How evil can people be ? Or rather is what is it to be evil ? When does one cross the line of culpability? Are ethics and moral code defunct in this age or do they still bear some significance?
Well with the world as it is now , being subjective can by all means spell your doom . Objectivity for all intents and purposes, is considered a trait to be cherished. Gone are the days when ill was proscribed, it is part and parcel of our existence now. The retrace for positive appraisal, the cut throat cob webs of organizational hierarchy, the boss’ contumely, the perking off on business trips; is there an end in sight?
Being the Subservient One , never pays. Amidst the trap doors set by indignant recluses, all the work of institutionalized people ends up being an appendage to their ‘success story’ as such. So, is there a way out of this intricately woven cobweb of organizational culture?
Some say lying out of a predicament – is one way of making sure that you don’t end up as a scapegoat. But how reasonable is it?
To me, this turn of events has established anything but contentment or catharsis. I have , ever since , wanted to trust that I am a constituent of a line of work, a discipline appending to whom I could, if opportune, put in my understanding and ability. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that I always wanted to think that this discipline had firm borders and statute of limitations and that there were indispensable things to be on familiar terms with, to defend, and to impart.
With things as they are nowadays: the whole lot is subject to never-ending speculation, debasement, slander and libel of explicit verbiage. Vogues disappear as fast as they burst on the scene, so do academic theories, often paraphrased from one another, seldom original – yet going along with the vacuum of the society.
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I do believe that a few lines of verse would elucidate the point further : [/b]
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A lie once went out to play ,
they say it was of yore ,
for looming around in the yards of clay ,
was truth , the persistent bore.
Hopscotch it was at first,
As bounced forth the tile;
Truth put up a half ,
but Lie : a mile……
Chess came then,
Two rooks, and a knight ,
and ‘Truth’ be told , it was a fix ;
with no key in sight.
All and sundry but the king ,
stood solemn in black and white ,
with no court for the bard to sing ,
left was he with naught but spite.
And through spite it was ,
that kindred bloom,
for truth was green ,
and ignominy did loom.
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Knowledge gives humans a rationale and makes them feel swollen with pride and eminent from the rest of the world, the rest of the outlooks. Nevertheless even with that said, I suppose it is of the essence to focus on the actuality that this conceits that result from reckoning ourselves higher makes us unsighted to why we truly subsist; our conceit covers any valid implication, which we try to find all our lives and brings us back to square one.
But in searching for this truth, why is it that we find ourselves living in vain, imitating others at an attempt to achieve contentment?
It is for the most part – ignorance keeping us hanging in allusions, as fortuitous as a bacchanal, before marching into the battlefield. Why does it recur time and again, that humans cling onto the anticipation or overt optimism that there is more to our existence than reality and give in to the clandestine temptations of those allusions – leading us to lie ?
But we can, we have got to, do better. In the balance is the premise of morality itself, and what it is able to impart to the next generation. I wouldn’t say that it is imperative, as for all intents and purposes; it is not. But without such a exquisite set of guidelines, communities have no scope to guide them along the way.
