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Inhumanity

There was a news broadcast recently in which a 65-year-old man in Tamil Nadu's Perambular died because of a heart attack days after being brutally thrashed by his son. The accused son who had been living separately was enraged over his father's decision to not divide that family property. He went to his father's house and violently assaulted his father which was caught on CCTV video and then proceeded to go viral on social media. Seeing that video, my eyes stung and my chest hurt physically. I cannot imagine how a person can do that to his own father- who brought him up and provided him with everything till he was able to stand on his own two feet. The pure inhuman behaviour on the part of the son would've been too hard to believe if it wasn't caught on camera. Blinded by thirst for money and usage of drugs, alcohol and so on, that man was unable to even understand why his father had refused to divide the property in the first place.

In a world where drug usage and doing anything for money is becoming a "trend" or "cool", these types of news help us understand how grave the effect of it all is. Human relationships have been reduced to monetary benefits and personal gains. People are willing to do anything and everything in the name of money. The usage of drugs and over-consumption of alcohol continue to corrupt society without fail. The people using them are not only destroying themselves but some of them even extend that harm and pain and inflict it on other people too. Innocent people become victims of such brutality.

It is important in such an age to build true and pure relationships- whether with our parents, relatives or friends. Money is important, yes. It is required for the basic necessities of our life. But to tarnish our own soul and destroy another life for the sake of it- as I said before- is purely inhuman.

And what are we supposed to be if we are not humane? What other species on this earth is supposed to be more humane than humans ourselves?


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