Marine Drive in those good old days [Times of India] |
I was sitting in the Subash Chandra Bose Park when
someone announced the end of the world on a blaring loudspeaker. “Repent and
make amends,” the speaker was admonishing. The world was going to end soon,
according to him.
He is one of the myriad religious
preachers in Kerala who harp on the theme of apocalypse for various motives the
dominant of which is money. Religion is one of the easiest means for making
money and the end of the world is a powerful theme. No less a person than Jesus
predicted the imminent end of the world 2000 years ago. Not only did the world
not end, but the evils that Jesus was trying to bring to an end multiplied in
geometric progression. Jesus became a god and the world went on with its usual
business.
I was thinking of the many apocalyptic
predictions like the Mayan calendar and the Halley’s Comet panic when someone
stood in front of me calling my name. It was Henry, my classmate at St Albert’s
College in the early 1980s. We were now meeting after many years since he was
working in another faraway city.
In those days of our college life,
Cochin (today’s Kochi) was far more humane in spite of the elephantine
mosquitoes that cohabited with humans in a rare symbiotic relationship. The air
was eminently breathable despite its heavy salt tang and no preacher of
apocalypse would have found it easy to capture the psychedelic fancies of the
denizens.
“Remember the Marine Drive of those
days?” Henry asked me.
How could I forget? Henry and I used
to walk on those golden sands in the evenings enjoying the gentle breeze from
the Arabian Ocean. Today the sandbar doesn’t exist. In its place stand
high-rise buildings blocking the cold breeze of the sea. The Kochi city stinks
today of putrid waste and smothering chemicals.
“The end of the world may be actually
close,” Henry said. “What began with a bang will end with a whimper.”
“Perhaps, the end is good. Something
better may begin anew,” I said.
Unless the grain of wheat
falls in the ground and rots, will there be new life? The apocalypse man was
asking.
We sat in silence for a while. Only
we were silent. The city is never silent. Apocalypse continued to flow from the
loudspeaker drowning the noise of the traffic and the usual bustle of the city.
“You know, Henry,” I said. “There’s
one thought that comes to my mind again and again these days.”
“Some perverse thought, I’m sure,” he
said with his characteristic laugh. He was always convinced that I was a
pervert.
“When I die, that will be the end of
the world for me. But the world will carry on as usual. As if nothing has
happened. As if I mattered nothing to anyone.”
“Nothing matters. No matter,” Henry said. “That’s what the Buddha called Nirvana. Be happy.”
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteAye... out brief candle! 'Tis a ponderance that occurs more and more with each passing day. YAM xx
Indeed.
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