Reflections

Mourning in the morning
It was not just last Sunday and its not just The Times of India. Every morning, day
after day, all the newspapers bring us gloomy stories of corruption, deceit, agitations,
of accidents, murder and rape.
I will leave it to psychoanalysts to tell us what this does to our collective psyche. But I
have a strong suspicion that this subtle never-ending assault on our sensibilities numbs
our senses and after a while, ceases to move us. After all, how much can the mind
take? In due course, we become cynical and on reading about a new case of corruption
saying 'Chalta hai' and on seeing another photograph of murder, say 'well, it is all a
part of life'.And if the world is really so gloomy, why do we wish to live and enjoy our
lives in this world?
Write about gloomy happening by all means, if they do occur, but present them in
proper proportion and perspective. After all, we laugh more than we cry, so why not
tell us about some funny things which happened the previous day? And surely, there
are more births than murders. Why not have pictures of proud parents beaming at a
new born, rather than of relatives grieving over a mutilated body. Surely, more people
make love the night before than commit rape, so why not give tender stories of people
who find joy and happiness in each other's arms. More flowers bloom every morning
than trees felled the previous day. So, why this gloom morning after morning?
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