The Wind, The Blood and The Dried leaves…

Once upon a time, there lived a lion who was the king of the jungle. He ruled the jungle with all the wisdom and hence all the animals lived happily. And just when all the things were going perfect, the king fell ill… He was no longer in a position to rule the jungle. Hence he appointed his brother as a stand-in and went deep into the forest to have proper medication.

The brother had neither wisdom nor the knowledge to rule the jungle. The entire jungle was unhappy about his rule. Unable to tolerate this nuisance any longer, a brave centaur went into the forest to inform his beloved king about the present situation.

Unfortunately, he didn’t make through the forest… he didn’t return back to his family either… He was been killed. And everyone knew who did it. Hence the strongest and the bravest men in the jungle formed a union and started towards the king…

And this time – the result was even more devastating. Those men fought in vain but they had no chance against the mighty clan of lions.

Things seemed very much tangled when the mass murderer himself came to the public and warned them that any interference to his governance is no longer tolerated. All their fates were sealed…

The only possible way to get out of this not-so-friendly situation was to inform the king about the present status – And since they couldn’t do it directly, they searched for other alternatives.

All the animals gathered a pile of dried leaves and dyed them red with their own blood and scattered them in air. They hoped that at least one leaf would reach the king and convey their condition.

The wind favoured the weak and thus their beloved king was back and killed his brother. The rogue soldiers were banished. The king later came to know that his brother was forming an alliance with their rivals and they were all planning to take on the king himself. Thus the red leaves didn’t just save the helpless animals; they saved their beloved king too…

That is the power of media.

That is the power of the citizens, when they work collectively for a better society…

And that power – that fire is at its best when the ruling government is democratic as the democracy is itself defined as the government of the people – by the people – for the people…

In a country like India, were the politics are generally avoided by the educated people, the encouragement of the working class to participate in the democratic dialogues is very essential…

Media plays a vital role here. Just as it was the ‘wind’ in the earlier story, media can actually [ and virtually ] connect the people with the government. And just like in the case of wind, it works best at the times of utmost need.

But not all the situations are urgent. Some are worth discussing in the public so that a better solution may be obtained on a longer run… And this is where media can invite the public to confidently exchange their thoughts. When public starts to react along with the media, there is no special need for constructive reforms… The government will either act or be forced to act positively…

That’s the power of ‘blood’.

Without blood, there is no great significance for the wind in the story…

And going back to the story, one more element acted simultaneously along with the wind and blood to bring back smiles to the animals…

The ‘dried leaves’ – just the similar comparison to the present day ‘internet’ – fast and light weight…

With the evolution of internet, the boundaries of social media were expanded beyond their imagination and various organisations like Avaaz.org, ifocusmission.com are involving citizens – especially the youth in the social activities, where our each click will define the well-being of the future generations. And you don’t need to shed even a single drop of ‘blood’ in these online social movements… It’s like providing a ‘bottle of ink’ to the animals in the story…

It is the fastest and the easiest means to react to the immoral and to gather support from everyone…

And finally,

No matter how many leaves we gather,

No matter how much blood we gush,

No matter how strong the wind is…

The ultimate aim must be the well-being of the ‘future generations’.

“Because either the way, History will remember us…”

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lets build a perfect country…
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