Amol is a small kid. He has the freedom to live. He is an offspring of a pave dweller who struggles through the day to eke out. Amol’s parents work in different sectors wherever they get the opportunity to earn. The labor they share having an exchange value, ensuring them to survive with their only offspring Amol. Their life bears no dignity and neither they are aware of it. They just simply exist. They feed Amol and treat him with their utmost fervor, not knowing in absence of them, when they were engaged in their daily work, how he lives. He usually beg to satiate his own desire. People passing by, felt pity on him by observing his innocent look and they offered him with their permissible booty to keep his joviality alive. This is how Amol grows in an ambiance which is compromised with hygiene and health, yet he survives out of his unique inbuilt immunity, enables him to thrive with vigor. Thus he grows up in vicinity unlike the normal and usual child grow.

Suddenly a group of people who are focused with a notion to develop the livelihood of the children living in the pavement appeared. They started to work with the children living in the pavement and schooled them with books, pencils and other materials to educate them with a goal to harness human resources for the benefit of the nation. Amol is too eager to learn and his fancy is with the drawing with pencils and colors they offered. But the parents of the kids when come to know of such endeavor of a social welfare group, they felt annoyed as their kids won’t abide their command in due time and they won’t be desirous to contribute their labor to reduce the burden of their respective parents. Their indignations pave the way for many parents to disintegrate their ward from such mission. But Aloke’s parents never deter him and he enjoyed their association to hone his skill in drawing and paintings.

However, Amol learnt from them the importance of education , expressing his strong desire towards the concern organization and felt elated of their company which share sheer empathy towards them. His level of intellect induce them to assist with utmost care and they pursued Amol’s parents that his fancy with jubilation will find utterance of him out of their company and eventually force him to achieve his pursuit. Without much dismay his parents allowed him to be associated with them with an aspiration that Amol will become a star from the odd lot to achieve success which they never tested before. Hence, he nurtured his skills and potentials by reading, writings and drawings, a form of expressions to be addressed with distinction.

He eventually resorted to learn the art of painting. His paintings in due time drew applause from every section of people in the society he was living. Thus he became famous out of his prodigy. One of his painting which depicts a picture of a crow sitting on a top of a earthen pitcher which is obviously a cliché one to the spectators, where the crow being thirsty wanted to drink the water at the bottom of the pitcher to satiate its thirst. It devised a ploy to drop pebbles continuously unless the water at the bottom rise enough to quench its thirst. He quoted with his painting “Survival of the fittest”. His rendition is truly excellent and accordingly drew plaudits from the people and enables him to earn enough more than his requirements. His parents even felt too proud of him and thought they are the only facilitators for him to thrive with flying colors. His success eventually eclipsed his misery, sufferings and struggle only to survive and sustain. He later shifted with his parents with a palatial comforted zone and tend to incline with an attitude where he simply ignored his past which was utterly clouded with sheer darkness.

However, Amol being a young boy with dreams and hope as well having confidence enough to promote his art works with distinction and even craving to be remain immortal after his demise. He subsequently marry a woman of her choice and started to enjoy a livelihood with luxury and comfort. His wealth started to increase in volumes. He now started to believe that whatever he possess in terms of mundane affairs, it is enough to buy anything to satiate his soul out of the exchange value he receives from his art works. He simply marooned with worldly pleasure and enjoying his life with vigor.

Suddenly, one fine morning he heard of an invisible organism causing huge menace and taking toll of innumerable lives. An epidemic is engulfing he entire world any numerous people are dying. He felt utterly petrified of losing his life as well his wealth which he has garnered out of his hard work. People are dying quickly being infected by such virus and eventually “Lock Down” being declared by almost all nations to protect lives, where surprisingly livelihood took a back seat. In his vicinity Amol cannot see anyone and none even intend to interact with him, keeping him isolated too. “Isolation” , “Quarantine” , “Contentment Zone”, “Social Distancing”, “Work from Home” any many more, being a social being human hardly came across such intriguing vocabulary. Human quickly transformed into sheer inhumane. He too was forced to incarcerated himself within his own ambiance along with his wife and parents. He even started to ignore his love an adoration for the women whom he love most and who is his wife too. He do not like to ingratiate with her too! He was so much petrified with an invisible enemy that it appeared in his slumber and made him nonplussed! He started to believe his destiny is only death and it was supposed to emerge with in haste. Subsequently he experienced a disgraceful death!

From Amol’s own drawn picture of a crow, who noticed water at the bottom, the very essence of life, which triggered the creature to work hard to acquire to ensure its thrive became an irony for his own life. He simply dies in an idle state out of sheer fear!

In reality, Aloke lost his visibility and sheer darkness loomed on him. He lost his life out of ignorance which acted like black hole to absorb his joviality and vibes and its trace on nature’s floor. He became oblivion to all his admirers in and around him, who offered large booty for his work of excellence.

Quality too can be shadowed by quantity and the furor being caused by regarding epidemic unceremoniously ended his journey of life abruptly. An exquisite prodigy silenced perpetually. Mass eccentricity being derived from a phobia of pandemic ushered his quick demise.

Life itself is a reflector, enthralled by packets of energy to excite and explore and manifest its grandeur with an intriguing roar. It creates and procreates with a never ending phenomenon like waves we observe in the sea shore. But, if we close our eyes, darkness will only loom to deprive us from the beauty nature endows to soothe our spectrum with varied colors owing to light energy.

We will become moribund and helpless and we may just extinct silently, if light energy do not infuse us with an unique configuration and our embodiment with its intriguing might!

Death is not an end, but a script with a new route of a never ending odyssey. Life, we human only celebrate it as a matter which continuously evolves and construe our perception only complex. We human only define with our complex vibes, but hardly could realize life never ends. It just evolves with an inherent quality with varied manifestations which we worldly creatures hardly could gauge its potentials out of its rolling traits. We human just celebrate with our confused and bemused exuberance. Life itself is flints to carry fire and having capacity to lit and glow. It bears the testimony in a living cell, where Mitochondria, the power house of a cell kindle light and glow and flow with a distinct gravity, where push and pull, both are associated to usher a spark with serendipity!

Gravitational force is truly a boon to us.  We can visualize everything in and around out of its phenomenal touch.  But we cannot the existence of Supernova, Nebula, Asteroids and Meteorites  and myriad heavenly bodies in the Universe which composed our human body politic and I wonder how mere fear can script our obituary! Really it is an enigma that what if fear made up of! It is having the simile with mist and fog as well smog around Nebula to camouflage our vision with anathema!

About the Author

Debasish Majumder serves as a Ambassador at beBee, Inc. Global Goodwill Ambassador and Featured Contributor at Bizcatalyst 360° Image courtesy of Getty Images.

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