The man stole a phone, for god’s sake. My auto driver stops, the blessed man who like me, wants to do his selfless act of the day. ‘Stop them sir! Please.’
I look at him questioningly—does he really expect me to singlehandedly stop two scores of an angry mob?
They draw blood without remorse. We stare.
There are times in a man’s life when he is caught between moral introspection and the logic of futility. And then there’s this cavernous lust for social belonging?
Whatever it was, got me to think—do I have it in me to stand in the way of a storm, inane as it may be, and change its course—like the resolute Moses backed by the God’s of our beliefs? More importantly, do I have the understanding to recognise raison d'être and pass judgement on its legitimacy? Under the circumstance of me mustering up enough courage and strength to stop the seething throng of impassive aggression, would it have been the right thing to do? Would the man have been grateful for the mercy and mended his ways thenceforth, or would he have taken his freedom for granted and celebrated it by beating up his wife at home?
For centuries the earth was flat and science was witchcraft. The church was the truth and to reason was treason! And incessantly, man has been arrogant in his intelligence; time after time he has fallen flat to realise there lays a contradiction in every theory he postulates. Does he learn?
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