SubscribeI am in fever-induced delirium today. Apparently, there is a strand of flu-virus floating around in the Mumbai air, infecting anyone who comes in contact. The body constantly feels like a battlefield in this city, with an unfolding war between the immune system, the germs and ever present pollution and dust. Its a contagious city baby, spreading its love.
The city already functions like a living breathing organism here, its individual cells in a constant biological exchange through squeezed local train commutes, its sweat and blood flowing through water, food and everything else. When the world population would have doubled in the next fifty years, more than 75% of the planet would probably be living in one for of slum or another, clustered together in highly optimal rectangular or hexagonal spaces, constantly involved in an ongoing battle for real estate against the corporates and the elite. It would then be the perfect breeding ground for newer and more evolved forms of parasites, spreading unchecked from one human-body-test-tube to another.
The fact is, its immaterial however many hours of research and innovation medical world puts in, we are simply outnumbered. The human intellect cannot win this battle against the microbes; its statistically impossible. That we are doomed to a sick fate (yes, pun intended), is of no doubt in my mind. All we can do, is to wait for the explosion and count our days.
The only hope, of course, is space. If we can simply ‘eject’ out of this ship called Planet Earth, jettison out into the cleaner space, I feel there might be hope for survival. Perhaps the space-race would yield some results in another twenty years; and if that happens, I would be the first one to take up the job of a bartender in the Virgin Galactic’s space hotel, just to escape this battle for earth conquest between the humans and the germs.
Amen.
