In the name of humanity

It is not only the excessive exploitative use (or abuse) that has turned the phrase 'love humanity' into a yawn inducing cliche, state characters' routine pseudo performance and non state actors' everyday 'explosive' episodes in the service of humanity have also cured the common man of any notion to advance the cause of his likes he might have entertained at some juncture of his life. Routines are not evocative and stirring. They tire and then exhaust the imagination. If no gentle soul stirs at the outrageous tricks played on the humanity there is a problem with ever lacking definition of outrageous and not with the gentle soul.

Different people have different ways of handling hot potato of love of humanity. Some depend on others to fathom high sea of thriving love in their imperceptible hearts for fear of doing it themselves and not finding anything there. Some not as other-worldly coax their fellow beings to sacrifice their lives for humanity because they are too busy hating it. During lean periods when martyrs are in short supply, they can arrange persons to baby sit humanity for them. This is no mean option because it has added advantage of preventing the humanity from indulging into mischief.

Yet another category of people having slender stretch of mind cut the coat according to the cloth, and settle on loving only as much people as their frail hearts can afford without getting burst with love. They become members of exclusive clubs. Nazis not letting Jewish inferior blood mix with their superior Aryan blood and facilitating it to dry within the Jewish veins in concentration camps (six million Jews perished), good riddance. Ku klux klan failed where Nazis succeeded capitally. Obama happened.

Legendary boxer Mohammed Ali narrates in his autobiography that disregarding warning,' Dogs and niggers are not allowed' displayed outside a restaurant, he still hoped to buy food for two. He had recently won Olympic gold medal for US and believed that the country, restaurant including, were eternally indebted to him for the favor, in spite of rampant racial discrimination of sixties against Afro Americans. He and his friend were hounded out of the restaurant without having been served any food, only to be chased by half a dozen of white boys and a girl sitting at the next table. They could not bear the sight of fair Olympic medal hanging from a black neck. Mohammed Ali's friend out-sped their motorcycles and then made a stand on a river bridge separating slums from plum places, saving the day and Mohammed Ali's remarkable future. Mohammed Ali removed the ill-starred gold medal and threw it in the river where it belonged so far as the young Afro American lad of eighteen was concerned.

Immanuel Kant's saying,' Out of crooked timber of humanity nothing straight can be made.' has not been heeded by many. Chiseling of humanity goes on relentlessly. It is being done by reformer after reformer. New incumbent starts the good work where his predecessor left. History is replete with the do-gooders of every color and creed who abandoned the humanity when death did them apart. If decades long mission fell slightly short of what they wanted to do with stubborn humanity their heirs never lacked the imagination to give finishing touch to the masterpiece work of art begging completion.

KIm Il Sung's un-spoiling love kept North Korea chaste for 46 years and if due to his son's (KIm Il Jung) firm love embrace North Koreans have difficulty in breathing it is perfectly understood. Sons emulating fathers is ages old practice. But people still go to sleep in the hope of getting martyred next day in order to satisfy yet another whim of Dear Leader's perverted nature. Men still make love to their wives to produce shriveled children, who should live long enough to be held aloft in the arms of their emaciated mothers while mass singing the songs praising Kim Il Jung's never abating love of his country. It is being morbid to sense quivering in the voices of supplicating ghost like figures and being reminded of Jesus on the cross ' God! Why have thou forsaken me?'