Trees like audience gaze at the progress of events around them. Events, which constantly shape the future of this silent audience, take place at such a pace that anything novel seems to be off beat as soon as it is created. Yearning to be better than the other has left no space for the admiration of an idea conceived just moments ago. Competition as it is called has reduced the element of satisfaction to a mere by- product. No one has the time to reflect on this weird progress of events. It is as if everyone is being forced to see a popular mainstream show in theater without any exit. Such a closed theater continuously taxes upon the mental and physical spaces of individuals in it. In such a chaos, there is always a struggle to reach the stage and perform!
Sadly, no applause but screeching voices of criticism are heard. Yet there stands a silent spectator, a tree, wondering where life has gone. The children, who used to swing on its branches, pluck fruits and make houses, have ceased to exist. Each morning the performers used to look up to him from their homes. Now they look down upon him from their balconies. Birds do visit him, time to time, but in ever decreasing numbers as they have no space to breathe in this theater! Some monkeys stole from the actors and used to hide inside him to fill their stomachs, but they too have forgotten what it was like to eat his fruits. The performers play a role in this theater, which is not their real self; they have got so used to playing it that they hardly realize its implications. Everyday a new performer is born and taught to act rather than to live!
There were times when these trees happily stood. Living souls used to visit this Indian theater and record the beautiful experiences they came across. Mesmerizing performances, outstanding knowledge systems, elegant art and literature were the very essence of life. Perhaps the souls were more rooted to the ground rather than flying in the sky. Travelers like Hiuen Tsang sought after these joys while traveling. Today even travel is reduced to process of minting money. This concept of exchanging papers seems to be central to any activity that happens in this world. To support this, there are norms and rules created by the social gods. The theater seems to be well captured by this so called popular culture, where some sparks of revolution occur time and time again, but as said – “The show must go on”; it really goes on.
The need of the hour is not to put up a counter show, but to free ourselves from this act of performing. Let’s go back to the Treasures that nature has in store for us, which till date were hidden behind the curtains! Let’s travel and experience the life and challenges, owing to our performance, faced by people living close to nature and hence rediscover the valuable.