Why this madness? I mean, I have sat in corporate meeting rooms, in pubs, at home and even on the streets! People are fighting it out just to prove that their choice of faith is better than others. After all, they cant be wrong can they? Abt a few decades back, people were divided by caste and religion. Now, they are divided by the choice of faith and idealogies. And in both the cases, they are willing to die for it. If you are gonna say "What crap! Why will people die for their stupid football clubs?" you are mistaken. Many a gory mob incidents have taken lives of frenzy and maniacal football fans on the streets of Italy, Romania and the likes.
Anyway, the point I am trying to make is - If you belong, u lose the neutral and the most logical point of view. Thats the reason why most of us are not able to think clearly when it comes to our own lives but can very easily and effeciently dispense solutions to others problems. Once the neutral point of view is lost, you will fit the facts to suit your inference or point of view. Thats when the point of contention moves from logiv to passion. Here is a not so small poem about a man who belonged to nowhere or the man who belonged to everywhere I feel:
Hark at the story, that I lay before thee
It isn’t the tale of a fairy, but you’ll be filled with joy n’ glee
I speak of times dark n’ dreary, when men would from each other flee
A tale that would make a few go teary, and tell you that no man is born really free
They say that the world was breaking apart, gone was a single land mass called ‘pangaea’
Small cracks appeared at the start, it was just the beginning of hysteria
The people and the lands drifted apart, these people who were actually ‘familia’
Poisoned were peoples’ mind and heart, by the many so called messiah
They invented flags to fight for, and then they invented religion
Born was the cult of hate n’ war, the spirit of love was all but gone
As hate n’ greed spread into lands afar, began the fight of brain n’ brawn
Kings n’ Priests came into power, this was history’s biggest con
When everything seemed to go from bad to worse, walked in a man so bright n’ fair
So mystical was he that mortals all wanted to chase, but all one could do was stop n' stare
In his speech was he so laconic n’ terse, yet could he conveyed lessons galore
They tried to find his ‘who n’ where’, but couldn’t: so they called him the ‘man from nowhere’
He walked alike on land n’ water, and walked right through the walls
Unstoppable was he by any barrier, the man who transcended boundaries all
The man who was to be the world’s saviour, for him no man was too big nor too small
He wanted to make the world more merrier, so he called one n’ all for the ‘hatchets’ burial’
It was an epic moment for mankind, ‘peoples ’ all gathered under the flag of truce
‘HE’ called forward one from each cast n’ kind, slit everyone’s hand with a knife
RED Blood flowed down each man’s hand, "Between these bloods show me the difference"
With this simple act he reached everyone’s mind, and showed the fight they fought was just a big farce
"Mankind is a mirror broken into smithereens, and when you look at it what do I see?
In every little piece I find an image of your own selves, only that each of you look smaller n’ meaner
Why when all of you laughs n’ cries in the same human way-that in ‘countries n’ religion’ you’re fettered?
Why is it that when one of you cries that the other laughs; Let the hate that lives be interred"
That night they all joined their hands, and partied into the night long n’ hard
As the whole world danced to the beats of a single band, there wasn’t anyone to stand guard
Thus having lent this helpful hand, he disappeared like a ship floating into horizon
The saviour of our lands, away into the 'land of the saviours' he receded
Because "THE MAN FROM NOWHERE" is "THE MAN WHO BELONGS EVERYWHERE"...
