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Life in the fringe!

Wind River (2017)

Director: Taylor Sheridan


We are all seekers. We want to understand things. Our brains have been wired to try to understand things around us. As children, we feel insecure with unfamiliar faces and environments. We wonder about the darkness that we see outside. We try to find out when exactly the light goes off when we shut a fridge door. We eavesdrop to find out where babies come from. We want to know what actually happens when we die. Looking at the stars, we wonder if they are any intelligent life forms there. Did Santa Claus put those presents under the Christmas tree? Did God help himself to Prasadham that we offer?


As we grow older, everything will fall into its place. We learn biology, geography, theology, astronomy, and so on. 


Biology gives glorious explanations to all the burning questions we want to know but are too shy to ask. Geography demarcated the lines drawn between humans. Theology told us to limit our inquiries to things that our simple minds can comprehend. Astronomy reinforced the notion that we do not matter. Yet we think we know everything and try to put a closure to everything. 


Rituals are mocked as their meanings are lost!
Was there police brutality when Kugan and many Malaysian Indian petty thieves died in custody? Was the fireman,  Muhammad Adib, assaulted or was his accident a misadventure? Was MH370 remotely controlled and disposed of by China without a trace? Is Jho Low really off everyone's radar? Is Mohd Ridzuan, Indraganthi's husband, who converted his underaged daughter, really untraceable?


We like to think that some questions have no answers. That is what the victors believe when they write history. Some things can never be verified. The system is controlled by people of interest who will want to carry items in specific ways.

Nothing has changed much from the time of slavery. In the heydays of sugar plantations in the Caribbean, it is unbelievable that it was thought it was economically viable to work slaves to death and replace them every seven years than to care for them with their medical and sanitary needs. They were mere commodities in the marketplace. The world has no qualms about subjugating God's creations to such humiliation, just based on their skin colour, appearances, culture and poverty of military might. Nothing has much, all through the Industrial Age, space age and now in the 21st century. 


We are familiar with 'Black Life Matters'. The often-forgotten part of society is the Native American community. Before Columbus and the band of looters arrived in the New World, thinking they had found an alternative route to India, the Native Americans had a rich culture and complex civilisation. Now, they remain lost, forgetting their ancient and symbiotic living with Nature. 

They remain in a sad state. Their social indices all remain depressing. Many unexplained deaths in custody, deaths with unexplainable etiologies and the plethora of cold cases remain frustratingly common in the community. 


This story revolves around the rape and death of a young Native American woman. For the layperson, it appears like a cut-and-dry case. Unfortunately, the bureaucracy does not make it so simple. The police investigation drags its feet. The autopsy cannot make it simple for the prosecution to persecute. Most end up as cold cases. 


It looks like the long arm of the law and the machinery that works for it has no interest in dispensing justice. It is more interested in pleasing its masters and playing fetch for them. 


That may be why fringe societies have no confidence in authority and instead take care of their own affairs by compulsion. The law only carries clout as long as people think their interests are protected. 

Comments

  1. My first encounter with the word “alien”, I was 8 years old, at a swimming pool in Alor Star. Of course I was already watching Star Trek by then, but it did not quite arouse my curiosity till that time when a distant cousin who was also 8 yrs old asked me, ‘do you believe in aliens?”
    From then on even my star trek interaction also changed.
    I even questioned, could the God concept be aliens too. Reading Amar Chitra Katha on Rama, Krishna, Hanuman, Shiva, Karna, with their supreme powers, made me to make the connection.
    A lot of questions but not many answers were forthcoming that could satisfy my curiosity. Many a time these gaps were filled with imagined/hoped answers. Life was easier then.
    Today my level of curiosity has grown exponentially but the difference is i dare not imagine an answer nor wanting hopeful one.
    Existentialism bring a myriad of complexities and uncertainties which in return creates an unsettling mind.
    Sometimes i wish, I just should have continued singing Thevaram & Bhajans, go to temple every friday & offer archanai, partake in all other hindu festivals like navarathiri, Kanda Shasti, Thaipusam etc… and transfer the burden of guilt to the God concept, and free my mind and live in a coccooned comfortable boundary.
    But alas the path I chose is a one way road to oblivion unless if I chose live in hypocrisy shrouded by maya.

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    1. a lifetime is too short to understand all the purpose and secrecy of life. And sadly, not to remember what he have learnt in the next life. We will not eventually end up not knowing anything. We just do and believe what comes by and stay convinced that that is THE way. If anyone disagrees, cognitive dissonance make us fight by tooth and nail to prove our point.

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