I belong to an Army family (are you wondering what that means?), I have graduated from Army College, but the sense of belongingness as well as adherence to the word Army has always eluded me. I was born on August fucking 10th —few years back on the same day American Civil War took a gallop when the war entered Missouri and the confuckderate troops entered the fuckhole of the absofucklutely ghastly war. My parents must have dated watching the StarWars—thinking of creating a star who would enter a war and twist the enemy radar, but like most of the things in life—just when you think you have it all figured out—George Lucas laughs at you and says “But beware of the dark side, the Anger, the fear and the Aggression”—and I was born crackling “Noarmy, Noarmy” instead of “Mummy Mummy”. So Mr. Obama has followuckers, and he has been awarded the peace award—eyebrow-raising for many of us and what not raising for single black females around the world. “Ah, the beautiful pink Afghani women, the Afghani Kebab, and Guns!! Afghanistan must be one of the world’s most livable places on the planet momofuckin earth—Can we please call on stage Mr. Ajay babu Jetti or Jetty?…on to the stage for his piece on peace (Mr. Aj is expert in Anger management who teaches the ‘art of fuck..g’ in our day to day lives. His fucking strategies have fucked up peoples brains, and people around the world don’t do anything and only say “Why the fucks aren’t we doing anything?” to themselves…and hence the peace award. Mr. Aj calls himself conformist—he just thinks he is a “different” version of Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam who apparently walked on to the Grammy Awards stage and said “What the hell do you have awards for anyways?”
Obama must have walked into his house and said “Hey honey, I am home, look what I have got, a fucking peace award!! Can you believe it? You better get ready to knock the peace shit out of me tonight”.
I am not really in a mood to critique the maturity of the decision to hand an award to Obama; many others are doing a very good job around the web.
What is peace?…are we talking about the ‘river man’ kind of peace, the peace that we experience when listening to music, or the kind of blank feeling that we feel after sex? If you ask me, I am at peace after having stomach full of food, I feel peaceful like a night in the lake of some Amazon forest. What is that understanding that we are talking about? Is it harmony? Is it togetherness?
It is a coincidence that I was reading one of the Einstein’s biographies before the sequence of events that urged me to write this. It had a quote: “Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding”. I am happy to know that I don’t know what peace means for the world, though I believe, the understanding has to come from within everyone of us, you and I understanding that won’t change this world. We have already reached somewhere irreversibly, and the concepts of War and Peace have taken a skewed place in our minds. But human civilization spectacle has achieved so many views on peace that we might explode the bomb actually trying to diffuse one while campaigning about who is “born” to do that. It was survival at first, now is back to survival again. The understanding cannot be spoken about, the understanding has to be a certain one, without force, without advice—as obvious as a choice made when you face the options: Jack Daniels and RC; Indian model or Victoria secret…; Mature men or good looking ones (a gross generalization at that).
Peace itself has lost its identity battling the number of things thrown at it: politics, religion, socialism, and things that come out of them. Peace is a worn out entity, paying tax for all the bliss that it has experienced—when the world before it existed without the need for definition or experience of it—“Damn, who was it last night”.
World doesn’t need a new hero like me to talk about peace; we all know “peace forces” are peacekeepers—thought so by the world governing body. It will be a rounded discussion if we try to understand whether we have military to fight law-breakers or do we have it because we feel insecure, and in trying to be secure, we are breeding more fear in others, and it just goes on. That is one of the reasons if the enlightenment happens against all the odds, then it will be omniscient and omnipresent one. Somebody has to make the first move, we cannot possibly be involved in a moral war while trying to solve the bigger war, the war that separates you from me and us from them and lot of times, between inside and outside us. Understanding peace seems a bit far, do we even understand ourselves? If we do, do we try to behave knowing that we know ourselves? I doubt.
We are a bit lost when it comes to knowing how can peace be achieved, is there any formula? Can we just take some lessons from history and pledge not to relive it? Do we even need it? — Really? Yes? Are we sure the tranquility will not make us stare at each other in a way monkeys sitting on the trees do? Isn’t wishing for peace against human nature? Isn’t it asking for virginity after 20 odd fucking years of life? Doesn’t it come in the way of evolution? (I don’t think I can write anything without tossing up that word). Or are we demanding certain kind of optimization, some kind of middle-path that we always want to tread on? Won’t that be Psychopathetic?—doing it in required quantities, killing few in the night, then coming back home in the morning and feeling good about the smell of the bloody red roses? Aren’t we just allowed to be confused with respect to this issue, just like mankind is confused about the purpose of its existence? Dazed life always looks at peace to derive meaning for its continuation, the reason to create peace in itself, the need to create a balance, a balance that will always demand war outside, you see?
But would you be ready with insanity loaded when God presents you with the opportunity to make a wish? Would your rationality be ready to demand exactly opposite of what you want to wish for? Like Indian Army family wanting me to be in the family? Or like a woman quibbling “Well, I have never been able to find the right man, like one who is both thoughtful and fun, one who both cooks and is good at household work, the one who is good in the bed as well as faithful, doesn’t watch sport, loves shopping….. ”. Will you be unreasonable to an extent where God suddenly says “Take your fucking peace”.
Are we wishing the right wish? Aren’t we inexplicably asking for Rasgulla, when we should be asking for something that just quenches our hunger? Or will we be caught in classic military problems and feel proud about the deaths of millions of Jawaans across the border? Or will we continue to be so hostile that we are unable to even see the enemies in a war? Are we ready to bear the costs? — Peace sells. We would still be lucky if God does exist—we can try our luck—whatever the fuck that means.
Where is the solitude? Where has it disappeared, when we are justifying our social-ness to an unbearable extent, how can we find peace? Are we looking for it in the right places? Three cups of tea and a bottle of wine a day, will that give us peace? Do we really need that question to be answered for us by someone else? No matter how optimistimicity I try to veil myself with, it doesn’t look as if we really want it, answering these questions will need from us a political joke that we are able to laugh at, a series of realizations that we are able to actualize, a series of definitions that we agree upon, a series of thoughts that we act upon. No longer can we be diplomatic and passive-aggressive about it—it is clear rudeness. To understand, we must face it, we cannot just shift places and talk about the intensity of the suns rays, the burden of proof lies with us and only us—Are you ready to buy now or are you holding off holding peace?
So Mr. George Lucas lands, a new hope arises—the voices echo, to and fro, they call the echoes as forces disturbing the peace. So they chase the sound of the footsteps, the echoes. The echoes actually have some message in them, but they won’t care for the message, they instead pledge to destroy the echoes, they all return, feeling victorious, jubilant, the king asks them the same question again—did you capture peace?
