A news item
in one of the several Sunday papers I read informed me on the 9th
that there’s an ongoing craze worldwide for doing something special on
12.12.12 (and most particularly at 12:12
hours on that ‘special’ day) – that is to say, tomorrow – eating at a fancy
joint, buying a car or a house, or even having a baby! The simple reason being
that such a triple-barrelled date is never going to come again anytime this
century.
As though
it makes the slightest difference to anything at all. The world is being
swamped by people as bored as they are mindless, and dying all the time for
some new sensation – anything at all
would do, the stupider the better…
And of
course, the faint possibility that, courtesy medieval Mayan astronomers, the
world just might end on the 21st is apparently lending the whole
thrill a very special edge. Even the Australian prime minister has been
publicly spoofing about it. Heaven help us.
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1 comment:
Dear Suvro Sir,
What an example of mass hysteria!
I think that it doesn't make any difference even if the world actually comes to an end on that very day, although that is highly unlikely. If the world is about to come to an end and we can't affect the outcome even slightly, then what is the use getting worried/ disturbed/ worked up over it?
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