tryst with barbarism...

Sometime saw the movie titled ‘Planet of the Apes’ - about someone’s journey to future when the World would be ruled by variants of apes.
Besides the technical marvels and cinematic oeuvres what startled me more was its strong allusion to a graver fact…..it unobtrusively spoke of our imminent tryst with barbarism….and metaphorically referred to a time when our basest traits would come fore to rule……reversing the evolutionary course!
No, we may not look like apes…but will definitely start behaving like them. 

Now, what exactly incites these self-deprecating grumbles?
A smug shop-owner, upon being refused a glass of water by a minor boy - who happens to work in his shop, gagged and tied and put him inside a gunny-bag as a gentle measure of punishment for his refusal.The act evinces a host of bitter facts. We all lend ourselves to baseness in varying degrees. Some rule them … and some are ruled by them!
I cannot oppose child-labor, as often the child happens to be sole bread earner for a family where asking him to give up working may take a social movement to fruition but would tantamount to effacing a family. There is nothing wrong is asking someone to work on wage, the way in which you treat them and their work makes the difference.
Affirmation of our anthropological superiority is, somehow, closely incumbent on the faculties like love and tolerence. I understand, the shop-owner would have trouble acknowledging that!

The Outside Affair...

Welcome to the world of Grays!
Neutrality grants some convenient liberties. Despite not being a proponent of it I've lately been consciously spending some quality time reading on ‘Extramarital Love’ - not just gleaning data on it but trying to understand the facts (and fictions) around this societal taboo (supposedly) ailing the World for ages.
Living in a world smitten with so much of hatred, I cannot rebuff any relationship that binds … as it only brings people together though at the cost some split elsewhere.
The moot point is – does the newfound relation postulate the denial of the existing ? Does that ask you to severe an unfeigned bond or to deceive someone (in turn yourself) and blame it on 'Love' ? Love is natural and infallible...and not a recourse to justify wantonness.
Extramarital affair is largely rampant amidst couples with relationship issues - as either partner tend to scout the coveted ‘shoulder' for sharing ‘Life' - outside the existing. We all, consciously or otherwise, look for concordance, try to embrace that is apparently pleasing to oneself, and as soon as we identify the source (animate or inanimate), we cling to it. I believe, falling into something as natural as relationship cannot be contained by any social measure…..as that connotes ruling ‘Minds’ – something that is so decidedly insusceptible to any earthly dictates. If ever tried, it entails revolts ... causing worse.
Why do we look for ‘the other’ person? Primarily, having found the present relation incapable of consummating the needs – be it mental or physical, people look out.....Instead of trying to cure the wound, they unwittingly resort to amputation.
But is the ‘other’ love real ?....I mean can we really fall in an inopportune love – despite being sworn to someone. And do we tend to define/delimit emotions to social advantage? 
Is love so intolerant? Tough question!

calculated misadventure...or adventure miscalculated

It's apparently suicidal!
Am I asking myself to tread the path that tripped me time and again? Perhaps so! Lest I shouldn't have taken to writing - just to perpetuate the fleeting thoughts.
Sometime, I had had the habit of putting down my observations - and then,one fine morning, I just quit it for some reason hitherto unknown to me! It seems, the quitting was as sudden as the beginning! I really didn't start it with some lofty mission. And so the forsaking didn't actually entail any overpowering compunction.
The pain surfaced later,much later. And I slowly began to sink in quicksand of selfpity - the indignity of leading a life just like another creature began to take its toll on my psyche. I was almost smitten by a delusion of adequacy - it was no short of death!
I would have died had I not rebounded this way! Writing for oneself is quite like filling an album with precious photographs - the gives you a means to look back and reflect.
So lets try writing again - and I believe I will never fall short of subject - as the world I inhabit never ceases to surprise me!