BEAUTY BLAST

BEAUTY BLAST

“Life is beautiful. If you do not feel it such you are a cynic. It can be made even more beautiful. If you do not think it possible, you are a pessimist. Life is all that you can imagine. If you do not know this, your imagination is dead. However, do not be worried anymore. Even if you are not fit, your senses not capable of enjoying all these beauties of human life, or your heart not vast enough to hold all the pleasures, angels are out with your solutions. Be happy wherever you are and say “Cheers”.”
Have you ever seen fire spreading in a forest? Just for example. These words speeded faster than any fire. Believe me; the world changed the next day. Moreover, it kept changing. Every day a few words were changed and it looked afresh. Next day the world was slightly changed. Some people had some problems with these changes. Some complained of its speed. Some had problems with its direction. Some said that it was benefiting the wrong people. Different from all these, some said that it was bringing no benefit at all. “What nonsense! Are they nuts? God help them.”

Problem of speed was addressed with another adjustment in the words. It said that speed is not something to be apprehensive about. Speed took us to the moon. Direction was also not wrong. It just needed to be seen from another vantage point. “Every individual needs to see it from a different point and it’s sure to look equally fascinating.” And for those questioning the very idea of profit; those were hopeless and it was spread that they were fanatics. Humanist fanatics. They were the enemies of life’s beauty. They presented such depressing images of human life that the beautiful image of the world was under threat. And beauty must be preserved. Words were spread that these dissenters were the agents of devil and wanted to destroy God’s colourful world by creating a single coloured world. “It is a monotonous world in the place of God’s world of different musical orders and harmonies. It is a monotonous world and the polyphonic sound of God’s world is obviously much better than that”. Words had to travel much much faster now. Those who had problems with its speed suddenly became great fond of it. It was the basic quality of survival and they realized it. Only they also started practicing how to run fast. Worry about direction was already gone. To silent them was impossible as they were indomitable fools. One option, an excellent and beautiful idea, was their. To make them unheard. A big ding of music and a great celebration of colour was enough to capture the ear and sight of majority . those who were not within the range only those who were either not running with their beautiful world or were incapable of running at all or were discarded as runners after their energy was exhausted.

Despite of all the pre cautions one mistake happened. Whether the ding of music or the celebration, neither was forever. It was to end as any exhaustible thing is bond to be. Whenever that spell of music or light ended a strange melody overwhelmed the world. It had an elegiac tone, which stirred the souls, and suddenly everything green started turning grey and black. Divinely decorated multiplexes, malls, and houses were replaced by the images of innumerable homeless people in the different parts of the world. Soothingly harmonious music was replaced by the distant but familiar sounds; children crying for milk, mothers dying from starvation, fathers committing suicide. Bullets and tanks, aided by missiles and fighter planes, routing millions of human lives, roared into every ear. Everything became still. A dangerous moment for the beautiful world. Multiple musical tracks were prepared everyday and people were also suggested to sing as loud as they can. Special glasses were manufactured and distributed which helped people to see only what they wished to see. And they wished to see only what they were asked by the people with the voice and the sight.
Once a totally new thing happened. News was that uniforms were also made of different clothes. And one cloth valued more another cloth. It was really hot. Everyone bought it. Voice and sight, both had a new way of fighting with the threats. They took all cares of removing the appealing exterior of them and putting a most vicious appearance their. People yoked together without any consideration of height or width and given the same fodder without any respect for the individual tastes. A gross violation of human rights. Denial of free choice. People in the opposite group were told to be thankful. They were given the most precious human right. Complete freedom. Even if they were starving, it was with a free choice. Every day voice and sight (official, to give it a perfect status) came with a new version of “either” and “or”.
New music were added, new voices were added, new sights were added. But still breaks were there. Every track ends somewhere. But the new voices that entered in between, quite interestingly, were also well patterned in a similar order. No more wailings of the tormented humanity. A newly designed harmony to oppose and challang the more popular and old harmony. Only the God was changed. It sang that
Rest of the world was enjoying a better time as they knew the perfect meaning of humanity and human existence.
As speed was increasing, no length of track proved long enough. Creeping in between was too often. But speed had shortened its popping up duration as well. Those who had learned to sing loudly were able to avoid all this confusion. Glasses were helping many to avoid the sudden glimpses of those differently patterned, and promising to be more satisfying and humane, world. But some were who had neither of these. This confusion of voices was proving too much for their nerves. Surrounded with zealously added images and sounds, they felt a strong desire for the freshness of the outside world. No matter if that world was filthy appearing, stinking or oppressive. They wanted to feel the vitality of their consciousness once more. No doors, no windows. They found themselves chained with pillars, helpless and frustrated. Music still ringing in the air. Sounds and images encroaching their senses. One banged his head against the pillar. Blood flowed out. Something real happened in his mind after a long time. Pain made him feel that it was still alive. Drowsiness was overpowering his mind. He heard a faint cry from some great distance. He saw an innocent baby turning into a horrible skeleton. He saw a pure beauty rotting. He saw a stoutly moving body perishing into pieces. He saw….He fainted. Tears rolled down through his blood covered face. Several heads banged. Blood and tears flowed together but with different reasons. Every time it was a “beauty blast”. Voices are out to censor such acts. Super heroes out to preserve the beauties. With headphones and glasses. Blue and red angels(there has been too much of black and white and it is stereotyped as well) are at your door. Receive either of them and have a musical and harmonious life. Free of all worries and confusion. Amen. Amen. Amen.