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The bloody remains of the previous coffee meeting (When political systems met for coffee) were a long-forgotten memory. After ages, another meeting came to be arranged in the secret underground facility. Keen watchers noticed Indian languages making their way into a meeting of Languages. No one knew who sent out the invites. Nervous excitement wafted through the air.

The Dravidian heavyweight Tamil was among the first to walk in proudly; feet barely on the ground, head pointing to the heavens. Observing no one around and a tad cross at turning up early, quite against popular Indian custom, Tamil found a perch at the biggest chair around the table. Presumably this was the Head Chair. A while passed and fellow Dravidian species Kannada and Telugu made an appearance. Upon entry, though, these languages grappled with immediate disenchantment. For the chairs were left unmarked and Tamil sat rather smugly at the best available chair.

None of the languages was in the mood for free seating. The new entrants reminded Tamil that it ought to vacate the Head Chair. Tamil appeared unruffled and reminded the group that it was indeed the right claimant. This right was automatically its due, thanks to its status as the first Indian language to be bestowed Classical status. Tamil also invoked the Indian devotion for seniority. As one of the oldest Indian languages, it expected, subtly of course, a level of respect from the others. When none was forthcoming, it remonstrated about the devolving state of affairs, hurling choice expletives in its own tongue. Kannada and Telugu brimmed, due to lack of appreciation of the words Tamil used. Each was mighty proud about their histories. Warfare of the linguistic kinds was imminent.

Tamil’s outburst, quite unforeseen, was to be met head on. The abrupt assault on their rich histories caused Kannada and Telugu to grieve over personal slander. Each began waxing eloquent about its linguistic beauty. Each language was unique, and in this respect all were the same. Tamil alleged blasphemy and accused Kannada and Telugu of forsaking filial piety. Telugu, meanwhile, opted for musical warfare, unleashing its vast musical lexicon on the group. A more inappropriate presentation of an asset could not be contemplated. Or so everyone thought.

As the battle gained steam, another language made a belated appearance. Malayalam. This language was conferred Classical status recently and was kicked at being part of an elite group. It did not, however, receive the ovation that it expected. It grappled with further strife on realising its neighbours in Dravidian-ville were well and truly established in their perches. It breathed a sigh of relief nonetheless. Unaware of protocol, out rumbled a stream of words that sounded so menacing that there was sudden outburst of silence. Malayalam twirled its moustache.

The joy was to be shortlived. For the silence was due to another reason.

A magnificient referee had appeared out of nowhere. Sanskrit.

Admiration gripped the warring group. Here was the lingua franca of them all. The fountainhead. The creator, of which these languages were offshoots. Or so Sanskrit  sermoned. There was immediate infighting for the Head Chair, pitting Sanskrit and Tamil at loggerheads. Tamil refused to budge, citing that it had gone Classical before Sanskrit, even as the latter attempted to skirt the issue.

Amid growing cacophony, the group greeted a new arrival. Oriya. This beautiful language spoke with its wondrous twang and informed others of its imminent induction into the Classical Club. The application was made and entry could happen anytime, so it came to the meeting preemptively. The others muttered under their breath. As they readied to parry Oriya’s intrusion, they were caught off guard by a sudden influx of a bevy of other Indian languages into the meeting. All claimed a place in the Classical Club. Soon, the room was populated by over 100 Indian languages, all aspirants to the Classical Club.

Opprobrium spread infectiously among the languages. Verbal exchanges of the unkind kind, in tongues that weren’t comprehensible to the others, began to fly hither and thither. Many lamented the uncultured outrage of the languages of culture.

The supposedly elite club wasn’t so elite anymore. This caused some to reconsider their objective for fighting. They realised they were clinging on to thin air. Someone reminded Tamil of a quote (in Tamil), “Cling to the One who clings to nothing; and so clinging, cease to cling.”

They looked around and realised all of them were clinging on to a title that added nothing to their personalities. The emptiness hit them hard. Sense descended upon the group. They dispersed, with a good word for the others.

