Nine O' clock, after the Saturday night league match, with Liverpool winning two goals to one against Queen's Park Rangers, I headed out for a light dinner. Momos have always been one of my favourites, and I knew where I would get the best of it. One plate of veg momos on the menu, where i scanned the vendor selling it. He was doing his job, counting a few tens of currency notes, looking a bit anxious.
Me: Hey, momos are good, where are you from.
He: (squeaking) Nepal.
Me: Oh! I am sorry to here about the earthquake. Is your family up there?
He: Yeah.
Me: How are they? Is everything fine?
He: No, we lost our home, it was completely destroyed.
Me: Where is your family now? Who are there in your family?
He: My parents, and they are just there, living under a trampoline.
Me: Any brothers and sisters?
He: I have a sister, and my parents.
Me: Where do you live here in Bangalore? Can you get your family over here?
He: Devarabisanahalli. My place is among the hills. So when the earthquake struck, it destroyed all the buildings and the roads. Being a small place in the hills, they are basically stuck.
Me: Did you get to talk to them?
He: Yes, the day the earthquake hit us, i did talk them. All they said was that they were safe but we have lost everything. The electricity towers are all destroyed so there is no power. So since then, I wasn't able to contact them. Only this morning did i get a call from them.
Me: Are you planning to go back to Nepal?
He: No. There is no point of going back there now. I need to earn as much money as i can and send it to them. Staying here at least I can ensure they get money to buy ration
and other stuff. If I go back, I'll be joining them on the streets and will be of no help.
Me: I am sorry again, hope it will be fine.
And I hated myself for saying that everything will be fine. Enjoying my dinner, spending money here and there, with no one dependent on me, I simply couldn't put myself in their situation no matter how empathetic I was to their misery. "Hope, it will be fine", and those vague words of consolation.
What they have always said...
When the time is right, everything will find its place. Everything and every one will have meaning and purpose. These words are so hollow, so pointless, because we accept everything around us as what is meant to be.
Then one day, you see the front page, ten thousand people feared dead as a major earthquake leaves an entire country homeless. What do you say to the survivors? Everything that happened was meant to be? That God willed the catastrophe that befall upon us? That a pilot wanted to leave a mark in this world by locking himself up in the cockpit and killing everyone on board? Condemning an attack on innocent children going to school was all we could do?
Let's look at the 'good' things in life to be fair. Chirping birds in the morning, a cool breeze blowing, a hot cup of tea, a job to support everything you care about, a note from a lover, an old pic with friends, watching your team win a match, a good haircut, a lovely bed time story and many more. Karma? Religion? God? Good and Bad? I am not sure where do I place my faith upon.
Instances of infinite possibilities, and our desperate attempts to connect the dots together to find the meaning of life. There is no law, no science, no morality, no meanings, nothing, unless we make it to quench our thirst for rationality.
What's the whole fucking point here? The world is random, explainable over intervals not as a whole.
Faithless,
Wandered-Lost-Crazy
Me: Hey, momos are good, where are you from.
He: (squeaking) Nepal.
Me: Oh! I am sorry to here about the earthquake. Is your family up there?
He: Yeah.
Me: How are they? Is everything fine?
He: No, we lost our home, it was completely destroyed.
Me: Where is your family now? Who are there in your family?
He: My parents, and they are just there, living under a trampoline.
Me: Any brothers and sisters?
He: I have a sister, and my parents.
Me: Where do you live here in Bangalore? Can you get your family over here?
He: Devarabisanahalli. My place is among the hills. So when the earthquake struck, it destroyed all the buildings and the roads. Being a small place in the hills, they are basically stuck.
Me: Did you get to talk to them?
He: Yes, the day the earthquake hit us, i did talk them. All they said was that they were safe but we have lost everything. The electricity towers are all destroyed so there is no power. So since then, I wasn't able to contact them. Only this morning did i get a call from them.
Me: Are you planning to go back to Nepal?
He: No. There is no point of going back there now. I need to earn as much money as i can and send it to them. Staying here at least I can ensure they get money to buy ration
and other stuff. If I go back, I'll be joining them on the streets and will be of no help.
Me: I am sorry again, hope it will be fine.
And I hated myself for saying that everything will be fine. Enjoying my dinner, spending money here and there, with no one dependent on me, I simply couldn't put myself in their situation no matter how empathetic I was to their misery. "Hope, it will be fine", and those vague words of consolation.
What they have always said...
When the time is right, everything will find its place. Everything and every one will have meaning and purpose. These words are so hollow, so pointless, because we accept everything around us as what is meant to be.
Then one day, you see the front page, ten thousand people feared dead as a major earthquake leaves an entire country homeless. What do you say to the survivors? Everything that happened was meant to be? That God willed the catastrophe that befall upon us? That a pilot wanted to leave a mark in this world by locking himself up in the cockpit and killing everyone on board? Condemning an attack on innocent children going to school was all we could do?
Let's look at the 'good' things in life to be fair. Chirping birds in the morning, a cool breeze blowing, a hot cup of tea, a job to support everything you care about, a note from a lover, an old pic with friends, watching your team win a match, a good haircut, a lovely bed time story and many more. Karma? Religion? God? Good and Bad? I am not sure where do I place my faith upon.
Instances of infinite possibilities, and our desperate attempts to connect the dots together to find the meaning of life. There is no law, no science, no morality, no meanings, nothing, unless we make it to quench our thirst for rationality.
What's the whole fucking point here? The world is random, explainable over intervals not as a whole.
Faithless,
Wandered-Lost-Crazy
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