This is a
crazy world. While Mayans created a lot many splendors for their posterity to
admire and extol, what drew the world’s attention was that capacious calendar
which the Mayans simply used for fixing public holidays. The peculiarity about
the Mayan calendar which sent a shiver along the equator and hemispheres above
and below it is that it augurs the end of world by 2012. The day I was
enlightened about this, I slapped my forehead and wondered how prudently I
could’ve invested my engineering college fee for something less pedantic and
more enjoyable. Nevertheless hackneyed this phrase might be, I strongly believe
that it is better late than never and consequently I’m thinking of asking for a
refund. Since the day this prophecy came into limelight, every morning my
father grabs the newspaper with a sense of foreboding and, on reading some
vexing news like a gory murder, a heist or about a terrorist who could not put
off the craving to blow up a train, inhales loudly and invariably says, “Kalyug
has arrived. End is veritably near”. From the tidbits of knowledge I possess on
Hindu mythology, I believe Kalyug started when Mahabharata transpired. Never
mind. It’s a reaction aptly mirrored by the thousands around the globe. My
mother, on the other hand, is an unreasonably optimistic woman who wants to outlive
the banyan tree standing right across the street. I would like to believe my
mother but the constant clobbering of ‘end of the world is near’ news
reinforces my father’s belief.
American
film fraternity thrives on the paranoia of fellow human beings. As the entire
world is in the clutches of a common fear, Hollywood comes up with two movies
unmistakably titled-2012 and The Day after Tomorrow. Such movies
provide an opportunity for those men whose one foot is in the grave to get a
general idea of the cataclysmic events which will decimate the earth of its
behemoth population. They commiserate with their children and grandchildren and
wish God had given them an eviction period of a decade or so. These movies
edify us on the symptoms that will manifest before the earth disappears into
the vastness of the universe. Like a hot lava bubbling up somewhere while you
are sipping coffee in the comfort of your house or an ocean waves lashing on
the shoreline of a tiny pacific island. Also, it enlightens us on how to build the modern
version of Noah’s Ark. Richard Branson’s sub-orbital spacecraft Virgin Galactic
would serve this purpose. Needless to say, in that case only the opulent and
the powerful would survive .It is advisable to have several straitjackets on
board to keep the world leaders and business rivals from murdering each other).After
hovering in the orbit for few days, when the spacecraft would land back on this
earth, then bereft of humans, the people emerging out of the vehicle would be
autocrats, bureaucrats, businessman, and political warhorses. With no
territorial boundaries to quarrel for, no business empires to boast about, no religions
and societal dogmas to uphold, may be
then they’ll give peace a chance to prevail.
While reading this article, a dear friend of
mine, who is devout critic of a leading Bollywood actor, opined, “As far as
Bollywood is concerned, the new trend of making those movies with clumsy
superhero itself signifies the beginning of the end of the world”. Point hit
home.