The world didn’t end? Really? Who says? Who says that the world didn’t end? Humanity itself has ended. That’s it. How else are we supposed to define the end of the world? So sad that this is the kind of end the world had to come to. No meteors, no furious volcanoes, no trembling earthquakes, no gigantic tsunamis. Just something as disturbing and terrible as the end of humanity.
The Delhi gang rape. The Connecticut shooting. The children killed in schools in Chicago (http://www.alternet.org/news-amp-politics/260-school-children-killed-chicago-3-years-where-are-tears-them). The China school knife attack.
Really. What kind of a world do we live in?
So this is our planet. Where people wield guns and knives against young, helpless, blameless children at their will. Where people blame rape on the victims rather than punishing the offenders. Where we all remain silent spectators, not able to do much unless it’s us on the other end of the news.
It’s so easy. So easy to pick up a newspaper and go ‘tch, tch, what’s becoming of this world?’ So easy to flick to a news channel and feel some tears prick at the state of the world and then conveniently change the channel to Star World. So easy to tell someone ‘be strong, you’ll make it through’. So easy, until it’s you on the other end of the news. So easy, until it’s you who they’re talking about in the newspaper. So easy, until it’s you who has become one more statistic. So easy, until you know what it’s like to be on the other end of the news but the world doesn’t know that you belong there.
I have more to say but time is not on my side right now. Some other time, some other time surely.