Perhaps being an ignoramus is indeed bliss. Especially
in a Fools’ Paradise which some compelling but not entirely credible types
claim is what our planet has become. In this blasé and not so brave new world
it is not necessarily the height of folly to be foolish. It might even be for
the best to be a top of the drawer numbskull who has sworn off all forms of
intelligence to better endure the travesty that is life.
Take the global warming crisis for instance. George
R.R. Martin fans are not the only ones waiting in vain for The Winds of Winter,
his long – awaited book, for their Game of Thrones fix, which it is hoped will
make amends for the large-scale trauma inflicted on the unwary by that
disastrous final season of the infamous show. This year has remained face -
meltingly warm in October, which is definitive proof that global warming is not
a conspiracy theory eco warrior nuts pulled out their grass – fed backsides but
an unfolding reality. The intellectuals would no doubt have ingenious and
commensurately mind – numbing solutions for averting an end – of – the – world
crisis but it is better to ignore it in favour of doing something more
enjoyable like wiling away rapidly dwindling time by logging in endless hours
on handheld devices. Whoever said fools have more fun was not kidding!
The heat must be getting to everyone. It could explain
why Russia and Ukraine have been slugging it out without a definitive outcome
barring the burgeoning body count. Hard as that was to stomach for those
invested in world peace, things worsened when a deadly terror strike launched
by Hamas escalated into a full blown catastrophe with Israel, the aggressor and
occupier of Palestine, receiving carte blanche from powerful allies like the US
and UK to engage in genocide and ethnic cleansing which is what they have been
doing to lesser and greater degrees for decades with impunity. Brainiacs with a
firm grasp of the geopolitical situation and awareness that Hezbollah is not a euphemism
for Hamas, would have some inkling on how best to restore peace. But for the
rest of us dingbats, it makes more sense to tune into the cricket world cup
because it hurts too much to see children slaughtered and civilians die en
masse with the ringing endorsement of the so – called civilized world.
Speaking of cricket, while the performance of the boys
in blue has been most heartening, the jingoistic misbehaviour of some of the
home crowd evidenced during the matches against Pakistan and Bangladesh has
been less so. Smart folks have been equating this with the hyper muscular
Hindutva nationalism prevalent today but the fool’s move has been to dwell on
preferred reality shows between matches and mine the harrowing footage of
tragedy livestreamed worldwide for vacuous entertainment. Exploitation, intrusion,
and voyeurism has become the opiate of the moronic masses because it allows you
to snicker at suffering rather than become a part of it. Long live the dunces!
This article was originally published in The New Indian Express.