My Angel Wish...

I would not want to think that the advent of newspapers and television has become more of a bad phenomenon for mankind rather than a good one. Despite the enjoyment afforded to us by these things, one can not help but observe that events are most often unfolded in huge scale proportions, probably because there is the intention of delivering more drama than simple facts.

No matter where we go, when we flip the newspapers, or switch on the television sets, we get fresh depressing news every day! I flinched at those gory little details of murders, accidents or other conflicts which are being aired daily by the different television networks at dinnertime. But what is lamentable, is the fact that these horrors have become inordinate yet integral part of our everyday life. One could just imagine the effect of these on the minds of the children. It is possible that in their innocence they view these horrors to be the natural order of life. The thought is indeed very frightening.

Thus it becomes my fervent wish that our news headlines should be spruced up with more inspiring stories instead of horrendous events of atrocities. Surely there must be lots of beautiful stories out there in this still wonderful world of ours, just waiting to be told. Yes, stories which will tell us of hope and goodness of men. Stories which will inspire us, or which will soothe away the fears on real and imaginary frightful things that our hearts assume every tomorrow will probably bring. But i

t is very sad that we have unintentionally relegated stories of goodness and honesty and kindness to children’s books, or worse in fairy tales. It is easier for us to believe that most declared truths are just plain lies, or that there must be some underlying selfish motive behind every good deed. In these times when it is considered cool to be calculated and cold-hearted, it is simpler to accept that people are prone to do bad things rather than good.

One does not know when the exigencies of greed took over one’s life. But long before ambition took control over our lives, sometime before we were driven to accumulate more material things that we could possibly need, I remember that there was innocence in our youth, fewer needs, and simple happiness. That we never knew of their passing spared us from mourning their loss. Unless we remember these things, maybe we do deserve the kind of news we are being fed every day.