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Feb. 27, 2005 I am as blank as this document when people speak to me about the miseries of Tsunami. I had never felt a sympathy over the happenings and for that matter never had I felt sympathy for any happening that doesn’t concern me. On the contrary, I am supposed to feel that feeling and I am supposed to write on the miseries which will paint the scene in the most ludicrous or incongruous distortion that will pamper the stupid souls and make them cry for the rest of their nights. But I wasn’t doing that. I wasn’t motivated enough to do that. The miseries of Tsunami never rose that sympathy which was expected to be aroused in everyone. It may be a lack of sympathy in myself. I am from the same city, Chennai, which saw Tsunami few days back. I had lived in this city for long. And I had spent most of my nights in the laps of the ocean, some nights dripping my tears wondering the vastness of it and sometimes laughing at the waves, praising it for its unlimited profoundness. I have raised my arms and bowed to the nude beauty, so pure and so serene that it meant just the same thing that it would mean satisfaction to a liberated soul. I have walked lengths and breadths of the beauty called ocean, using her just as a prostitute. She was a tool for me and I used her whenever I needed her and I needed her only when I wanted to be left alone. Only when I wanted to be liberated from the strings that were pinned to me, creating a lot of pain, hurt and suffering. During those walks, I have heard the same voices that which demanded sympathy for Tsunami from me, squeaking in the highest of the pleasure, which they forced upon themselves while just near their feet was a human being with the same concept of living as theirs, curled to his stomach, red bearded, with very little clothes that which saved them from being eliminated from the society, with just a little coating of flesh over their skeletons crying for attention. Somehow, the hearts that readily poured sympathy now had lacked the same then. Somehow, the mind that cried now watching the scenes of Tsunami, naming it miserable and not tolerable, tolerated it. During those walks, I have crossed settlements right under the shadows of the waves, which lacked the elementary requirements for living. It made me think that they lived merely for a purpose that they had no means to end their living. Forget the sanctity when there is no sanity. Forget the vanity when there is no quality. Don’t tell me that the voices that demanded sympathy had never crossed these settlements. Having said all these, I raise my arms to the far away heavens in the skies and cry out loud to liberate myself from what I feel, when I see the war-torn deserted fields raped brutally by Tsunami. Welcome to the truth. I have no other words but to just bow down my heads along with my mind to the people who make contributions to better the living of the little few who lost all the little they had saved all the some days they had lived. But I also think that the sack of flesh with a beating heart, settlements with nothing but stray roofs will still remain in the face of Earth and I guess we wouldn’t need another divine message such as Tsunami demanding our attention to these little few. ------------ About the author Sudaman T.M.: Visit http://www.writers.net/writers/37687 Email: sudamantm@in.ibm.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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