From the pen-APN
In
the fast-changing world, every moment the
norms of life are changing. Man is continually changing. His/her attitudes,
beliefs, thinking and the situations around him/her are changing from moment to
moment. In such an ever-transforming world, every individual is toiling hard to
keep balance.
Newly
invented tools, new scientific discoveries and use of modern technology in all
walks of life have given super speed to these processes of change. In short, the world has become super-dynamic. The
world shows kaleidoscopic changes as if it was the trailer of a super-fast
Hollywood action film with time-lapse
effect.
Today
a preschooler of the twenty-first century
can amaze an adult of the 80’s by his/her agility to deal with modern gadgets,
computers, smart-phones and allied technologies.
In
such a world where there is steep competition to survive and where everything is
valued on the basis of utility and where everything is judges basing on skills,
profit-loss implications, the vocation of poetry, drama, literature and fine
arts seem incongruous.
It
seems Literature will soon fashion itself on the notes of some jarring metallic
sounds of industrial machines. Now, literature is losing the charm of the morning
sunrise and the magic of dew-laden grass.
In the opposite, Literature has started to accommodate in its body the digital
rhythms of robotic operations, breathless run of automobiles, the strife
between warring zones, the extreme fight for depleting resources and the dying
voice of morality.
The
nature-poetry, the fresh puff of breeze, the burbling cascades, the varied tall
and short plants, which give a characteristic green to earth, are all going to
fade away in the closed cubicles, which are
artificially chilled with air-conditioners.
If
all things run like machines and with machines disrespecting the fine sensibilities
of literature, we will soon turn into some robots and we will be no more the
human beings. We will be like the battery-powered
doll which mechanically beats the drums to declare that there is some life in
it but all know that such liveliness is without a heart. It is simply
mechanical and functional.
