Ropar Diaries – When I started eating the last piece of onion

When Day Zero was declared in Cape Town, perhaps, diaries were written with blood; seeking one more chance to respect the plate when it will be full, people started counting for the day when death would slowly consume them; shattered dreams  filled those spaces of the barren land, which dream of rain, and die of thirst, perhaps, that night was black.

Death is the only absolute truth, and humankind has realized it, for when the Cape Town crisis happened people in other parts of the world were already halfway through their predicted day of demise, they were and are preparing for it.

As a teenager, I had many things to care about, which has made a great difference in my life; updating the Facebook wall, choosing dresses for parties, keeping account of trending celebrities, ignoring the less considerable things; food, water, air and every fundamental entity that is the reason of my existence. Revelations, of course, are sudden, a small boy picking up food from litter made me question my existence, how false I have been all this while. Whilst I was learning to find my way through the plate, I had a brief conversation with one of the seniors of the college where I was enrolled in the summer internship program, Basil M. Varghese, a young man from Kerela working on a startup on virtual reality, who finds solace in nature. Contradictory, isn’t it?

From technology to nature, we touched upon every subject which influences humans and which humans influence (which is absurd since we do not make even an iota of difference in the cosmos). The mess at the college had a big container in which students were supposed to dispose of the leftovers. Though it was a significant measure to collect the waste, it somehow increased the waste.

It took away the embarrassment of keeping the plate in the basin with wasted food.

I discussed my opinion regarding this issue with the senior that made him recall a story about a man who left his job after seeing an under-nourished person eating his own excreta (I later realized that the man was Narayan Krishnan, selected as one of the top 10 in “CNN Heroes of 2010”).

Maybe a drop in the ocean won’t help but what if I become the ocean?

Only extreme conditions make us think and act; unless we have a price to pay, who cares? The world today is shrinking and expanding at the same time, it’s all grey. Perhaps, everybody is not meant to be Narayan Krishnan but at least everyone can play their part, even if the contribution does not matter to others, it does matter to you, so why not?

I now try to eat every bit of food; also the last piece of raw onion even if there is no daal to dip.

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