TO DO OR NOT TO DO THAT IS THE QUESTION

Man is a superior animal by dint of his having-RATIONALITY.He can distinguish between the Truth and the Spurious,between the Right and the Wrong,between even the Good and the Evil.Yet often times he is in a fix as to who shall he adhere to-the instinct or the impulse.Now,the instinct is the child of his own conscience,while the impulse is the bastard of his native animal self.In that sense,no doubt,man is a twin-faced Janus,a split personality.Despite the uncountable pragmatic gospels handed down to him over times,he cannot yet harbour the safe havens of life.Result?He is the captain of a ship which is night-fondered and doomed to a Titanic collapse.

Psychologists say that impulses have most often in them such an insurmountable magnetic pull that hardly would we come across a solitary human figure who could avert them.Knowing full well that stepping on a banana skin is sure to effect a slip,a man would simply sleep over his wisdom,step on it and volunteer a DOM-DOOM public fall.Actually,I personally feel,man has not yet fully freed himself from his childish wantonness.Or it may be,he is too self-confident in his life's march forward.`NOTHING WILL HAPPEN'is,incidentally,his linguistic defence against life's leaps and loops.

So,when man is to take an action,his pride,his ego demand to be at least switched off for the time being.He must ask Time to halt and pause till he wakes up from his judging absorption.Accuracy first,speed later.Nothing can be had if this point is by-passed.When some fools cite cases of success achieved just by random gambles,we should retort them this way:EVEN THE ACT OF FALLING ASLEEP NEEDS CULTIVATION.WE take first a cool bath,then a measured diet,next see that the bed is cleansed of all dust and dirt,and last a full sweep of the mind of all the impediments like anxiety,tension and pre-occupation of to-morrow's programmes;After all to-morrows are yet-to-be-born children of the realities,called to-days.

All said, our mind likes to go in its own way,as if a never-caring boy whom we call by the name,and not unwisely,ADAMANT.And herein lies the most anti-climactic identity of man:basically he is an Ant who inflates to show to all that he is Adam.A man who works slow,works better.True,these days so fast does time flit that no body can be expected to work slow.But what is the positive outcome of this rat-race age?A big ZERO,A THROUGH AND THROUGH HOLLOW ZERO,A MAGNIFICIENT CIPHER.WE HAVE ACHIEVED ONLY IN DEMOLISHING THE TRANQUILLITY OF MIND THAT WE WERE IN STRONG POSSESSION OF.WE ARE ALL TODAY CHILDREN OF THAT TO-MORROW THAT WOULD NEVER COME,NEVER.NEVER.TO-DAY'S HOMO MECHANICUS MAN IS A GHOST OF HIS OLDER IDENTITY-HOMO SAPIENS.When asked,if marooned in a depopulated island,how would he pass his days,you know, what Stephen Hawking said:`I'd eat creme brule and while away my time in reading George Eliot's MiddleMarch'.