside, of the constant struggle to keep one's heart clean despite all the impurity around. Impurity, huh?
The best part of the play was, apart from the fact that it was my break after a long time, that it made me think. Right from the day we are born, we are taught about good and bad, about the beautiful and ugly, about white and black.We tend to tag dark people to evil, bald people as baddies, we look upon a roadside urchin with shabby clothes with contempt. Contempt, huh?
How do we as a society decide what's good and what's bad?
Isn't it all about a common convenience that drives such judgemental notions? What the majority could not fathom, nor achieve, nor have the luxury or free will to obtain, might be as well termed evil. And then there are situations that leads to actions. Situations created by the social structure itself, that lead to irresponsible actions. But how does that qualify as evil?
While it is a good idea to start educating masses about the good, the bad and the ugly, its more pertinent to ask first-who decides?
So, we come back to the original question. Conscience. Is it not then just the conventional values and notions sitting guarding our minds all the time?
Well, lets not brood over this issue so much, shall we? As long as the wine keeps flowing, all's well under the bright blue sky.
