Schadenfreude, We're Sadists

It's not you or I. It's unfortunately us all.

We are all bloody Sadists. We find sick pleasure when others are in pain. Go deny it, deny me but yourself.

A great day that's widely celebrated is—Dussehra. Hinduism celebrates it as a time to burn 'Ravana'. It's considered to be a symbol of the triumph of good on bad.

The Ravana metaphorically symbolizes Devil, Bad, someone who challenged God and what not. But wait, we forgot that 'Dashanan' was a name given to this man not because he had 10 heads but for he had the power of 10 brains in just one.

When we burn him haughtily, We burn KNOWLEDGE and empower our deep-rooted 'INDIFFERENCE'.

I feel ashamed every time... Well, if we really go by our Hindu epic, "The Ramayana", we will find that the Ravana kidnapped Sita (Lord Rama's wife), and kept her respectfully in a Garden. Never did he dishonor the woman.

You know who dishonored her? Her husband who ardently fought for her, made endless efforts just to reach the island, killed the 'Ravana' and his family members to FINALLY leave her wife when the society questioned her loyalty.

 

If the man could kill for his wife's safety, how could he let her give Agni-Pariksha to prove her purity?

In my understanding, either both of them deserve to be burnt or none. Because whoever they were—Lords or Devils or Humans, they had their flaws just like us.

And who are we to find flaws in them anyway? Burn anyone? When we have got so many flaws to amend, corrections to make, check ourselves?

Today, the festival has lost its meaning because it's just a game of sadism that I can see there.

We get excited about a statue getting burnt, filled with dynamite. Sadism.

Poisoning the Earth despite the worsening conditions of Climate. Sadism.

 

We all portray Schadenfreude: Proudly, Guilt-free, intentionally!