She calls out to the man on the street “Sir, can you help me?
It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep Is there somewhere you can tell me?”
He walks on, doesn’t look back He pretends he can’t hear her
He starts to whistle as he crosses the street She’s embarrassed to be there
Oh, think twice, it’s just another day for For you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice, it’s just another day For you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it
She calls out to the man on the street He can see she’s been cryin’
She’s got blisters on the soles of her feet She can’t walk but she’s tryin’
Oh, just think twice, it’s just another day For you and me in paradise
Oh, yes think twice, it’s just another day For you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it, just think about it
Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do?
Oh Lord, there must be something you can say
You can tell from the lines on her face You can see that she’s been there
Probably been moved on from every place ‘Cause she didn’t fit in there
Oh, yes think twice, it’s just another day For you and me in paradise
Oh, yes think twice, it’s just another day For you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it, just think about it
It’s just another day For you and me in paradise

This song by Phill Collins often makes me brood…makes me ponder on whether we are humans with their superior intrinsic ethics and principles or are we just bloody hypocrites trying to pretend something that we are not.
Perhaps humanity… merely means civilizations, and the words associated to it like benevolence, compassion, charity or empathy has absolutely no significance ….and the ones harboring these sentiments are exceptions… errors of humanity, fallible and disturbed.
I often feel that perhaps we would have been better off as apes and monkeys, we could at least bear a clear conscience but then I realize humans have evolved and so has our scruples… we are beyond the narrow range of self-realization and compunction …. Our conscience no longer cause us any inconvenience. It no longer evokes a sense of angst or remorse in us. We have reached the pinnacle with all its splendor… we have become true humans, even resisting our very weaknesses that once held us back from exploring the alleyway of decadence. We have emerged as victors…we have defeated our morals our insight… our virtues… oh, I sound so completely fucked up, ‘virtues and morals’? Sounds theatrical does not it; I better shut up now before someone else suggests me to do that….here…. ‘chup’….I become…




written by ananya chatterjee