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Friday, March 14, 2008

unrelated



The curfew was on, it was pitch black. Seventh day in succession, the military tires screeched annoying the butterflies. Those moments of terror, reigning in the minds, remind you of the importance of independence, sovereignty and freedom. What it is to live without fear. The kid did not understand all this... He was not playing for a week now. He missed his friends. Anything beyond that was beyond his world too. The next sun brought some light to the village. He was more than happy to run along and play.


The scenario here was still tense. After last night's massacre, things looked like someone was avenged, and no more bloodshed was to be expected for some time. A quiet breakfast was not the worst thing you could do right now.


"The ball crosses the fence, to the other side.. A thud and some bounces are heard, interrupting breakfast. The kid has a look outside his "I don't know how someone can have a house there" place and finds that the ball is in his court. The other kid is not physically far, but very far due to a barbed fence. He eggs on to kick the ball over the fence.. (Barrier as they said, because of the country fence) after a little illegibility/introspection, he manages to do so. It was due to an initiative appreciated/evoked by the other. I don't know if they played happily ever after. But yeah, "Barriers break when people talk" that's what they said. The two kids never spoke, at least never communicated."


That was quite a simple advertisement.


That actually brought me some random thoughts, which I had for quite a while in my mind. These thoughts don't necessarily arrive at anything, but just give me an illusion of a unifying world.


What makes people/nations collaborate? We definitely know why they fight; there are reasons to see/understand, on the face. But what drives the camaraderie?


They say, "Take the effort of loan to try 10 friendships, if one succeeds it will more than repay the debt." But that's way different than why nations collaborate. There has to be some give n take. There are selfish motives, gains, losses, expectations, dominance, envy, goals, ambitions, humiliations, power corruption, and not sure but progress. Is there a bit of unconditional gesture, somewhere? Or does that possibility sound like rubbish?


With people, apart from all the above, there may be the 'Liking' factor, which brings them together. But that's still within. How can nations come together? They don't find a 'Liking' out of the blue. Neither do the people feel like, when there is no starting point. Have there been the agents, who have worked for this bridge? If yes, was there and if yes, what was the motive?


Trade, revenue, necessity, revenge, power, tourism has driven association of owned lands in history. A sport probably is the gentlemanly reason, but piggy backed by money somewhere down the line.


People exchange ideas, share a laugh, favors and taunts. Nations exchange goods, undertake trade, mutual welfare programs, etc. in the process, people of different nations meet. If they have to collaborate over a common goal, they do so. There is always a motive. Need. Gain. Benefit. Desperation.


What is the curve looking like? We were all one and small. Then we got divided, governed, differentiated out of necessity maybe, until it all became too disparate. Now we want the drops to form the mother crystal again. Or at least want to behave that way.


The past years have certainly seen us looking beyond our homes, street, village/city, state, region.. and country for the increasing few..


My country has 'M' states with 'N' million people belonging to so many dialects/origins under the roof of the motherland. I hope the same happens at a slightly higher level, with the worldly nations under Mother Earth, in a few years.


I am sure there is always an empty bench in a nice park, for two of them to sit, even if Pune and San Jose are totally unrelated. Or maybe they are not.

1 Comments:

  • haha churan mill in full force...keep up the good work :)

    By Blogger Pepey, at 1:07 AM  

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