In tongues that weren’t comprehensible to them.

The Value of A Human Life

Posted: March 20, 2011 in General
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Are all human beings equal?

The principles of goodness would have us believe that all human lives are equal. It is axiomatic in legal systems of many territories around the world to assume individual equality. Social banter on this topic nearly always achieves a fashionable Consensus of the Affirmatives.

However, a tentative scratching of the surface of feel-good-factor consensus illuminates something disquieting. Lives, unfortunately, are not valued equally. Man has done a pretty good job of destroying himself through history, sometimes to self-made disasters (mass murders, genocides etc.) and at other times to the wrath of nature (earthquake, tsunami, natural calamities). Some events, however, are more visible than others, some more vividly remembered than others. Lives lost in the more visible ones somehow become more valuable than lives lost in oblivion.

Man-made disasters, first. Of all the despicable acts of mass murder known to man, the Holocaust figures very highly. With approximately 6 million massacred over a decade, the Holocaust is one of the episodes most vividly etched in human memories (it is safe to consider casualty estimates with a pinch of salt. The released numbers are almost always on the lower side). Grim reminders of this morbid incident lead to an outpouring of emotions even to this day.

Mid-19th century China went through a 25-year period of conflict which witnessed the loss of over 75 million lives. That’s a 3 million average per year, over 25 long years. That’s equivalent to a country about the size of Kuwait (3 million population) being wiped off every year for 25 years. But most are unaware of this annihilation. The Vietnam War resulted in over 3 million Vietnamese casualties. 9/11 killed 3,000 people but is unarguably the most vivid and most condemned tragedy in recent history. Operation Searchlight in 1971 resulted in 26,000 dead (Pakistan’s account) and over 3 million dead (Bangladesh’s account). The Rwandan Genocide of 1994 left 800,000 journeying into the after-life. From recent history, Darfur had casualties touching 500,000. In general, people know less about these incidents than others.

The British Petroleum oil spill last year killed 11 people and was one of the most extensively followed events in 2010. 30 miners perished in a blast in a New Zealand coal mine in late-2010 but this event got a fraction of the visibility bestowed on the BP oil spill. Chernobyl killed a million (estimates vary greatly) but is remembered with shudders even today. About 2 million succumb to AIDS annually but somehow, this is too ubiquitous to stir mind-space. The longer duration after-effects in both cases are severe but one event garners more sympathy than the other.

Turning next to natural disasters. The 2010 Haiti Earthquake, quite literally, led to a mass cave-in that swallowed 320,000 people. Widely covered by the media, the calamity led to an explosion of sympathy (rightfully). The 2004 Tsunami enveloped 230,000 people in various countries…

The list could go on and on.

Our reaction to events is significantly dependent on what (and how much) we know about them. And the manner in which the information reaches us. Some incidents pale in severity to others, even when the quantum of lives lost often differ greatly. Short-term memory, however, is relatively unimportant here. The Holocaust (1930s/40s) is more vividly remembered than the recent genocides in Darfur and Rwanda. Some episodes are more etched in memory than others.

Media scrutiny plays a pivotal role in colouring views by disseminating message content selectively. That’s old wine but is often forgotten in the context of determining the value of a life. Mass opinions get coloured by definitions and assumptions that frequently morph into axioms somewhere down the line in human psyche. We abhor the Holocaust but very few remember 19th century China. The loss of lives in the BP oil spill seems graver than the New Zealand mine blast, whereas these episodes should ideally evoke the same amount of sympathy.

The selected examples above also highlight something about human nature. Burst-tragedies (high severity events over brief periods) generally attract more attention than prolonged calamities. Although, often, it is the latter that claims more lives.

As the UN tightens the noose around Libya, many applaud the decisiveness of global intervention. Some even see it as redemption for global inaction in the cases of Rwanda and Darfur. Increased visibility has its benefits in stirring people to action. A life lost in Libya away from the world’s gaze is someway less valuable than a life lost in a visible Libya.

A life is a life, ought to be a life. But, is that the case?