The darkest corner of soul

It was exactly when the thoughts started to bleed & the emotions started to melt, evaporating an uncanny pungent smoke of barbarism - a seven year old boy somewhere near Delhi was burned alive a few days back by some savages. The reason stated behind so far is that boy was asking them to compensate for his cycle that got broken by their car.

If the human life is this cheap, not even worthy enough of the cost of bicycle then the breed of homo sapiens haven't achieved anything in the due course of its two million years evolution. Violence is being enjoyed. The media using it as mantra these days plying the viewers with a eight foot tall Indian man who is wresting in the land of uncle Sam; I am told his name is Khali & he is adding into the nation's prestige.
Paraphrasing in Thoreau's word - 'truth rather than fame & money', it uncovers the veil that humans of this century wears of being civilized. Nevertheless, the definition of civilization is changed, where the cravings of violence is quenched by not only in practice but also in viewing. The rumble is as much enjoyed in witnessing as in acting.
We are descendants of animals & we always are an animal.