People say man maketh everything and it is true to a refined extent and false to the extent of the coarse and the blemished and rests entirely on the society's vocabulary of sense and senselessness as cultural traits or modernity’s take. Maybe man’s duty is to perfect what is around him.
Hailing from a small town like Trivandrum to Mumbai was not
a dream come true to me. I cannot remember when I stopped caring for my
dreams or aspirations in life. It was the dreaded clutches of a long
psychiatric melancholy that put me into the uncertain position of a destitute;
life had no pulse other than staying passive in my own recluse of inner
insanity where I craved for outer sanctity. There were many who said man maketh
religion and god; I differ now, the man just maketh money and money, knowledge
brought of money and his pride does the rest. Here in this scenario of modernity, we see man assumes the form of the supreme creator as he becomes a product of
his own logical analysis of scientific evidence and eventually concludes that
his logic made the Universe in his pride. Maybe apart from Science, it is also
the duty of man to make religion and god perfect as he does with his life
through money. But unlike science or economics religion is not something to be
studied as it has to be lived even if it’s a small city or in a large city
like Mumbai. It is a process of following a routine in worship and following
festivals and religious celebrities and follow religious laws with due regards
to customs and traditions of the land and it is our duty to study the vast
numerous sciences, arts, laws, and sacred murmurs of this land.
When I studied Bombay I found out that most people are high on the city
lifestyle and must be more proud to be in a bigger city than the rest of India
is, but that doesn’t change the fact that this city doesn’t even count for 4%
of the mass of India even if the 4 great Metro cities are combined together.
Most of the Mumbaikars are living office or work lives far from their hometowns
making it big or small in a huge city like Bombay. Some strangers here whom I
have seen have made it big, some fell, some made it small and many returned not
finding fortunes but daily bread and many might have perished too and it counts
all sexes. Anyhow it is certain that Mumbai is not a city that kind to its new
faces.
On my way here on the train, I noticed a lack of rush in the good spirits of the
city because more than a city Mumbai is a dream that makes its millions awake
for a chance for the next day. There was no rush for the concrete structure
that the city was anymore; maybe the fear of Covid is making people at bay.
I do not fear here for I know my hopes of finding a fortune as a job at this
juncture of my life is even low. Maybe Bombay has no gains for me this time
other than seeing all those floating faces which are totally new to me in the
streets of Mumbai. I don’t have any hopes not because I quit from life but
because the race doesn’t seem fair, worth, or senseful as of now. People usually
say “ Do what profits you” when in reality it's only learning truths that is
going to profit you and not learning about thing’s that profit – a reason why I
skip more when I read, not because I am absent but because a man lacks truths in
his published written words. So adios Bombay-the city of dreams; you have no
dreams to sell to me.
