Sunday, June 8, 2008

Every man kills the thing he loves

" Yet Each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
The brave man does it with a sword! "
The ballad of Reading Gaol
This is a strange thing which most of us have experienced at some point or the other in our lives. Why do we destroy the things we love the most? The desire to be the last person to be the owner or the person to experience the thing last. We hear of honour killings ... dictators destroying their palaces, destroying their countries before leaving. Even not so grave examples their would be times when we would have become so possessive about something in our life that we wold not want anybody else to be a part of it , even though in reality the thing would be of no purpose to us now.
Probably we destroy the thing we love because we want to end at a high. To remember the good times and not the downward curve.The above lines to me point to the latest Arushi controversy. Though it is still not known who killed her. But according to the media speculation that a father could have killed a daughter as an honor killing , i wonder what honour is greater than a person's life. In this case that of your own daughter. About the case , i feel their is a Pandora box which is still to be opened. I think i cannot bring myself to think the father as the accused ... but as somebody said ... if we dwell into the depths of the human mind some chilling dark truths may come out.
Thinking about the bigger issue at hand. Even after writing so much . I cannot find answer to the question by which i began this post. This trait of human beings. About me personally , yes i have been self destructive sometimes about the things which i have loved. Sometimes unknowingly ..... sometimes with my full conscience. Moving away from people i loved. Moving away from projects which were close to me. But one pattern i have noticed with all of this is that all this comes when something is at its peak. Peak of friendship , peak of closeness to someone, peak of accomplishing something great in the project. Perhaps we want to sign off at a high.
It is funny how a quote or a couplet can ring back so many memories and emotions which were hiding in some corner of your mind back in firm perspective. Something like that had happened when i read the above mentioned lines.

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