The urge for knowledge can be irresistible. But knowledge is a rather unfathomable ocean, in its breadth and its depth. I can find myself , at times, diving too deep and ignoring the bigger picture, and at times flying too high to get the real sense of any dimension. It can seem like an impossible trade-off, with only one certain outcome which is the inevitability of my ignorance. As important it is for me to learn consciously with a set direction, it is equally important, if not more, that I realise and to some level commit to what I cannot learn. This is by virtue of limitations of my finite term in sheer contrast with the infinity of sea of knowledge.
We’ve all spent our tiny but scary moments of turbulence 30,000 feet above sea level. This was slightly more than a normal turbulence. People started tumbling and falling and this scarier than normal passage lasted for 5 minutes. As I normally would, rather than focusing on myself, started observing people. The response was divided. There was this sense of laughter that goes with seeing others tumble. There were prayers of safety. There were those who weren’t touched by this at all, they’d carry on as per usual. I was scared and observant. I had one eye on the flight info, which was showing the altitude, and as we maintained the altitude I felt calm. I was also looking at the landscape cam to see what’s below and immediately thinking if there were any airports nearby for an emergency landing. And I was also observing. I wasn’t focused, but I was sharp. I also wanted to calm those who were particularly worries. Perhaps, that tells alot about me. Perhaps our response to these relay important signs about strengths and weaknesses. I guess it’d be interesting to conduct such a behavioral experiment. It’d also be insightful to know what takes for the ethos to be divided with staggered responses to a unified scare of death. Even the unified scare would perhaps have its continuum. Those who’d feel ready, those who’d not. Gravity of happenings can unite us to some extent at least at some primitive level. But it’s not the normality that brings that unity. It’s the unusual happenings, and those too of some serious gravity.
As per a survey conducted by UN in 2005, there were about 100 million people homeless worldwide. And according to another estimate, a total of 1.6 billion people worldwide reside in inadequate shelter; that’s more than the population of the whole of China. And I research these numbers from the comfort of my modern day home, with all the basic amenities and more. I feel sinful when I realize that I have unused room in my house, and there a 100 million people on the mother earth who sleep under no shade. I feel gutted, and my comfort seems wrong. And then, I think of those who have carved spacious palaces, with hundreds and thousands of spare rooms. I find my crime less grave when put to test with such examples. And then, I think of governments with magnanimous budgets and I feel even more insignificant. The guilt disappears, is replaced by a feeling of helplessness.