“The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.” – Victor Hugo
Ever wondered what this world would have been like without you? Probably not, no one wishes to lose existence. And that is maybe the factor which has taught us to live with all the good and bad this world has to offer. We can’t make anyone or anything disappear, no matter how much we despise them. In fact, at times, we are made to disappear by them. Irony, you know!
Well, maybe you haven’t, but I have. Yes, I have considered your disappearance. Please don’t mind. And you shouldn’t also, for this thought will but remain a thought forever. Fortunately, I have also mused about your existence at the same time. I ain’t that bad, am I?
It pains me to say, but nevertheless, you have been one of the most indispensable and unavoidable part of our everyday life since time immemorial. You bring colour and fervor to our usually morbid lives. How? I’ll tell you how. What you do is, when everything keeps going smoothly and monotonously, you peep in. And lo and behold! You spread your wild tentacles all over the place and strangle the poor creatures. But, fortunately (maybe?), you are kind. Or maybe it’s a god-gifted quality that you possess. Even when your grip gets tighter than ever, your prey is entirely unaware of it. Even as you enter his system, he is ignorant. Peaceful. Then gradually you begin to take over all of him. Now, there’s no getting away No matter how much he regrets, pleads or bleeds, your brutal clutches are indomitable. And in the end, he is all but ruined.
Looking on to the quirkier side, you also do things quite bizarre. You render your prey quite naïve. You make him act childishly. Under your spell, he often does things he would not have done otherwise, whereas, he seldom seems to mind doing them. Sanity takes a sharp turn. Thoughts are blocked and blurred. And reality lies unfathomed behind a thick curtain of pernicious dreams. These are dreams which envisage things you make them to. These dreams dream of a ladder where the dreamer climbs up only and only by pushing the others down, suppressing them and fomenting others to do the same. That’s the ideal you make your prey follow, don’t you? And by the end of the day, he loses the capacity to climb the ladder at all. Sad, but true.
You destroy relations. You make friends foes. You transform innocent souls into shrewd crooks. You kill any clear, progressive element that arises. You leave your prey blinded from all the bliss he could have cherished without you. Bless the innumerous things you do! What could we have done without you! Maybe, half the things that have occurred from time to time would not have existed without you- both the good and the bad. You are the creator of a chequered world where the black blocks are genuine and the white ones, illusions. You are an integral part of mankind. You shape us as who we are.
I am indeed at a loss of words to express my gratitude towards you. You are vital for our survival. The only flaw in you is your health. It’s a pity, indeed, how your health has deteriorated with time. The unhealthier you get, the more toxic your tentacles become. Otherwise, you are the perpetrator of all great things, great men. You are the source of verve and vigour. So, with utopian dreams, I can only hope that you get well very soon.
Another awe-struck admirer