Turning a blind eye

“A person can explain anything to anyone if he can explain colors to a blind man.”

Its a hard, dark world for someone with no eyes. They see no light, no colors, and the beauty of nature is forever elusive to them. For them, everyday is a challenge, a struggle and a fight to stay equal with the rest of the world. The battle only gets harder as they are bereft of one of the most vital senses a person would need. Each passing day is dotted with a hundred bumps into people and things – sometimes embarassing, and many times, painful. But, I believe God has His way with life and everyone are created equal. When He takes away something from someone, He’s sure to have given them something greater to mask that loss. The real challenge for a blind person is to discover that uniquity in him/her and exercise all their efforts to excel in it. The brain-seed for this post was an incident that ocurred in the bus (on my way to college) that left me contemplating for a long time:

This happened two days ago. I was pretty late when I left home for college that morning but thankfully I managed to get on to a bus without having to wait for long at the bus stop. I managed to find a seat close to the door and settled down. A few minutes later at a subsequent stop, a blind person was helped into the bus. The person folded his ID cane and groped for something to hold on to. I got up, held his hand and guided him to my seat. While this was happening, another person who was standing in the bus thought I was going to get off the bus and had taken my seat. I told him that I had gotten up to help the blind person and asked him to vacate the seat for him. The person said: “Oh, I’m sorry I did not see”, and he gave up the seat. I said it was okay and helped the blind man sit down.

What struck me then was that a person with normal vision does not appreciate its true value. Also, that God, when He created people blind, expected the other ‘normal’ ones to help. Of what use are your eyes, if you do not use them to help a person in true need of help?

I’m pretty sure that a blind man will not be able to read this article of mine, and on the contrary, I hope the others who do will understand that its their moral responsibility to help and I hope you would consider donating your eyes – like Pavan urges everyone to. Its a good feeling to know that someone is still looking at the world through your eyes, even after you are dead.

(Thanks to Suda for letting me know of this clip’s existance on Youtube.)

Hungry Scruples

One of the most discussed (or should I say – disagreed upon) topic is that of vegetarianism. This has always been, and I’m afraid, will be a green discussion topic. Anways, this post comes as a reply to Pavan‘s post – A what-tarian?, which happens to be a reply to another post by Vimal. (I kinda like these linked posts! 🙂 )

Pavan mentions two sides to the argument, one the vegetarians’ where he mentions Sentience Quotient and the fact that many vegetarians literally hate non-vegetarians. And the non-vegetarian’s argument that man was originally a non-vegetarian. I’ll address both these issues below.

Firstly, I’m a vegetarian too; but I wish to elaborate. I’m a vegetarian not by force, not by the bounds of my religion nor by any fear. I’m vegetarian simply by choice. A choice that I’m happy about. And also, I’m not a person to judge people based on their food habits and start hating them instantly, which sounds n00bish anyway!

I totally agree with the Sentience Quotient, and second the idea that no animal should be killed for food! Also, if you did that, what difference would there be between a man and a wild animal? Especially when the man is gifted with the power of reasoning and he refuses to use it! However, I condemn the act of vegetarians hating the non-vegetarians; I wouldn’t hate them. I’d be sorry for the animal which sacrificed itself to satifsy someone’s pleasure of taste. Secondly, I know people who are very uncomfortable with eating with non-vegetarians – which is completely understandable and I find nothing wrong in they expressing their uneasiness. Though the way they do it matters: they could try and ask the non-vegetarian to move elsewhere (which can be pretty offensive to the latter), instead they themselves could stay away from the non-vegetarian until his meal is complete. Also, if its a friend, they can try and make him understand that he is killing an animal when there are better ways to satisfy his hunger; I doubt if that will work anyways. At the most, it may result in another argument and finally as a post in another blog elsewhere. 😛

Coming to the point that man was a non-vegetarian from the beginning: Man was a nudist, hairy, and a smelly barbarian too. Why change everything else and retain the eating habits? Only because of the momentary pleasure that the taste brings? It is also accepted that any nutrient that is obtained from animals can be obtained ‘vegetatively’; one exception being animal fat – which man doesn’t need by the way. Also, man then was scientifically illiterate and ignorant. How can such a comparison be even speculated? With all due respect to whoever supports this theory: Does it mean that they are still so?

