Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields which have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes, greater than the illustrious heroes.--Victor Hugo (Les Miserables)
I may come across as a totally insensitive, selfish, attention-hungry, blood-sucking vampire to many or all of you. It is only because I am one.
When I was young boy, my mama used to tell me, “Always remember this, son, it is the crying baby that gets the milk!” I have remembered that well. And milk is something I cannot do without. So I cry. As much and as loudly as I can. Which brings us to the point of this little post of mine.
I was not like this before.
I was like you. Dignified, quiet, and hardworking. Committed to myself and my brethren's welfare. I believed 'to earn one's daily bread by the sweat on one's brow' was the right thing to do. I toiled without complaints, believed in the kindness of my brothers and sisters, and waited for the good to come knocking on my door.
Day after day, night after night, I waited. Just like you do. But nothing happened. The world moved on. Without as much as a 'thank you.' If it was a good night's sleep that was to be my only blessing, that didn't come through either. The tin roofs over my head leaked in the rains, and in the summers, were too hot to sleep under. If my body was betrayed, my soul didn't feel too blessed either.
I was invisible to the world then. As you are today. To be silent was to be ignored, sidelined, walked-over, mistreated, and forgotten. To be silent was to cease existing. To be silent was to accept the ignominy of being considered being dead while still living.
That is when I realised my mama was right. And I decided never to be silent again. Now I cry. And I get fed. More than my fair share. Everything is wonderful in my world now. But then I see you. I see you do exactly what I used to do once upon a time. Believe in the kindness of your brothers and sisters. Toil till the sun goes down and wonder why nobody invites you home when you have to sleep under your leaking tin roof. Maybe your mama didn't tell you the secret that mine did. You got to cry if you need milk.
So cry.
This world is as much your's as it is mine. Do not let any one tell you otherwise. You have toiled for the whole year here and what have you got to show for it? Nothing? The hours at the keyboard, pouring out your heart and mind... the hours spent on other bloggers space trying to understand, the commitment, the sincerity, the earnest comments you left behind, and at the end of it all...
Inhale deeply, fill your lungs with as much ammunition as you can, and cry. Let the world see what you have got. Don't wait for other's kindness or pity. Pry it out of the miserly-fists that deny you your rights.
What is your's by right is not to be accepted as alms. It is not for someone to hand it over. It is your's to take. There's pride in that conquest. Do not hesitate. Do not wait. Come forward and say, “This is me. And this is mine.”
Even if it is a mention as a 'Blogging Individual' in the year that is about to pass us by. Forever.
I salute you, my invisible friends. Let's not remain invisible anymore. For history is not made of silence.
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Good Morning too all of you
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But dont you think you ought to first determine the 'real' condition before you start dispensing medicine?
Or just not end up like a case of old school headmasters giving regimental lectures to a class of rowdies that aint even listening?!
That - even I cant understand.
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Hello Achi... :-))) That was some ranting, you did... you could have as well posted some nice lyrics there you know..LOL
I hear you loud and clear. Thanks for showing up. PEACE to you too!! :-))
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supriya, I expect better understanding from you. But hey, it's totally my fault.. if you fail to live up to my expectations, I cannot blame you, can I? :-)
You should never underestimate the depravity of human soul. Sometimes it's an illusion that keeps people going forward.. :-)) And I, .... I just try to be of service, whereever I can. :-))
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Usha, you have a point. Though there is a world of difference being a crybaby, crying wolf and crying to get things done, I will not go into a systematic analysis of the same at this point... :-))) After all, you were talking about what people will 'see' not what the truth is? :-))
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vishy, damn it, man... why do you have to be so chivalourous and all, all the time? :-)) A very happy and peaceful new year to you too, my friend. :-)
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g_madhuri, Happy and peaceful New Year to you and your family too! :-))
womanslove, Yes. Let's celebrate new year with joy! :-))
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Palahali, good to see you here. That book you mention reminds me of Nikos Kazantzakis's 'The last tempatation.' It is a very 'humanized' look at Jesus Christ. And of course, for the same reason, created quite a flutter in the literary world... If I am not mistaken, it was even banned in certain countries. :-))
Wish you and your family a wonderful and peaceful New Year too! :-)))
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Hi Mojo
Thanx for the inviting note first of all.
For the post...well wat makes you think we r sittting silent..and not doing or 'crying' for wateva reasons u have iven...let that be worldly affairs or blogging or making peace...etc..etc...
In fact using the brains at blogs and reading understanding others is also a kinda making some noise...to spread our voices...our words...on creativity...on worldly affirs...on knowledge sharing..Isn't it. BTW what did you specifically indicated by he term being 'silent'...is it writting on the BLOGGER OF THE YEAR stuff... i guess i smelled that thing in what you said...or wanted to say...indirectly disguised in the clothes of some modesty... Wateva
The message for the communal bonding and lending our hands for the job of Human side of us is very appreciating...other stuffs apart..
Sometimes...keeping silent for things where shoutung or 'Crying' is not required or needed is better... the results or output comes directly for what you do...on your deeds..there only the work matters...not the recognition or fame..or wealth or any of the materialistics stuffs... Its kinda Human reparcation... there are lottsa silent heroes on the globe...and jus ike Nargis Mam had said...You too prefer to be someone like that....An Obscure Hero...but with a style...Something like this...
"Wild Women at the Back Door...My wife is calling at the front door...
Bloody money in my left hand...and they are pulling to shale my right hand..
They made me a sinner...They made me a winner.." -MLTR
Well it wuld give u the title of 'Saint and a Sinner'
Anyways its good that u get ur milk by crying..but that dosn't works always...crying and shouting 'Me..Me..Me...I..I...I...!!'
Liked the call for the communal harmony and social upliftment...hope it comes true..Amen..!!
so on that context...Nice post.
Take care and keep making Noise...as you love doing that...I will put on ma earpads.. ha..ha..
Peace
cheers Achilles
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Okay preacher, but dont evangelists preach illusions for God? You missed that point, dintcha?
ROFL
Whatever you keep thinkin Mojo? seriously.. :))))
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