Monday, June 1, 2020



Hypocrisy All Around The Hue And Cry
316,703 this is the number of people who have died in pandemic 2020. No, obviously this is not even the final number. This is the current number at the moment of writing this editorial. Most of these people were still living when I wrote the last editorial. And many of them thought they had taken enough precautions to save themselves from Covid 19. Just as we are thinking at this time. Even so, we don’t know who will survive till the next month. Such is the case with this pandemic. We don’t know how many of these dead souls used to read the monthly web journal Our Poetry Archive. We don’t even know how many readers of OPA will not be alive to flip through the pages of our upcoming editions. Yes, this is really frightening for an editor as well as for any sensible human being.  We don’t even know whether we’ll survive to continue with our monthly and other publications of OPA. We never know who will survive, who will not. We never know how long this pandemic will continue to wreak havoc on human civilization. We only know in life there is no second innings to play once again like it is in the cricket field.

Yes, it is really the time of colossal calamity. We don’t know whether it is a man-made pandemic for ulterior sinister motives of few powerful men with immense wealth to control the entire world for their business interests.  We are not even sure if it is really a natural phenomenon. In either case we must say we remain really vulnerable without authentic and proper defence system against such calamity. Then what were we doing during last hundred years of technological evolution? We can send our men to the Moon. We can send our spacecrafts to the other planets. We can drop atomic bombs anytime anywhere to kill millions of people. Yet we cannot save our citizens from a tiny virus. Such are our achievements. I think it is (the) high time to ponder over the number of blunders that we have made during the so-called technological evolutions or revolutions, of which we are still so proud.

We don’t know the feelings of a dying patient breathing through a ventilator. Who, even a fortnight before was roaming healthy around his or her everyday life. Perhaps planning for future after the end of the pandemic. Yet fearing that the end of life is looming large lying inside the ventilator. Can a poet catch up with those dying moments of a person full of life and planning for the upcoming times? When actually those times will never come at all, when even the ventilator will fail to save a precious life. Yes, as a human being we should consider that every life is precious. However insignificant it can be according to  the parameters of success in material life. Yet we have failed to save thousands of such precious lives. And did we think how many peoples around the world have lost their dear ones? How painful it is to lose someone suddenly. This pandemic has brought us face to face with some fundamental questions about life in general.

We all know that death is the final answer of life. Time will put its signature on death any time, yet we remain hopeful that we can keep our death at bay for a much longer time. During this time, it is our dream to enjoy life in full. Now suddenly when death is knocking at our door, pushing us towards those ventilators, wreaking havoc on our souls and mind, we can suddenly realise life is much more precious than our usual conceptions. In our daily life we have become much more complacent about our views and opinions of the world in general. When people were dying every day in Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Syria facing those missiles and bombs of the American military and its allies, we never pondered over those uncalled-for inhuman deaths. We have never shown our solidarity with those unfortunate peoples of Middle East. We never recognised their dignity as human souls. We never recognised their fundamental human rights to carry on with their everyday life. We never recognised our fundamental sin, that we never considered their lives as valuable as ours. We have forgotten that each and every life is as precious as others, not much less or much more. We have even forgotten that in order to kill a human being you need to be inhuman yourself. But to save a human being you have to be human first. We have forgotten that it is much easier to kill a person than to save a life. Yet we led a normal life during all those period of mass killings.

With 316,703 deaths, we are shedding bitter tears, considering the world is facing an abnormal situation. But with all those countless dead bodies of unfortunate unarmed defenceless common peoples of the Middle East during the last two decades, we never considered those deaths as war crimes. As most abnormal, inhuman and deadly sins. We didn’t count the dead bodies of those most unfortunate people every day, as we are doing now. We should consider the vital fact that we could have easily avoided those deaths, which we cannot do now against the virus. Let’s accept the hypocrisy of our mindset. When we remain safe from wars, we never bother about the millions of dying people elsewhere facing the deadliest missiles every day. But now when we are facing this dreadful virus right at our own doorsteps, we are crying for human solidarity to save mankind. Such a hypocrite species we are. Unfortunately, our literature germinates from our own hypocrisy… not even our poetry is immune from this sin, hypocrisy.

Let’s consider this vital fact that it is now high time to go through the most important phase of our life, self-criticism. Without self-criticism we can never undo the blunders that this civilisation of material world is repeating on and on throughout the ages. Let’s also hope that post covid 19 era of human civilisation will come out of its devastating blunders. Let’s assume that poets and writers, thinkers and artists all around the world will also come out of their personal lock-ups of hypocrisy only to be more sensitive, compassionate and humbly human. Without achieving humanity, I don’t think our literature will achieve anything substantial. Let’s now pray for us. Not only for our own survival, but also for our human substance, which unfortunately we have lost since long.

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  1. very powerful words dear editor. loved this, life is fragile. whole nation is in great danger, god save us.

  2. Powerful, thought-provoking Editorial, respected NilavroNill Shoovro. Beyond our illusive ecstasy of human survival, their lies the hypocrisy of death and dying at the end of the tunnel. We live in a state of falsehood that we fetch the key of life to eternity. We fail to comprehend the color of reality of pandemic COVID-19. Even the stark, naked truth of protesting in the streets that do not sleep because "we cannot breathe" in the freedom to live.