(I
had written an article on meeting the challenges of Corona which the daily
newspaper, The Prameya published in its editorial page. An old gentleman, aged
seventy plus, had heated arguments with me over telephone. This piece, a story
is written on his telephonic conversation, published in The Sambad under the title
TALIBAN)
Sajay was sitting in the
balcony and looking at the road. It did not rain for the last two days, though
it was rainy season. The afternoon sun was sliding behind the distant mountain.
The authorities had opened the park for the last two days, but people were still
afraid of going to the park. There was fear in the air. Covid infection, in its
second wave, was receding as the government statistics said, in the state and
the country, but the number of corona infection and casualty did not reduce, as
expected, in Khurda district. There was also talk of the third wave coming. The
government had assured the people of its preparedness to meet the challenges of
the third wave, if it came. Since the denizens did not go to the park, they did
their walk on the road or on the rooftop, in the morning or in the afternoon.
Most of the people who were going on the road by his house were known to
Sanjay. They looked at him sitting in the balcony, and few of them also talked
and exchanged pleasantries with him.
A gentlemen rang him up.
He picked up the call. The gentleman said, “I read your article published today
in the newspaper.
That day, Sanjay’s
article on meeting the challenges of Corona was published. Many known and
unknown persons had been telephoning him and appreciating the article since the
morning. A few readers were also discussing on the issue on the points raised
in the article. Sanjay said, “Thank you! Where are you calling from?”
(Meeting the Challenges of Corona)
The gentleman said,
“Speaking from Cuttack, but why are you dragging the God into your article?”
The article criticized
against ringing bells, worshipping Corona as a Goddess, performing Jajna or any
kind of religious rituals to ward off the Corona virus. Sanjay said, “The
purpose of the article is not to believe in superstitions like worshipping Corona
as a Goddess, but to have faith in science, in doctors, in heath workers. The
scientists and doctors will drive out corona, not any kind of religious rituals
or occult practices.”
“It’s okay. But why did
you write not to have faith in God?” the gentleman asked. He seemed agitated.
To argue against
superstition, and in support of science, Sanjay, in his article, had quoted Dr
Rieux of the famous novel The Plague of Albert Camus. Dr Rieux said at one
place in the novel, since the order of the world is shaped by death, it would
be right not to believe in God. Rather, we should struggle with all our might
against death without raising our eyes towards the heaven where the He sits in
silence.
“Yes, I have quoted Alber
Camus, from his novel, The Plague. Albert Camus has won Nobel Prize for
literature,” Sanjay said.
The gentleman said, “So
what, if he has won Nobel prize? Knowledge of a man is not complete. He belongs
to the western world. He may be wise and learned, but he does not have any idea
on Hinduism, does not know Sanatan Hindu Dharma. He does not understand the
God.”
“By the way, what’s your
age?” asked Sanjay.
“I am at seventy-three.”
Sanjay said, “I am
sixty-two. At this age of ours, I can’t change your views, nor can you mine.
Better we should not argue. If you don’t like the article, just throw it away.
You must be reading good as well as bad writings. It’s a bad story for you.”
“No, I can’t simply throw
it away. It’s a nice write up, your arguments are convincing,” said the
gentleman.
Sanjay said, “You
contradict yourself. You say it’s a nice write up and on the other hand, you
question why I should drag the God into it. The article is on the God and Death,
beliefs and science, of course, with ref to Corona.”
“The article does not
have any impact on me, but it may influence the common man,” said the
gentleman.
The arguments of the
gentleman irritated Sanjay. “I can’t help you. I write what I believe. I desire
to influence the people by my writings. If my writings have any impact on the
people, I consider, I am successful in my effort,” he said.
The gentleman was furious.
He shouted, “No, you can’t write like this. I hate the talibans. But I think
now, we need talibans in our religion to protect our culture and religion, to
keep faith of the people in Hinduism. Hinduism should have talibans of its
own.”
Strong wind blew. Black
clouds gathered in the sky. The light went out. Sanjaya came from the balcony
to his room. He closed the door. He cut off the phone.
Talibans had already
formed government in Afghanistan. The Taliban government had declared there
would be no democratic rule in Afghanistan. Saria law would be in force, the
women could not come out open without covering their face with burkha. The
Talibans had killed a woman for wearing skin fitting dress. They cut off the
hands for alleged crimes, beheaded accused, without a hearing in the court.
There was rain and storm
outside the house. There was no current; the room was dark. He did not know
when the power would be restored and he would see the light. Sanjay was sitting
alone in the dark.
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