Seven hundred kilometres away from my home, Constant depressing news each morning, I in this solitary city speculate the future. I now feel what it meant to be free and what freedom meant for those who were enslaved for a thousand years, and why they fought bloody wars to get it. It was all bestowed on me and now I realize. Staying home all day by one's own volition is not similar to being ordered to stay home. But why I complain about the necessity. When Socrates was asked, "What does a man learn in his life?"He replied, "Complaining, Glaucon."
I don't know when all of this will subside what and who will be spared to read this like I used to read the bloody wars in history- WWI and WWII, recessions, depressions. Now I feel the psyche of people after WWII And why Existential Philosophy evolved from it.
Going out to buy essentials is like walking on a tight rope only a touch here and there and you will fall in the abyss. Yesterday, I heard the news, a man locked for two days came running down the street naked and bit a woman to death. Will our psyche be affected by it? What changes these days will breed in us? The exodus of migrants is walking back to home amid lockdown and walking not for 20-30km but 200-600km. The fear not only of dying with the disease but of hunger, malnutrition is looming in the remote villages.
Turn your neck whichever way, the talks of this disease everywhere. How did the dark age fight the plague? A few weeks ago, reading the plays of Shakespeare, I read in the introduction theatre was closed for two years because of Black death. How trivial it looked to me reading from a distance of five hundred years. But now when I see the cinema, parks, roads, rails, airways, closed in my own world-- I feel the magnitude of their loss. Have we really progressed? Will the future generations will read this the same way I did? Yes, Distance dampens the magnitude. It's pretty late now, perhaps I should sleep now. This quote of Whitman is ringing in my head--
"How all times mischoose the objects of their adulation and re-ward, And how the same inexorable price must still be paid for the same great purchase."
Good Night!
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LOCKDOWN JOURNAL
РазноеThe reality that we evaded till now hitting us vehemently in this lockdown. Contemplation-- the word we have forgotten, is again manifesting itself. This is the daily journal cum essay-- a pastiche of realities missed living in the fast pace world.
