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The Tragedy of Life (Slice of Life)

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The tragedies of life seem far away when I am sitting in our verandah listening to the birds calling out to each other. We have put pieces of ‘chapati’, and the birds are coming to eat them. Except for the chirping of birds it is a quiet moment but acts of violence and the resulting tragedies are happening at the same time almost everywhere. I wonder why is it that there is security for many people and no safety for countless others.

At the other corner of our country the Rohingyas are streaming in from Myanmar and Bangladesh. They are not wanted by anyone. They are labelled as illegal immigrants, security threat and are not considered as refugees. These are just labels. They are human beings who are suffering. What must their lives be like, specially the women folk ? Why do such things happen?

Some time ago we read about very young girls sold, in the name of marriage, to old sheiks from countries around the Persian Gulf. The parents of these girls and their other close relatives are committing this crime. It is as if being a girl is a crime. She is not wanted by her parents, sold off to be abused by the ‘husband’. Children are raped and many a time killed. Nothing happens to those who commit these offences. The victims are ones who suffer. Why do such things happen? There are no answers to so many questions.

As I am writing this, I am hearing news from Las Vegas, America, about the mass killings. So many killed and injured by one gunman! Why were all those people killed? What did the killer hope to achieve by murdering people who were enjoying music? If you remember a similar thing happened at a concert venue in Manchester in May this year.

History is full of such incidents. People killing for its own sake and enjoying the act has always been a part of human life. That is our tragedy.

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The Tragedy of Life (Slice of Life)

 

By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle.
We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books but now I am learning to write fiction. Sunday photo fiction is fun and challenging.
Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. I am doing something in my own way. Twice a week I go to a home for the mentally challenged . This has enriched my life.
There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made life so much more richer.

10 replies on “The Tragedy of Life (Slice of Life)”

You’ve touched on questions so many of us have – why it is that humans wish to hurt or even destroy one another. The answers are myriad, certainly – everything from simply not caring, to not valuing lives of others, to mental illness, to outright hatred. I watch children meeting each other for the first time, making instant friends, how one child will draw another into playing, and wonder where along the way the internal barometer becomes so broken that it can’t gauge our appreciation and need for each other anymore.

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Sadly so You’ve touched on questions so many of us cause – why it is that humans wishing to hurt or even put down one another.

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