Its sad though, when non-vegetarians use milk and silk (LOL! They rhyme as well! 😛 ) as points against vegetarians. Firstly, there is no killing for milk. Secondly, I’ve heard people say using milk is stealing a calf’s food. To this, I can give you an image of what really happens since I’ve lived close to a cow-shelter for almost all my life. When the cow gives birth to the calf, for the first 30-45 days, it secretes very thick milk much higher in nutrition. This milk is not used by people. The calf is fed only this apart from a few supplements, until a stipulated period of time, probably until the calf can walk on its own. After this thick milk, the cow gradually starts producing normal milk. This is when the milk is used by people. And by which time, the calf is ready to eat the same food as the cow. (This information is not a citing – its from what I have seen to be in practice)

Then, the silk which is obtained from an insect – silkworm. I have to say that all people share the same mindset towards insects (apart from a few queer ones who eat them!). I may sound a little blunt but, don’t you kill a mosquito or a swat a cockroach when you find one lurking in your house? If I found a way to make money from them and bought it from you and if I killed it, would it make any difference – at least, to the dead insect? And silkworm rearing has been in practice for over 3500 years now and there have been no great impact on the bio-diversity of nature because of it.

On a concluding note, just like Pavan said, I only hope that someday people would understand and change. 🙂 I’m sure I’ll be disagreed on a lot of points. I welcome all your opinions – just keep them vegetarian! 😀

P.S:
Scruples (n) : An uneasy feeling arising from conscience or principle that tends to hinder action.

Been a while

Its over a fortnight since I posted anything on my blog. 😦 Just that my ideas don’t get translated into writing and many times gets lost within my brain! Of late, there have been a lot of things that are keeping me busy.

  • Prosoft Studio and Free100MbHost: Both are ventures by a friend of mine and I’m helping him with what I can to make it a profitable success. 🙂
  • I’m now an administrator at DNTemple, which actually demands a lot of my time nowadays. Still like it; its owned by another friend, and he has invested a lot into it.
  • The newest additions to my addictions has been World of Warcraft, shortly, WoW. I play on a private server, ’cause I cannot afford $15 (especially, on a game) to play on the official server. The gameplay and graphics are amazing. The game as an enchanting ability to keep you hooked for a long time. 🙂
  • Besides, my semester exams are fast approaching with so much left to do. Project, internals, I’ll have to let go of my online-life for a while. 😦

I’m posting a new poem ‘The Lone Crusader‘. This was a poem which I wrote when there was a huge clash between my friends. I did lose a lot of friends that day (the poem subtly says a lot about it) and in a way I’m happy that happened; I got to sieve the true friends amongst the impostors. What happened then, I guess, is a different story for a different day. 🙂

Things are looking better.

The huge row at college seems to have quietened a little, with the principal asking us to submit apology letters signed by our parents. Seems really silly and I feel like I’m being treated like a school kid. But this probably what I get for playing like a school kid at college! 😛

Wonder why are all principals short-tempered?!

Into Deep Sh**!

A lot of things happened on my birthday (yesterday) and today. We got caught playing inside college and we were accused of bunking the classes. We did our best to defend ourselves with the truth, which is the fact that the classes were actually canceled. But it is certainly not helping much. I’d rather not say too much here right now. Don’t really know who all are reading my blog! :O Let’s see how this is going to end. 🙂

Besides, I got a denim jacket for my birthday presented by Bluemistwar, Adi, Silveron and others. Its great. It fits me just right and looks great over light colored t-shirts. 🙂