Lost, not found Hearts

Lost, not found Hearts!

By Pamarty Venkataramana

Heartfelt. Heartless. Hearty.

As Alien as the aliens, themselves.

No longer humane.

Yes. Gone are the days. When one had a hearty laugh. When all were heartily invited. When hearty greetings were expressed. When heartlessness was considered to be beastly and crude. And, bad and worse than a soul accursed to hanging upside down in nether land.

Oh!

How did this all come about in this most advanced, all-knowing Google-era, smartphone-age. And, man is mightiest century of beliefs ?

Disbelief.

Yes. A failure to acknowledge the existence of God Almighty. Of a Soul. Which exists within each and all beings, be it humans or other creatures who breathe life around our own selves.

Few acknowledge that there is a re-birth upon death in this birth. .

Many admit they know not what happens when a person stops breathing on earth. When the persona, however huge the aura or wealth and worldly fame is,stops responding to the five senses of others around . Or, to sophisticated gadgetry invented by scientific endeavours of mankind ..

Few others pontificate on dead and gone souls being anointed with ‘sainthood’ even as few more cry hoarse about fruits of life after death . They even predict dancing with seventy plus maidens in after-life if these believers led a life of hatred and intolerance towards fellow-brings whilst being alive. Oh no! Really?

Why has all this fuddled existence come about?

From life of serenity.

As a free-roaming hunter of wild beasts to becoming an agriculturist cultivating food for three months and spending the rest of the nine months enjoying the harvested crops of food; settling down besides the rivers which cultivated fields of crops with plentiful water-supplies.

And,turning leaf after the great industrial revolution into a mighty man-machine world. To,a more modern space-trotting, smartphone enabled digital-age mankind?

Oh, it’s because man lives by the brain and the mind,alone. Literally speaking.

All these greats think alike.

No longer requires a marketing wizard to herd the flocks.

Many thoughts, multiple lives, multifarious populations seem symmetrically arranged numbers. Of identity. Be it as handles on social media queen popular as ‘Twitter’ or the king of all publicity known as ‘facebook’ .

No more is individuality individualistic.

No longer are thinkers and leaders able, out of the crowd ,outstanding humans who are exemplary . Freaks, nowadays, are these beings of substance. Only those with substantial numbers ,all virtual ,or impressed on screens of sheets of paper by electronic voting machines ( or, even disseminated widely via bytes from television studios ) are deemed Greek, Indian, Egyptian God’s and Goddesses in a largely anti-idolatry world!!

Oh, the shame of it all.

No longer does love revolve around the good conscience or the heart. No more is the heart anything bigger than that fist-sized pumping organ of life. No one seeks out heartfelt love.

Well, not many . Any longer. No longer do leaders endear themselves to hearts of vast populations but stay stuck to mindsets .

Minds and brains lead the planet. Not the hearts.

Information and data rule the planet. Not knowledge and values-personal or societal.

A major cause for all those heartaches, heartbreaks. As well as heart-attacks.

When truth confronts…!

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