Chaos, Anarchy, Rules, Democracy

Chaos and anarchy are the petrichor of the approaching rain. Their world knows and doesn’t know. Rules and democracy relegate themselves to texts.

The endgame has culminated in Syria. Gaza and Israel are, where they always were, Russia and Ukraine, one can only hope – what even one doesn’t know.

In India's immediate neighbourhood anarchy is just around the corner. And there are countless turbulences manifesting everywhere.

Then, there are the frustrations of a commoner. This writer is not an affiliate and hence the use of the word- commoner. Religious, political, societal, gender-based, sporting or filmy; each of this person’s associations are momentary.

This person can enjoy a game, vote for a particular leader in an election or move around with no particular sexual or racial group, brandishing as another one, for most of the public appearances. But there is no inherent preference. After committing to these roles, this individual goes back to the realities staring in the face.

A traffic, a road, a spouse, a parental meeting or a job assignment. The issues mentioned earlier will not alter or compensate for the life and concerns of the common ones.

When the world rearranges itself from war to peace, peace to organizational system, system to rules, rules to adherence and order, there is a degree of difference. This difference is vividly expressed at all times in history.

A period of relative stability in political and social order brought thriving of arts and sciences. Otherwise, the world could have missed many great lyrics, ballads, structures & creations.

Meanwhile, another virus threat looms!

And unlike destructive structures dotting this world, no constructive work is insulated from the effects of the former in an interconnected organizational system. From rules to chaos, anarchy to democracy, peace to war, human history has never crossed into the safe territory. Tripping over has been the norm, yet tripping over itself cannot be a habit.

Sometimes, the term associated with the people who observe and know is ‘doomsayers.’ Yet they have been proved right time and again. In warning about coming revolutions to predicting fall of regimes, some voices bordering on the pessimistic strain to be heard.

But the greatest catastrophe we face today is apathy. Apathy borne by a world divided into silos of happiness and sadness. Each is devoid of knowledge of the existence of the other.

My post-graduate cousin asked me what does the term ‘Naxal’ means? This person comes from a place where the activity is relatively more than elsewhere.

This existence of two different universes next to each other has bred forces with vested interest in both, and no solution. Chaos and anarchy don’t seek timelines as do rules and democracy.

One can reside in any belief system, politics, religion or social order-wise. But among chaos, anarchy, rules and democracy the negative two seem to have an upper hand; as of January 2025. If this is the natural order of things, all that humanity stood for will be undone in breathtaking seconds as it has in the above-mentioned places.

Places and people which took getting up and going about their happy or sad lives for granted, might see a new monster rise with them one fine day and there will be no escape.

One fine day, when a new generation is spawned, whatever value systems it will be taught will seek to negate whatever we have built to date - the humanitarian ethos of living.

Then, we recede into animalistic realities where disadvantaged beings, empathy, equality in all endeavours and egalitarian values systems, will only be brutalized every day.

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