LIFE - COLORES INFINITUM (33)
They have a story to tell the outside world. They do
want to tell it to the outside world. But they do not know if they want to tell
it to the outside world anymore as they do not want to tell it to any and every
passerby now.
Once, sometime in the past, they used to do so.
They were always aware of the ‘disconnect’ that the
outside world consciously thought to build and maintain. Changing times have
not been able to change it.
At some point of time in their past, they realized
it, they realized about it, that they were being subjected to and subjugated by
the false notions of the human civilization’s social order and were being
wrongly put out of the socialization process.
They realized they needed to raise voice; they
needed to collect the voices.
They discussed it among themselves, in the
community and began to tell their story to their immediate surroundings to
begin the process of dialogue.
But it was not long when they realized their
efforts were falling to the deaf ears. They did not find their ‘listeners’
there. But in those initial days of their efforts, it didn’t frustrate them. They
thought they needed to reach out more. They thought they needed a larger
audience to make the world aware of the cruel injustice being meted out to
them.
They were the men at the interface of a wider human
interaction platform. They had ready access to the larger spectrum of a diverse
audience, from every layer and class of the human civilization or religion they
belonged to.
Randomly or regularly, whenever they got some
moments away from their work, they discussed their case with the audience, the
unknown and unnamed faces for them, but known in their (the audience) parts of
the world that were part of the larger world they were also part of.
But as time passed, it slowly and gradually dawned
upon them that no one was ready to buy their genuine explanations emanating out
of the genuine demands of the humanity.
As the generation grew old, the thought behind the
energy to pursue the case was pushed into hibernation by the apathy of the
socialized world that goes to them for its final liberation.
The story is still there. But the subsequent
generations that came later grew more and more closeted due to the
insensitivity of their sisters and brothers. They still feel about the
injustice. They still want to reach out and tell about it. But they don’t know
to whom!
©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/
