Fortunately, I got an idea for this article yesterday when two completely contrasting incidents happened and which made me realise that the value for life or valuing life if I put it that way is again a quality that does not exist in almost a complete 99.99% of humans. So, let’s get direct and here is incident number one, which happened at school.
Two friends of mine who are friends too fought with each other on a very petty issue that no one seems to recall. The fight isn’t important, what holds more ground is why it happened in the first place and what was the aftermath. So, it started like a very normal issue between two people, a joke gets to extreme and a little chaos happened and all should have supposedly gone to normal. Though, it didn’t. Nothing went to normal. Lets assume two main prime suspects who provoked the fight as Subject B and Subject A and, the people who fought as Subject SS and SP (This subject SS is not the one whom I mentioned here).
Subject SP is a complainer but only when pranks go too extreme. A few days ago Subject SP was bombarded with pieces of chalk (I know this is pretty lame but well, that is also what my school is) by Subject B and Subject A but it got too extreme and so as he was being disturbed in class he asked the teacher to handle it, who in turn sent them out. This act repeated itself almost twice over the course of the week. Having the chance to have a little and useless revenge these two saw the fight build up and started provoking both the parties and the thing turned into a third-party vendetta without anyone noticing the fact. The fight happened when the lunch bell rang and it was nasty. It was a fight I hadn’t seen over a few years and I went in to break it, to be stopped by Subject A and B as it was too entertaining and they thought that I should let it carry. I stopped. A little moment later, I saw blood and I went in to finally break it and pulled Subject SS back while another guy pulled SP back and when the fight stopped, there was bloodshed from both sides though not so extreme but pretty extreme at school level if you ask me. Subject SP had allegedly bit off about 4-5 millimetres of flesh from SS’ finger and SP had a cut below his eyes, again allegedly made by pen which pierce through almost 3-4 millimetres of his skin. He couldn’t open his eye at the moment.
The point being, because two insolent creeps needed their little egotistical revenge, they let two people fight and cause injuries which could have turned into fatal things had the pen landed on the eye, for example or maybe they punched at a sensitive area or broke a bone perhaps. This really makes me sad that people are so insensitive for their ‘entertainment’ that they would not only let such a fight happen but also, stop others from breaking it off.
Let me now, take you through the second incident which is relatively smaller and happened with a much more aged person but at a similar place of learning, i.e. my tuition classes.
The manager is one of the teacher’s father, probably at the age of 60, maybe more. When we enter the place, there is a little space created where the pillar and the ceiling meet and there, a little bird had made her nest over the course of the last month. She had a little hatchling too but we noticed a few days back that it was unfortunately hanging because it was stuck and had died in the same stance i.e. hanging from its nest and it wasn’t removed though it stayed there for almost a week. Hanging. Yesterday, when we reached, we saw the bird’s wing was stuck in the little, dead fledgling and it couldn’t get off. It flapped its wings as wildly as she could but couldn’t get away. It may have stayed there for a while now and then this 60-year-old, too busy to care man enters and sees the bird flapping and trying to get away. It was his place, he could have had a long stick somewhere, he could have cared but he chose to descend to his little chair in the reception inside. The bird kept flapping while he was ‘busy’ spinning his mobile phone on the table. He just didn’t care. We couldn’t do anything. I thought for once of saving the bird but there was nothing of help in sight. But that was because I am confined to a little area and aware of the vast space. Space that the old man was completely aware of but he chose to let that creature die. A few minutes later the bird lay dead, along her child, hanging as if they were still flying.
The man could have done something but like a rock he just looked and felt nothing. They feel nothing, this selfish breed of people. Every now and then you can see children throwing stones at dogs, crushing ants intentionally, pulling out plants etc. Nobody gives a damn about life so how can we expect the emotion and feeling of valuing life in these people and this little but harsh reality saddens me to death.