Yesterday, I heard a kid’s vocal recorded on a cell phone. Ere, I was about to compliment, someone said that the kid was an abandoned destitute making his living singing on tut to compliment, someone said that the kid was an abandoned destitute making his living singing on the street. Knowing this, a torrent of sympathy and compassion flooded in me.
Both marvelous and woeful thoughts took over me. It was stunning to hear such a dulcet vocal and simultaneously woeful to know about the singer’s fate. Somewhere at the hind of my mind, there remained the legacy of Ram Krishna Dhakal but at the fore persisted a feeling of a talent being wasted. At some sulci there also prevailed a sublime feeling of ‘attempting to uplift the kid. Knowing this, a torrent of sympathy and compassion flooded in me. Both marvelous and woeful thoughts took over me. It was stunning to hear such a dulcet vocal and simultaneously woeful to know about the singer’s fate.
But wedging down deep into the mud and slush of opinions, I started being hopeless. I started acknowledging my feebleness. Soon, it was a different feeling sowing over me. Smugness started hovering around the mind. Sublime idea started to mutate into self-centred stinginess. It was like, who really gives a shit when my own life has been screwed. What’s my enumeration even if i help the kid? There are millions of such children and what’s my business to care of such. This appetite of enumeration has again started to germinate after a quick session of graceful thoughts of empathy. Probably, there are phases in life when we tend to be abetting. When we are kids with secant knowledge of the basic human instincts, we tend to be charitable and benevolent. As we grow up and get acquainted with the basic human instincts we start getting remote towards nobility. We see, we understand, and we get abided by the creed of greed. As, we start getting white streaks of hair or bare scalp and when death start to seem eminent again this dormant trait of benevolence starts to rejuvenat.