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Teacher from another galaxy

"Crumbling is not an instant's act": Emily Dickinson


If I were given a choice to order something from the cosmos, I would want an intelligent entity from another galaxy to come and teach certain essential lessons to my fellow creatures on earth. I’m pretty sure that there are a lot of intelligent entities out there in the infinite spaces.

Like Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s Little Prince, for example. Just imagine Little Prince standing before Amit Shah and telling him in all innocence that “it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” Imagine the Yogi of UP being told, “The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.”

The Little Prince isn’t an intellectual giant. He is a child. But he has a far more advanced consciousness than anyone on our earth. That consciousness sets him on a pedestal high above the greatest of people on earth. Come and teach us that level of consciousness: that’s what my wish is from any power in the cosmos that can possibly do it.

Just imagine a creature visiting us from some planet out there. The very fact that he is able to reach us would imply that he belongs to a superior species. What would he think of us after observing us for a few days?

Look at the weapons we have stockpiled worldwide, for instance. We spend about 1.7 trillion dollars [1700000000000] annually on weapons meant to kill others of our own species just because they believe in different gods [where are they? The alien wonders], belong to different races [what’s that? The alien asks], have skins of different colours, noses of different shapes…

About 800,000 people choose to kill themselves on earth every year in spite of having so many weapons with which they can kill everybody else and possess the entire planet for themselves. More than 2000 people of the earth kill themselves every day! [That’s better than the bigger number being killed by others, the alien would realise soon.]

9 out of 10 people on earth are breathing in air that is polluted by themselves, according to WHO. The alien gasps more in wonder than for breath. What idiots is he dealing with here on earth? Looking at our skyscrapers, flyovers, and Statue of Unity, the alien had been under the impression that he was visiting a civilised planet.

“Civilisation, you say?” The alien is questioned by Mr Bhakt who goes on to boast about some 5000-year-old civilisation which believed that some people came from the feet of some god while some others came from the head. “No one from the penis?” The alien wonders. On his planet, let us assume, the penis and the vagina have better roles to play than have foreskins to mark identities or clitorises to mark subjugation.

The alien would probably run away without completing even a fraction of his visit on the earth.

I’m left longing for one who will dare to stay back and tell us that we are just humbugs. That we have a long, long way to travel before we become even a fraction of what advanced creatures are like on other planets. That we haven’t even put our feet on to the road of civilisation yet. That we can begin now, if we wish. That all our missiles and foreskins are not the ultimate truths or powers. That… yes, that we have something called a heart that can do more than just pump the blood.

 

PS. This has been provoked by Indispire Edition 349: You can order anything from the cosmic catalog, What would you order? Make yourself- very clear the universe is listening. #enrichinglives

  

Comments

  1. Rajeev MoothedathOctober 30, 2020 at 8:09 PM

    I am sure your post would have shocked the guy who gave the prompt- expecting something totally different :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 30, 2020 at 9:03 PM

      I really don't mind giving a shock to Parwati Singari 😅

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  2. Chandan SinghNovember 6, 2020 at 2:14 PM

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  3. BilalNovember 20, 2021 at 1:58 PM

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