The Junglee Beast : Behind the misty mountain

Gautam Sharma *

LIKE the yesterday's daring metaphors becoming today's clichés, it would be cliché to say 'Beast Will Always Be Beast'. No matter how hard we try to domesticate, we hardly can tamed it and bringing peace and humanity would be far-off the expectation.

The countless chronicles of the awkward roles played by the 'Junglee Beast' far-off the valley, behind the misty mountains but only surprises and rages the masses. And doyens of reviewers came to the conclusion that the 'Beast will always be Beast'.

So, it matter not how they acted upon seemingly 'out of character' by transpiring themselves as perfect image of phantoms, with a human killing machine, scaring oftentimes the plebs with their horrifying tales of authoritative hegemony, ----- Molestations, Extortions, Kidnappings, Murders.

Would it be an exaggeration to say that their cannibalism would write a new apocalypse one day, another worthless Armageddon of the human world we live in?

Marching in the name of Revolution for Sovereignty and chanting the theme of Peace, they don't cease the game of silent assassination ---- characters, lives, and human lifelines.

Though with another name they lives, behinds the misty mountain, they still not failed to show their satanic powers in the valley as well as the hills; snatched the child to kill from their parents, widowed the young women by thrashing the husbands to death, disappeared the father from in front of the child's eyes.

To whom it has to be blame?

None, but the Monster, who wear the mask of a Samaritan, that been hypnotizing the many ordinary Hillizens with his promise of new kingdom through illusion. His powerful selfish mind turns the simple minds into an ogre mind --- a Junglee Beast, after poisoning with words, and then he pointed his finger to devastate the peace.

And also it has to be blamed to the bias eyes among us, who are imperial in their views. But everyone there and here is just only a pawn in the game; this is what the verse of Dylan's would remind us:
From the poverty shacks,
he looks from the cracks to the tracks
And the hoof beats pound in his brain
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

Newsperson: A one day training program on 'Strike while the iron is hot' was conducted today at Hotel Kelichana, FireShung. Participants in the training program were provided hand-on support by resource persons on 'how to conduct a heavy bandh'; 'how to burn tyres on the streets' and running fast before the arrival of riot squad, etc. The participants were also sent to field work today at various places like RIMS roads, Keisamthong, Singjamei, Moirangkhong, Wangkhei, etc.

Tagline: The Sound of Siren always breaks Serene