As the Election trumpets blow, a Professor of mine says – ‘Outsiders have a greater depth than an insider’. A flock follows another flock by meagre knowledge of Ignorance. Power seems pompous to display without knowing that it too have an End. By setting for less, we lose much more. Confronting an external enemy seems to be heroic but battling internal enemy is when ‘India Faces India’. Goodness at one end bites the other. The crowd, as a stoic Object, faces each other – without knowing that Good to oneself is goodness to others. This is the time when dissent arises; few for a cause and few to keep History alive.
As I look at Nature, I find animaginary but stark similarity between Pigeons and The Crow with this Biggest Democratic Festival.
On fairy tales and Street Rules
As Citizen look for a meaning beyond them where one wants something which the other doesn’t; when exercising franchise become their strength of display, I tried to find the answer between the pigeons under the shed and the crow in the Fort-Wall!
The crow sits firm and intact; he is composed and not hurry to find its food.He keeps a patience look, not wanting to jump into the road side bins. Neither does he look for the grains to be thrown for them to perch upon. He is prudent, ardent and strident.
The pigeon on the other hand hides and chase shelter. It plays like the tune of a fairy tale. The pigeon loves self, finds its own shelter point. It waits for the dawn and the dusk for the food to be served by Un-identified caretakers!
The crow on the other side takes strength from his ugliness. He is robust, thoughtful and decisive. The crow knowsthat cawing is a sense of satisfaction. He doesn’t compare himself with the tune of melancholy. He establishes a rhythm with nature in his own ways. For him routine is dull – he is not destined to follow straight routes.
The pigeon tries to explain his friendliness. He hates to tune with others and also hates to share shelter. He dances in the tune of grains.
The Crow says “Look at my rough body and peached caw, that you humans always dislike and get drawn with the beauty’. He says he is courageous and congenial at the same time. He does not dance to the dropping tunes of food. In fact, he cleans the society by jumping into left over trashes.
The crow is natural. He understands loneliness, pain and perseverance. He is a master of all dustbins in the area. He cleans. For him everydayness is aberrations when things are constant. He knows society is not Green and Clean neither society likes to be. Society has its own argument and anxiety – the Crow lives into it.
The pigeons become a signature of a city. They like to be relaxed, unsentimental and posh.
The crow on the other side scavenges around. He captures the poignancy of nature. They are the voice of majoritarians. They don’t babble. The crow is an embodiment of his ownself. His body language is honest and straight. He did not need to persuade other. He is submissive, humorous and real.
The nature, as referred above, draws a sense about the whims and fancies of Electorates. We draw democracy from the sense of both of a Crow and a Pigeon.
Democracy is such a tool that even if Leaders fails to perform duties, people have the ability to protect themselves; if they perform they get repeated.Like a crow, they have the ability, power and composure to clean the Society.
Electorates do not keep silent to History. One senses the need to ‘Stop-Not’. Argument does not mean yesterday’s desperation, it reflects tomorrow’s hope. They are story tellers of their own kind. At 70 years, our Elections are not about the chapters in Manifesto, it is now the harvesting of ideas, the pluralism of hope, the attitude to rise and the substance beyond self. India is young & impatient – and that’s what the upcoming Election signifies.
(Works in a Leading Corporate Firm and a Social Worker)