The Chameleon's Trick
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Rimjhim Vasher

Living in my own mind, sneaking glances at reality through my pen.

Rimjhim Vasher

Living in my own mind, sneakin...

Fiction

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Since humanity first saw the world through the eyes of a less developed being, it has never looked back, well except to examine and scrutinize its rise. We started as savage primitives without a hint of what this world had to offer. We were naïve, and we were apprehensive, but our animalistic instincts were what saved us, and led us onto the path of glorification and aggrandizement. These instincts were to survive no matter what comes. But, mere predisposition of behavioural patterns couldn’t save us, couldn’t help us survive and couldn’t enable us to rise. So, we learned to use this big head of ours, and made weapons from stick and stones, from metals and from earth. We built fires, and we built shelters. We learnt to take from this earth, and to give something back in return. It was a fair exchange, I suppose; cutting of trees to get wood, planting vegetation and trees, and killing some animals to eat or to survive, getting killed by some other beast. We were ambitious beings, and we had the brain and muscle to achieve our ambitions, to fulfil our dreams, and in time lead way for more ambitions. Our needs, our demands never fulfilled. We always wanted more, and we will always want more. We learnt to live peacefully with others like us. We formed tribes, some more violent than others. We lived and moved with our people, we named each other. We talked to animals and birds too. We were a part of the wild slowly drifting towards a world of our own. Perhaps, we felt that we were superior than others, we were better as no other being was developing the way humans were, it’s speed and brilliance unmatched. We still were afraid of the wild, of the Mother Nature, because it could end us in the blink of an eye, well, it still can.

But, that’s not the point. The point is that we were developing and we were better than the other animals. We had become social. We talked to others; we lived, mated and ate with them. We learned to protect each other, and protect our tribes and our communities. We learned to put others before us, to put the need of many before one. We had leaders, and we had followers, we had friends, and we had enemies. We made peace, and we were violent. It was all so confusing and situational, yet it made sense to us. Our needs increased, our ambitions and goals expanded, it gave us a sense of purpose. It told us what to fight for, what to achieve and what to survive for. It helped give meaning to our sorry little lives. We were superior to the other beings, but why stop there, we wanted to be superior among ourselves, we wanted to be on top, to be more powerful, stronger and tougher than the rest, and we wanted to be more intelligent, smarter, and wiser than our fellow humans. And that’s when the race began: the race of human race.

Well, come to think of it, we have always been this way. We must have realized long back that we had to be better than the rest, if we had to survive. Perhaps the instinct awoke when we were running away from a beast to save ourselves, and we must have realized that we can’t outrun the beast, but we might outrun our partner. But is this instinct wrong? We have learned to follow our basic intuitions, well the ones which are left, but could these instincts be of wild animals, of individualism? In the moment we decide that our lives are more precious than the others’, that our goals are more important than the goal of our communities, that our feelings and our sentiments and more meaningful and justified than our fellow humans’, we lose all meaning of life.

Sure, our ambition was what made us what we are today, but wasn’t the pride of humanity the fact that we were social; we were a part of something bigger than us. Or was it that fact that we felt we were superior to the rest. It sure is a debatable topic, or maybe it just differs from person to person, from situation to situation. We have never been constant. We were always changing, sometimes it’s us before me, and sometimes it’s self before the world. Sometimes it’s heil industrialization, and sometimes its condemn the machines, sometimes we are afraid of nature, and sometimes we are enchanted by its mystical nature. We are more intermittent than we lead ourselves to believe. We are so irregular, that the only thing constant about us is change. The discrepancy in human nature is what makes us who we are. The one thing that we all are capable of is change.

Change is what led us to evolve with the times, to become better than our past selves, to change our hatred into love, to change our violence into our weapon. Change is what made us powerful and change is what makes us sane. We change fast and we change often, and this change is our power. To be able to change for better and what is our weakness?, our doom? To be able to change for worse.


We have seen the power of violence, and we have seen the power of words, but what happens when rather than using it for the development of our race, we use it for its doom. I think it’s quite clear than no matter what power it is, be it the mind, or muscle or the ability to change, everything always comes down to one person. And, so we all should have strength of character and a sense of self devoted to the world, not just our species, but all that this earth has to offer. We need to be more giving; we have to replenish Mother Nature, as well as Human Nature. But, I’ll tell you a secret trick, what if the one person whose actions would decide the fate of many doesn’t have the power to do it? What if his ideologies and his principles are different than the need of the hour? The answer is change.  


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