An intricate world

Lying at home these wintry days switching channels with the remote, I cannot help but wonder the amazingly intricate system that we live in, curse and live in still, and how because of it and despite it, we keep surviving. :-) Everyday the newspapers are full of people contradicting themselves many times over, from the Pakistani establishment to our own Home Minister and dear Leader of Opposition. And last night, as I was just wondering aloud to my mother, if both sides accepted LOC as as international border, called it the end of the Kasmir dispute, and with that the bulk of all things malign between India and hamara padosi desh, when my mom was like, imagine the number of people who'd suddenly be unemployed, the amount of money defence would no longer legally need, and the absolute disappearance of purpose it would mean for so many in Pakistan. And I am still stuck in that reflection. For a nation founded on the vision of hatred against Hindus, on an "us" vs "them", wouldn't the snatching away of a cause in focus cause them to disintegrate, especially when they look at the mess their rulers have put them in, for even in the worst case, Muslims this side of the border are on a whole better off. Whats the fault of common, innocent people, forever victims?!

And while on victims, as condolences, praise, sympathy and all sorts of emotions vent all across India and the world for the victims of Mumbai, and politicians and mediamen alike scamper to justify themselves and find a blamegoat, find something to hide against, the drama of Indian democracy goes on. It all makes for funny television, and sad reality. Sachin Tendulkar's stoic match-winning century and Viru'd blaze was more pleasant television, but then again, only an illusory joy. What an intricate world!