My dear 7th billion child!
(Following article was written on the birth of 7th billion child)
Welcome my dear seventh billion human member to this uncertain world by becoming a part of the most inquisitive species, human beings, on this small, stifling earth surrounded by filthy hydrosphere and enveloped by polluted atmosphere thanks to our own obscene habits of consuming and destroying everything. The day of your arrival was celebrated with a blend of joys and worries for obvious reasons—joys that we have survived to see this bloated population on this tiny, over-burdened planet and worries that how this planet will further vomit its potential to make you survive further in this age of viruses, pathogens, wars, weapons, hunger and destitute. The other worldly ways of acting, modus operandi, on this earth, mainly religious, will further stymie your mental growth and physical vitality to act with freedom and creativity. The earth is running out of its capacity to feed human beings as they have progressed by cracking the necks of other species and twisting the face of nature in the race for survival of the fittest. Their lust has given way to new forms of anti-natural microbes like viruses and bacterium. With them came new forms of deadly diseases and pathologies like AIDS. Dengue, Saars et al. Religious demagogues stupidly ascribe these menaces to humanity’s deviance from divinity. The sky god is a destroying us, they say. It will almost certainly be suggested to you that the answer to the question of origins requires you to believe in the existence of a further, invisible, ineffable Being "somewhere up" in the sky sitting on his throne and moving strings of universal actions by his own hands. That omnipotent creator is incomprehensible for us. But you will be made think over a heaven with unlimited erotic bonanzas and unending virility bestowed upon you by the grace of that sky god.
The incomprehensible god, you would make believe, made the whole universe by his magical power. Scientific black-holes would turn into oblivion by topsy-turvy religious stories predicated on the myth of Adam and Iblees in Islamic fashion or creationism or creationalism or sin-redemption dichotomy in Judeo-Christian traditions. Finally a culture of honour, a dangerous thing of every time, would be imposed upon you in the name of religion or sacredness. Do not come into the trap of these hallucinations. Once they get you, they will form part of your faith for good—inescapable, not like truth, but like jail. But you have to rekindle the power of your imagination at every step as the Beatles sings the song, “Imagine there's no heaven/ It's easy if you try / no hell below us / above us only sky/ imagine all the people living for today”
Historically new modes of productions have produced new styles of master-slave relationships amongst human beings. Master is a social teacher with equipments and technologies of power, production and control. Slave always remain a cog and prey in those tools and technologies. You, my dear baby, might not be taught in thy schools these things as you might get well-entrenched into bourgeoisie ethos or ideologies or propaganda or their discourses for their own comfort. This world is composed of two human blocks—powerful and powerless. The obvious choice would be before you: either to be a moral struggler for the well-being of all inhabitants of this earth most of whom are powerless or to be a complete, docile subservient of bourgeoisie’ power for good. The god of sky will do nothing for you whether you beg in the guise of prayer or give charity in the name of goodness. Goodness is nothing else than love out of sympathy as says Spinoza.
In this small over-bloated place with variety of people, you will face a challenge, a race for comforts, solaces and resources. Those who have already grabbed all these possessions with them will not relinquish at ease. You will, my dear baby, have to spend either a lifelong in struggle or attain a docile, subservient demeanour to attain a slight slice out this grand spoil contained into the cartons manufactured by paupers’ skin. The choice is yours only. I would just suggest one thing only: use your reason only. Human reasoning may be bumpy or shaky, but that is the only way-out to bring man out of the shadow of ignorance and tyranny. Lastly I would like to sing a song of Pink Floyd for you as its lyrics go as ‘on the turning away/ from the pale and down-trodden/ and the words they say/ which we won’t understand/ don’t accept what this happening/ It’s just a case of others’ suffering.’
Be brave to face all these realities!!!