THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

“Y’see, as you all know, madness is just like gravity,

All it takes is a little… Push”

- The infamously famous ‘Joker’ (of ‘Batman’ fame)

For ages to come, this figment of dark humor, the words of one of the Super-Villains of our time, from the frames of a comic fiction masterpiece, will remain brazened in the walls of time. In all its simplicity and an amusing sense of ironical truth, the verses put mankind in its fitting perspective; of what it has come down to, through ages of evolving from a primate species; of its relentless struggle to draw a line between the dogma of good and bad.

Come to think of it, throughout the course of his blotted history, man has never stuck to permanence in what he sees. What he perceives as good at an instant of time becomes ill-famed at the tick of the future and what he once considers as evil transforms to his own self good. He has never conceived this simple yet forceful axiom of reality.

The very testimony to his blindness is inscribed in blood: Through wars, he so wages to prove his own right along the battle-lines. War is not a cause. It is only a symptom of man’s disease of reveling in his fame and unreasoned foresight. If humanity has to be sheared by mere lines of control, let there be no borders and no countries, for all men live on the same blood and soul. And if every man in this planet has to go down by the blade of another, he’d rather kill himself and save some dignity in his death.

Governments, as we see them today, are nothing but a band of men regimenting authority over people who do not comprehend their belief. They throw their lands astray to wake up every morning in the hope of finding themselves, still being the puppeteer. They do not know the power of anarchy; of rebellion and of vendetta.

How do people draw their hearts out every morning to lay their eyes upon scores of tabloids? The pages squabble the same content everyday. Men hurling away bombs like extravagant sessions of blitzkrieg fireworks, wiping away thousands of their brethren; Psychopaths roaming around every nook and corner before people can almost welcome one of them, jigging about with knives, at their door-step; Soldiers treading their lives on a seesaw that balances a million people of their motherland, an act left to darkness by the paparazzi and celebrity scoops that include every other break-up that marriages are so fondly able to offer nowadays, or the private lives of the people around the bend; Parliaments running amok in the mindlessness of uncivil people who brand themselves ‘politicians’ and shout out their propaganda over roofs so as to discover the horde of fools who would end up on their side in fragrant fallacies; The gaping abyss cleaving men on grounds of wealth and mint, a scale that often tilts itself out of leverage.

Over theories and an overflowing number of philosophies, man has tried to answer the numero-uno question that he has posed himself with- The Presence of a force above him, God as he christened it. He has never realized the power of his sub-conscious, his prowess, that all other forms of life lack. God is but man: his thought and hence reason, the food for thought.

He materialized god through Religion, when god has always rested deep inside him, in the form of his belief and thought. He proposed that God was all that was good; and whenever man stumbled across his share of insanity, he heaved the blame onto god.

Amazing, just how much a man could ask himself and pursue those answers through his very own faith. And yet, if only man could stand firm on this difference between the good and the bad, good would have always stood its ground. But instead, he has so often drawn his cannon to the fore, baptizing religion to an affair of blood and gore.

Man’s assault on nature in his hunger to create has been an omen of his under-estimation of the Herculean potency of nature. With very scar, man has made on her, she has charged back at him, only with a greater ferocity. If man has to wage a battle with nature, by the moment his sword is out, nature would have had drawn her first blood in vantage; and when man struggles to strike back, nature would have but vanquished him. Nature sowed the seeds of man on earth, and only she has might enough to wipe him out, for he is only a cell in her universe.

Mankind has sadly been a comedy of errors. Our chronicles have been etched with little apostle for thought and thereby no thought to navigate action. We have journeyed through labyrinths of nothingness to pursue all but ourselves. And by the time man wakes up from his reverie, the hourglass would have given up and the journey would have struck a dead end.