Cleaning time!

Somehow we got a good deal. The maker was in a good mood he made us, our country. The lush of greenery, the evergreen trees, the stable tectonic plates, the absence of major catastrophes, the strategic location was our selling point. Our quaint lazy ambience with rich natural resources must have earned our nickname comparing it to a golden land.

Ah, people were always lousy...

But there was a world, once.

This same trait must have been the pulling factor that drew unsavoury visitors who wanted all for themselves. The early settlers, with no malice on their mind, ushered them in with open arms, typical of how they would honour their weary guests as described by most of the holy scriptures that they knew.

The conniving guests, with evil exuding through their eyes and souls plot devious mischiefs to create pandemonium just to appear of as peacemaker at the same time. The host started fragmenting. The guests suddenly appeared more composed, more cultured and wiser. With their master wrangling and wringing of the truth, they turned the tables. The visitors became the masters and the hosts were at their mercy.

A wave of resurgence swept their world like a tsunami, shaking the foundation of administration. Awoken from a slumber, the subjects rose to the occasion via the same knowledge that the, now colonial masters had advocated for their own convenience. 

The natives became masters. The scurrying masters left behind a solid foundation complete the pillars of execution, legislation and administration protocols. The scholarly template and medical web network that they left behind was the envy of its neighbours. Blessed with industrious thrifty citizens who were gung-ho to catch up with lost times, the country went all steam ahead. They were going places, reaching dizzying heights. What used to be a void space between the 'Elephant kingdom' and the 'Lion kingdom' suddenly surfaced on atlases.

The designated leaders encouraged simpleton followers of the new dream to squeeze the throttle. Self-glorification elevated them higher and higher. Nothing seems impossible. As the lab rats reach near exhaustion, emaciation and anaerobic ketoacidosis, the subjects realised that their tokens have shrunken. The treadmill seems steeper, their speed faster with shrinking results.

News squiggled of certain discrepancies in calibration. Lab rats are no scientists but they knew where it hurt. They could not stomach the nonsensical computations that their caretakers were selling. The favourite snack / token that they had died for all these while was no cheese but hold behold soylent green!

"Enough is enough, this time we change!" they said. They raised their hoes and sickles and don their favourite yellow attire to parade and show their solidarity to clean the laboratory, kitchen sink, drain the bathtub with  the baby and all.

All born evil?

I heard of a theory put forward by a psychologist recently that we are all born evil! Deep inside we are born, not as clean slate but as a chalice of evil overflowing through our every orifices. Of course these helplessly cute tots are not able to perform any of their evil deeds because of the sheer size and incoordination. The psychologist, however, propose that upbringing is the one that modifies these literally 'inner demons' to be doing things acceptable in the society. The caregivers guide us through our daily guidances to mould us to be useful members of the society, to conform to what is accepted as norm. The social etiquette and logical reciprocal course of reaction to any action is engrained into us through repetitive conditioning. This Pavlovian reaction helps to maintain sanity and ensures that even the weak and downtrodden get their place in the sun.
Come a moment of desperation, a mob, famine or pain, these inner demons will come to fore. They will be exposed in full glory to ensure that their hosts come out tops. It is called the survival of the fittest. So niceties are only preserved for peace time. Your forever smiling pleasant neighbour may just turn against you when the situation is ripe and the instigating environment warrants it to. Beware!