Lockdown saga: the sacrificial goat!

At the heart of a dense forest, one by one, animals joined in to perform a grand ritual to save their mother earth. Scooby-doo where are you??!! Scooby doo meant business, doing what humans trained him do at their airports; sniffing each animal Corona free, “it’s my nose not an expendable item”, he muttered but continued regardless!

Fire ablaze before me, its fiery fumes dancing heaven wards, I was tied to the trunk of a big banyan tree located at the Centre of the earth! Wriggling in pain, creepers sunk into my skin, too tight! I was locked up, not locked down! The human me, was their devil, their sacrificial goat! My ears deafened by their shrieks, head reeling as their chanting, grew louder as the tribes got closer “Go corona go, go corona go, go, go”! My nose & mouth under a mask of tree leaves lest I sneeze or cough! They maintained 6 feet distance from me, there was nothing social about this though!

Sherkhan the tiger, roared to open the ceremony “Yes, I am territorial, Mowgli cannot rule our jungle, it’s against jungle rules but now nor the humans this planet, they wreak havoc! Tigers are on the verge of extinction and now pandemic?! As though poaching for recreation or medicine wasn’t enough! The globe is doomed with untimely deaths of not just humans but our fellow mammals like Dolly – the sheep, Scooby doo, Civets, tigers at an alarming rate. Time to preserve our earth, we must conserve our species.” “Clumsy humans, hash tag #covidiots break rules that compel their own safety! A year now but the curve ain’t flattened, vaccine to achieve herd immunity is farfetched, and now, a new challenge of Covid-19 mutants!”

Sherkhan was ready to pounce and devour me, my bones & muscles melted with fear, my clothes hung loose like a scare crow; a scare crow to the animals, who deemed me a farce. 

Batty the batman, was angry, “I was the virus reservoir but not the culprit for pandemic origins! I mind rules of our sacred nature, that nurtures our very souls. We were captured for research in China Wuhan lab. Past outbreaks too, are proof enough that humans encroached our homes, not us!”

Dolly the sheep bleated, “My species was cloned, but cloning humans is unethical! We lived in harmony when Jesus was our shepherd. How do we shun humans to when they sheep-rear & protect ourselves? 

Scooby-doo agreed vehemently, “Sister, my breed will be cloned as sniffers covid-19 positives and more! Greedy deceitful humans: their debate on vaccine no vaccine, humans turning into crocodiles?! Some also debate that it’s time for apocalypse, the advent of the Zombies and effeminate and what not! Is it a joke? utter chaos! At least, we are closely knit to safeguard our folks”. 

Fear gripped me, I started to pray but I had defied safety rules, my mask was rolled like a garland round my neck, I flouted 6 feet norms, but I vow, I will never get close to 10 feet of this saga ever! Left at the mercy of these animals and jungle rules now, my fate in their hands! Fight or flight? I opted flight, did I have a choice? 

The chants grew wilder “Go Corona go, go human go, go corona go; the chant echoed across the planets. My voice was lost, my wits out of my brain, am I dying, if I do, what do I lose the most?! 

Suddenly, the big giant boughs of the tree spiraled to pick me upwards facing the sky, in reverence, offering prayers to mother earth and nature, the giant Banyan tree made concentric circles as she tossed me, in tandem with the earth’s rotation; with an age-old wisdom she her voice trembled but with firm conviction “the human must die, accept the sacrificial goat to redeem the earth from the evil that’s harbored by humans.” 

The Earth quaked to swallow me in its red-hot crust, thunders joined with lightening, tornadoes signaled the floods as I fell in the hells of molten lava, screaming, my essence burning. 

I could see, Earth, fire, water, Air and I the 5th element rolled into a big mass of fury to explode; big bang – boom! 

I woke up! Glad to be alive, I promised a 2nd chance to make the world a better place!

Yes – No – Maybe!

A brief string of conversation amidst my 11.5-year-old son, a nerd steeped in computer games, challenged my beliefs and left me in a conundrum: “Yes-No-maybe!”

“Remember one thing, people can steal your name fame and money, diamonds and gold, relationships, everything that you can have excepting your intelligence”
My son looking askance at me, low tone, firm voice and a strong conviction: “You are lying, then why did people steal Einstein’s brain?”

It was a jolt in the blue! Damn, despite me steeped in scientific domain, little did I know of this harsh reality! My son continued in my total bewilderment : Einstein’s brain was used by scientists after his death” Once again I failed in my tryst to play a new age parent and hold a “man to man talk” with this millennial.

I fervently perused the internet archives that unravelled “The strange after life of Einstein’s brain”!
Apparently, Dr Thomas Harvey (clinical pathologist) who was conducting autopsy on Einstein broke his cranium and stole the brain with an ulterior motive to publish scientific paper on Einstein’s intelligentsia.
Little did he know then, that the “brain in the jar” clandestinely hid in a cardboard box inside a beer ……
Would turn to be curse ripping him off his job, position/credentials, his wife and a secure life!

Life is a continuum of acts, events with myriads of crossroads of “Yes-No-Maybes”. Well, Einstein wished to die & lie low, oblivious that his brain will be studied, fought and lie as a relic in a museum? Dr Harvey gambled his life for a scientific publication with little in return.

Life’s all about taking a quantum leap of faith, intuition a beacon to overcome our fears of outcome. My son’s dream to be a You-tuber or video editor could be OK, Yes-No-Maybe, he smashed my known societal norm with this new facet altogether; I would rather toss the coin in the air and let it roll, ‘coz life, it merely flows and he shall find his path.