Monday Musings: Hunger was their crime!
They knew the hungers that afflicted them just too intimately. After all they carried it with them as they walked towards their end.
The hungry of food suffer many times over. The beginning is always that croak in the stomach. One after the other. With time the croak become feeble because now the hunger has reached the mind. The stomach tired and exhausted, knowing fully too well that its plea have not been heeded to, gives up and call...s upon the mind. Hunger rises up in the mind like a snake uncoils itself. The fangs are bared menacingly. All other thoughts recede. All those who claim the power of the mind and sermonise on human capacity to control thoughts must try to be hungry. They will realise the hollowness of those claims. The mind cannot think of anything else but a few morsels. More than the body, the mind needs the comfort of food. Finally and in some sense the worst part of hunger is that it does not even allow you the comfort of sleep. Food becomes the theatre of the nightmares.
They knew the hungers that afflicted them just too intimately. After all they carried it with them as they walked towards their end.
The hungry of food suffer many times over. The beginning is always that croak in the stomach. One after the other. With time the croak become feeble because now the hunger has reached the mind. The stomach tired and exhausted, knowing fully too well that its plea have not been heeded to, gives up and call...s upon the mind. Hunger rises up in the mind like a snake uncoils itself. The fangs are bared menacingly. All other thoughts recede. All those who claim the power of the mind and sermonise on human capacity to control thoughts must try to be hungry. They will realise the hollowness of those claims. The mind cannot think of anything else but a few morsels. More than the body, the mind needs the comfort of food. Finally and in some sense the worst part of hunger is that it does not even allow you the comfort of sleep. Food becomes the theatre of the nightmares.
He who was hungry of the stomach walked into that hotel to purge himself of that hunger. He was looking for solace.
The second hunger is the hunger of the soul. Wish he could describe what a soul was as he walked up those stairs. He did not knew his soul – neither did he knew anyone else who knew of it. All he knew was that his life, like everyone else around him, was all about making the ends meet -all kind of ends which resolutely refused to meet. He was no longer sure if the ends were ever supposed to meet. Sometimes he thought to himself if things one day becoming better was yet another story that has been invented so that we do not become crazy. It was morphine that they gave to numb the pain. His hunger was that of hope. Walking up the stairs to this place gave him hope – to carry one. It was a morsel for his soul.
He who was hungry of the soul walked into that church to purge himself of that hunger. He was also looking for solace.
The bombs took them both – and their hunger too. I am not sure if they got time to wonder if it was such a crime to be hungry!
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The second hunger is the hunger of the soul. Wish he could describe what a soul was as he walked up those stairs. He did not knew his soul – neither did he knew anyone else who knew of it. All he knew was that his life, like everyone else around him, was all about making the ends meet -all kind of ends which resolutely refused to meet. He was no longer sure if the ends were ever supposed to meet. Sometimes he thought to himself if things one day becoming better was yet another story that has been invented so that we do not become crazy. It was morphine that they gave to numb the pain. His hunger was that of hope. Walking up the stairs to this place gave him hope – to carry one. It was a morsel for his soul.
He who was hungry of the soul walked into that church to purge himself of that hunger. He was also looking for solace.
The bombs took them both – and their hunger too. I am not sure if they got time to wonder if it was such a crime to be hungry!
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www.mondaymusingsbyguru.blogspot.com
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