The more you worry about solving a worry, the solution emerges along with another worry. (or) Worry makes you to worry about a solution and the solution comes along with another worry.
ChintaMany struck gold and found a way to live free of worries. After much deliberation, he developed this hypothesis (nether intellectual nor philosophical) to try and find a solution, for a worry that does not bother you, but ignore the worry that bothers you and begs for a solution.
After hearing this hypothesis, he got the reaction what he expected. His friends unanimously named it as a Hypothesis of a worry monger. He did not agree, but understood people have misunderstood one thing - perspective.
Einstein called it a reference frame and Richard Feynman chose to call it "perspective". He bought in to this seemingly controversial naming, which essentially defined the reference frame for perspective understanding. Scared listeners managed hitherto unimaginable sprint speeds to escape farther from his yet to become famous hypothesis.
ChintaMany ran many iterations in his mind to feed his nagging worry- what will happen, when nations manufacture, use, sell and still feel the world is safe for them, though primed to explode?
He knew before coming to the
solution, he should take many steps, careful not to step on to land mines. The DNA
of these nations might have a mutated ‘bullying’ strain. He hesitated to mix biological
marker with ballistic missiles, is stretching it a bit, but...
These nations, afflicted with the COD syndrome use it to bolster export potential, making it easy for anyone to mail order choice weapons. This thriving market comes in handy, to play spoilsport in geopolitical landscapes. If they are upset with the emerging threats, from other nations to their global influence, they practice a variant of the COD syndrome.
Receive the order delay supply, deceive
or supply mismatched weapon platforms, loaded with self-defeating software.
Even among the upset nations, there is competition to claim a share of the COD
market. As a result of this, one side gets support from a particular ‘upset
nation ‘and the other side gets supply by another ‘upset nation’. Both of them
aim to bring the two nations, to their
knees at the borders, when the conflict is at a crucial stage.
ChintaMany concluded that there is only one solution to this worry. “The
nations outside this ‘block’, having perceived threat potential to upset other
nations, should unite and say no to bullying. Games can be played by two sides.
The ‘block’ nations can unliterally impose sanctions and hit these easily getting upset nations, facilitating COD transfers.”
Though satisfied in solving one worry, he stared at another worry asking
him - will the nations in the ‘block’ unite?
The fake and paid news:
With population and
knowledge explosion, the digital world had no choice but to undergo its own sympathetic
explosions. If explosion is the cause the undesirable effects are the effects.
True to this nature, the digital explosion has thrown up debris in the form of influencers.
These influencers, fighting for space to be seen and heard, milk the digital
channels dry. Where else they can bring out their considered independent views
and analysis to get traction and net-earnings?
In the end, unsubstantiated claims and unsupported research findings, as
uncensored digital contents, get released for public consumption.
Instead of fostering cooperation, compassion and build societies sans
animosity and hatred, a few rogue elements corner the social media platforms,
to deepen the divide with malicious and rumour based speculations, without an
iota of accountability. They are bent upon self-promotion, willing to be hired and
be lend-lease mouth pieces for the inimically inclined.
They digitally create “images” and masquerade as
"influencers". They are the digital terrorists. Harping on the
virtues of a client, they throw the client’s competitors under the wheels of
earthmovers. This skullduggery does not disturb their conscience even by a
decimal point. Sensation seekers and gullible elements in the society
subscribe, like and share the views expressed by these influencers. These
influencers walk to the bank and the followers get counted for their follies.
This malady has a remedy - Break this vicious cycle of proposers
spending money, the carrier-digitisers getting the money and the gullible
subscribers buying them lock stock and barrel. If the weakest link in the
chain, the subscribers, decide and walk out of these digital maya, then
discipline will come in to the digital world!
Satisfied with his brilliant solution, ChintaMany started searching for
another worry, but he could not anticipate whether it would be, by post or a
phishing attempt through his password secured and fire-wall protected e-mail?
Not as he expected, a pigeon brought his next worry, though the pigeon
did not know that ChintaMany has started worrying about its plight.
Though not an ornithologist or an avian-biologist, he was closely monitoring a pigeon trying to hatch its egg. To follow its progress and his ideal curiosity, he took photographs once, every day. He marvelled at the military precision with which the pigeon was patrolling the perimeter around the egg. It had cleverly chosen the spot on the sunshade, just beyond the shadow cast by a window AC.
The pigeon must have decided to let the sunlight be a daytime
partner in hatching the egg. Whether the pigeon was counting the day for the squab
(young of a pigeon) to emerge or not, ChintaMany was closely watching the minor
cracks appearing on the surface of the eggshell.
A few days later, he noticed that the egg had moved to a new location,
jettisoning half of its shell. ChintaMany spent some time to reason out, which
one of them could have kicked and pecked the eggshell to open - the pigeon or
the impatient squab? Inside the half open shell, he could see a black, unmoving
mass of the squab. Finally, the egg had hatched. One or two days later and the squab
still inside the broken shell had disappeared from the hatching location. With
heavy heart, ChintaMany took a photo of the disaster zone.
Why the hatching ended in a disaster? ChintaMany set his chariot of
worry on a trot. Then he remembered to have seen a squirrel, running down a
drainpipe and having a look see near the window AC. The furry tailed squirrel
searching for a safe place to add a new member to its family, and must have selected
the niche behind the window AC. Now, he had the villain. The squirrel must have
thought, it would be better to be safe rather than feeling sorry afterwards. When the pigeon was not around, it did some housekeeping
work. Swept off the squab and the broken shell pieces., off the ledge.
The villain had made a forced entry. The immobile squab had no chance to
defend its life, as its guardian angel had left in search of food and water.
The sight of a forlorn and aggrieved pigeon – searching for the squab and looking
at another kind of nest under preparation, was too much to digest. But ChintaMany’s
pity for the loss came with a rider.
Compassion gave way to apprehensions and worries. Simultaneously, his
mind argued with pigeon facts - a pigeon will choose the same spot for bringing
in more squabs into its family and will make the surroundings unclean and unhygienic,
with bird droppings and nonchalantly spread diseases. He is now worried if he
sympathises with the pigeon, he will be encouraging a menace. If he sides with
the squirrel, then he will be encouraging “pigeoncide.”
Overcoming grief, will the pigeon attempt to use the same location, once
again? Will another squirrel wait to invade that same space or the pigeon will
be lucky, the second time?
Readers, give him a sympathetic reading and leave ChintaMany to stew in
his own pot of worries, lest we will also be joining the race!
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