“Ya su gaamuk ma wichayothan; yim ha che shaitaan aasaan; tim ponssi ditnaya ati wapas yim wozum as’saith ditmit.” (Hey, did you see that rural guy; theyare deceptive; have you received the amount which you had lent to him) were the words being uttered by one of my boon-companions.
I felt it be a vituperative statement that was against the ethical grounds of a human—I goggled at him for being so indignant towards just another community of us and asked: “dear, what prompt you to throw brickbats towards him?” The injudicious reply that he gave was, “ema wchi shaitanas taarmich; yi asi cholmut!” (they have plotted even Lucifer; he must have absconded!)…
On asking him of the reason behind comparing a man with Satan, he seems to be beating around the bush— couldn’t defend his own statement! And in the meanwhile, another man (not known) popped up in front of us with tearful eyesand said, “what have we done? what you see inferiority in us—or just to prove your superiority you stoop to such levels that comparing a human to Satan seems a norm these days!” the unknown man added and left wretched!
I left the place with being perturbed to a high degree by virtue of calling mypal, the rural friend a ‘Satan-Plotting man’, and too by the tearful eyes of that man who, before leaving, offer some the then points onwhich we need to ponder.
After a couple of days, another friend of mine, who seems to bein dire need, phoned me and asked if I could lend him some ‘three thousand rupees’— because of the fact that I had no money available at that very moment; I replied to him, with utter dismay, that I have no money to be lent out. I would see if I could arrange the said amount, and let of know accordingly.
Subsequently, I pocketed out my mobile phone and dialled the number of my ‘Gamuk!’ friend (To whom I had lent some amount of money). However, at a stretch, it whimpered“the dialled number is switched off”.
Various disgusting thoughts sprouted in my mind of him, and I—’being against this unjust calling someone by names’—even began suspecting him! And, talks of my friends returned to my mind: what if he has absconded? What—amount is huge, I had lent him as I trusted him — has he shown his true colours?
The thoughts provoked me, and I depart for his home to beat the crap out of him!As I was walking the way, ‘I see some white thick lines of dust on the edge of the roads, and a line of vehicles; people going towards his home’ I did talk to myself why are these things here? It seems that someone has died?
I further recourse to probe into the scenario, and what I come to hear ‘breaks my heartgives me Goosebumps—I was in great affliction!!…’ “My nephew has died some four days ago” replied his maternal uncle when I asked of his whereabouts…..
Many voices emerged from inside me, threw, some words which I couldn’t answer — You were wrong! You were wrong! You were against calling by names, yet doubt & made a ‘baseless inference’, not an iota of evidence sought – without knowing anything thing, on someone to be the fraud, who actually has shuffled off this mortal coil (appeared dead to me later)! Is it not anact of wickedness too? And, I left the place, questions unanswered!
In spite of living in such a modern era, the unethical things still prevail. Bad-mouthing and baseless inferences have been the one which has gripped the world to the hilt.
Calling by names agonises the victim.It makes them cry to boot.It ruins their day…
Some with good qualities, at times, amount to dothe irrationalthings too(making baseless inferences without getting to know what the person is going through.that, in fact, is the most unfortunate part of the narrative).
What need of the hour is to refrain from committing the unethical, illogical things. The sooner, the better.
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