In this Wonderland

I didn’t write anything in the last few days. Nor did I feel any urge to write. I don’t know if this lack of interest to write is what’s called writer’s block. Or is it simple disenchantment with whatever is happening around me?

We’re living in a time that offers much, too much, to writers. The whole world looks like a complex plot for a gigantic epic. The line between truth and fiction has disappeared. Mass murders have become no-news. Animals get more compassion than fellow human beings. Even their excreta are venerated! Folk tales are presented as scientific truths while scientific truths are sacrificed on the altar of political expediency.

When the young generation in Nepal set fire to their Parliament and Supreme Court buildings, they were making an unmistakable statement: that they are sick of their political leaders and their systems.

Is there any country whose leaders don’t sicken their citizens? I’m just wondering. Maybe, there are good leaders still left in a few countries at least. All the bad ones grab the headlines, however.

I’m reminded of the Cheshire Cat in Alice’s Wonderland.

“We’re all mad here,” the Cat tells Alice. “I’m mad. You’re mad.”

Alice says, “how do you know I’m mad?”

The Cat replies, “You must be, or you wouldn’t have come here.”

Ordinary rules of reason turn upside down in that Wonderland. Nonsense is the norm there. What seems irrational is the natural order there. If Alice fits in there, she must be mad too. And that madness isn’t a flaw, according to the Cat; it is Alice’s key to navigating Wonderland.

I’m in search of a similar key that will help me navigate this world of ours.