Robotic humanoids, an alien breed.
Are we talking about these lives? Are we one of them?
I was in Mumbai recently on a personal commitment.
In the early hours, around 5:30 AM, when most people are asleep or busy with their morning chores, I was escorted by a friend to a corporate hospital. I expected a few deserted streets and few people at that time of the day.
I saw a swarm of thousands of people of all colours and attires, running in one direction in a hasty gait. They had expressionless, mask-like Parkinsonian faces.
No one looked at each other or made extended social gestures.
Where did they come from and where are they heading? What kind of life are they leading?
I was told that in the late evening this hoard would be on the other side of the road, heading home.
I am sure they were some kind of robot, or perhaps an alien race called ‘Homeosapienoids’. Are they robotic humanoids?
Gosh! Are we talking about life?
Life starts at 4 a.m. After performing a robotic monologue ritual, they slip their insolent bodies into cotton attire and hurriedly gulp down a quick snack meal. They then rush to a designated spot on their commute using the cheapest possible means.
By late sunset, these humanoids rush back to their meagre rendezvous and by the time they come to terms with their family members, it’s bedtime.
After depositing their weird and tired bodies in the confines of six by six feet of living space, they melt their desires and emotions, waiting for the next day to come.
What kind of world are they living in?
This kind of life can’t be by choice; it is a compulsion, a hand to mouth lifestyle.
Ain’t we the inmate animals of a weird jungle? We live to reproduce and slog to fill our tummies with food.
Yes! we are … Truly, we are an evolved race because we cover ourselves, unlike the naked animals and birds.
Our souls are naked with nothing left in them. We are forcefully performing our mundane mechanical duties like machines.
The compulsion is to survive and produce a progeny that will have to slog even harder in the present state of burgeoning population exploitation, as the population continues to grow and grow.
Think of a swarm of honey bees that have just one motive — to collect nectar and make honey. They have one tract of the mind, and one logic to perform.
What are we doing with ourselves? Is this our life? or, so to say, living a life? — The thought sucks and torments me.
Where is there room for love, emotions, passions and relationships in this kind of living? Who has the time to deal with this aspect of life?
Will there be a catastrophe if people decide to change their perception and way of living?
Unfortunately, we are ultimately a rat and are conveniently running a full marathon with other rats.
I hope Pide Piper will drown this race and thus help nature come up with a breed that actually understands the meaning and philosophy of LIVE LIFE.
