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Life - The Lockdown cum Curfew

Life - The Lockdown cum Curfew
DK Kapila
Yesterday we stepped out for a short walk. It was late evening and the breeze was chilly. We also visually confirmed that the presence of fellow humans was limited on the roads of our locality. One needs to be careful but then it also gets into the system. What a day to experience that the presence of fellow human beings brings caution to mind.!
On one particular road it was so very silent and quiet that it was unnerving. Rather an uncomfortable feeling rose up from within. Just around 730 pm or so, maybe 8 pm. It was as though nobody was around in the world. Just roads and houses neatly laid out with lights on. The mind then plays tricks and you tend to remember some movies which were centred around such themes. It was creepy to use such a word.
In fact the first and foremost thought to be brought up in mind now and most importantly is that we are safe and strong. More important to me is cherishing the thought and retaining it, the thought that our world, or my world would go back to where it was just a few weeks ago. A few changes here and there and a some modified restrictions for some more time. But life as we knew it, as we invested in, would overall be the same. That thought and positivity is what shall sustain us through. It’s a must.
I may have reduced my venturing out to restaurants recently but right now just a thought of a glass of something at a pleasant cosy place with nice finger food is playing around in my head. Maybe just a good ice cream. One needs the touch of normalcy and the illusion of it Atleast.
To survive and certainly logically so we are under restrictions. This huge nation has it’s own well known challenges. The rational mind accepts this. But then alongside you also realise that life is at its most basic now. We are assured of access to the essentials, Vegetables, fruits, the foodstuff and the like, milk and bread and medicines. Maybe a mark up is there but the supply is there. But the choice and the freedom to pick and choose is now restricted. That is something not easy to just be comfortable with. That is how we are wired now. It is not that one thinks this through but that the thought just pops in by itself.
One nation was careless, maybe a trifle too uncontrolled in its dietary preferences. Lax controls and a rather too great a sense of itself led to a series of missteps and look at where we are. Just shrillness and aggressiveness will not hide the fact that one nation inflicted such damage upon all of us. But we need to look beyond this and hope and pray, rather be confident that human civilisation as always will move on and certainly so. As it has before. We were just a trifle too confident about ourselves. That illusion is gone for a couple of generations now.
The world is one. Certainly not. At the first sign of trouble all have shuttered themselves. It’s a siege. We might as well say the United Nations exists because it has to exist. When the world ought to have united in it’s response, it chose by isolating itself. Atleast to me that seems the perception. Hopefully this shall change as the challenge is immense.
Just by the way, I wonder in just how many ways you can exercise every day ! And keep at it. And retain a calm mind when each media channel only screams just how under equipped we are on medical infrastructure. The fact of many recovering is just a foot note. We have to rationalise this. To retain our positive thoughts and mind.
Read up. If not done so. Move around. Within the mind. Pray, if you can and so inclined, It helps, Meditate, Be active in the mind, The World will reset. As always. It has to. The idealistic will say too much consumerism and ambition and greed brought this about. Maybe in a small way. But in the middle of polio, small pox, influenza, diphtheria, tuberculosis, typhoid etc the world evolved and moved on. I think we will now also. Let us pray on it.

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