Inspired by a very good friend of mine, a wonderful blogger and Protagonizer too! I love you, Julia :)
There’s a certain song by Coldplay called Beautiful World. The first stanza and the chorus go like this:
"Bones are sinking like stones
All that we fall for
Homes places we’ve grown
All of us are done for
And we live in a beautiful world (yeah we do yeah we do)
We live in a beautiful world…"
This song outlines exactly what I feel right now. We live in a beautiful world. Yeah, right. Our world is so beautiful, that there’s a pastor in Florida trying to burn the book that so many people worship from, the words that so many hearts sing in this world. Our world is so beautiful, that, about every two days, some college student or another commits suicide from pressure. Our world is so beautiful that, on average, two Indians are killed everyday by Maoist terrorists. In fact, our world is so beautiful, that every six seconds, a child dies of hunger.
It’s kind of ironic, you know. Each person on this earth, each government, each city, each country, thinks that they are the greatest. That their world is a beautiful one. That everything that needs to be done, needs to be done by others, because there’s nothing more they can do. That all the problems of the world are caused by others. Well, if you want, you can keep on passing the water balloon of blame onto others. But eventually, someone’s going to get downright pissed off, and just hurl it at your face. And then, you’re the one standing there dripping, while the others will just be smirking at your expression.
It’s kind of ironic. The average American wastes half the food he or she buys. And buys more than a hundred dollars worth of food a week. The food that the all Americans waste in a single day could feed the entire population of starving Somalians for a year.
It’s kind of ironic. The twin towers were bombed on 9/11. At around the time of the festival of Eid-ul-fitr, the festival celebrating the beauty of a new moon. And now, a pastor in Florida is willing to burn the book upon which the faith of many is built, and give Al Qaida a chance to recruit millions of innocent, hurt and betrayed citizens of Islam, converting them into hateful, blood lusting, faithless terrorists. On the day of one of their most important festivals, Eid-ul-fitr.
It’s kind of ironic. India has one of the finest universities in the world, IIT. And what does IIT do to earn that position? They kill. They kill a student a day with pressure, to give the others a ticket to America, or a life of idleness, the life of the revised American dream, what a good friend of mine described as what
“has come to mean a white picket fence, 2.2 kids, and a lifestyle of keeping up with the Joneses.”
A life of wastage, advantage, hatred and oblivion.
It’s kind of ironic. Maoist terrorists in India are supposedly fighting for the betterment of the tribal population of India. The bulk of whom have either refused help, or have taken it and have risen beyond their world of old and have become “successful” in this new world of their. And it’s almost funny how, out of the more than 700 people killed last year by Maoist terrorist, most of them ended up being these same tribal people who they were “fighting” for.
It’s kind of ironic. The entire world is covered in a warm blanket, woven out of lies, the comfort of which no one is willing to leave to try and provide actual comfort to the people too unlucky to be left freezing on top of the blanket. No one is willing to climb out of their hole of fakeness to try a taste of some real comfort, that they can share with the people who don’t even have their fake paradise.
We live in such a beautiful world.