PXylem

By Pranati Saikia, NEW DELHI,INDIA

Life starts with a cry; it ends with a sigh; we go on striving until we die.

It all started when I stepped into this world from my mother’s womb. Oblivious of my prenatal existence, I sought to memorise my mother’s face, my father’s voice and whoever came near me to take me in their arms to cuddle me and to make me smile.

Gradually, I toddled behind my mother’s walk. Holding things with my tiny hands, my steps firmed with steadiness and affirmation of my individual existence, having separate being and a strife to survive. With the passage of time, I strived to be something and often in those heavy moments, my heart asks self with a silent heave “What is life”?

It embraces us ever since we took birth and made us holding it tight as if it loves us. It captivates us and we move to its times, dancing, singing, crying, passing through trials and tribulation to accomplish it. Its magical illusions cast spell on our wisdom and made us addicted and intoxicated. Soon we forget our real self rather we forget life also in its real sense.

Nevertheless we all love it, for life makes us alive. Despite of its dreary courses and enervating strife, life is precious with all its raw beauty and profound mystery. One cannot deny, however, human life today witnessing plight of being standing at the verge of existence. Materialism has given birth to commercialization which has made man a commodity and human life a market.

Consequently, competition and professionalism has given rise to market value and utility. All these together devaluate the divine essence of humanity. Modern human society is the blending of complexities and amenities. Man is bewitched with ever-increasing allures of materialism. Though he has made immense progress by means of science and technology, his life has become mechanical. His constant pursuit of material comforts has made somewhere his life suffocated.

It is time that man has two entities humanity and animality Gathering both entities, he leaves no stone unturned to be the survivor. Often, in his strife, he makes random and blind moves, diabolism over-possessed his humanity and he inflicts pains upon his fellowmen. Yet he feels pride to be the killer of humanism just for his own benefits and motives.

Heinous crimes, blood shedding, rampant corruption, hypocrisy, inhuman manifestations, and deceptions have made human life bleeding to death. Nature has made everyone unique and no one can take the position of other. But, we human beings are prejudiced and biased. We favour differentiation and disparities on the base of caste, creed, religion and even region too.

Life is God’s gift. It is all-pervasive and never-ceasing. Ideas and philosophies mould life. Actions and deeds interpret life. We live it with desires, passions, dreams and aspirations. We work hard and make efforts to materialize our dreams but we ought to understand, life is wayward, flows in its own course. Ultimately it leaves us alone to seek it all again. It is short but we have to make it large by compassion and love, cause love makes life colurful, beautiful and blissful, not the materials for which we kill ourselves and our humanity.