And we go to war at dawn !
A
rather familiar chorus is heard being sung by the nation's mothers and their
children. A rhythm of whining, fiery arguments and frustrated bickering as old
as time rings day in and day out, varying from home to home but essentially the same. At first glance, a
mother- child argument is …well…loud and messy.. …it’s a power struggle. But if
you actually sit down and really observe its is actually intriguing.
Cleverly
disguised as just a lot of noise that seems to have no tune, no melody, and no
direction; the quarrel of a mother and her child is actually the combined
brilliance of Desert Fox and the goddess Athena herself. It is what I like to
call the big daddy of social survival. It’s the very basic form of political-social
conspiracies in the making. A devilish and ingenious form of warfare.
Knowingly or unknowingly, the obstinate clashes are actually the them figuring out a game plan. Battle tactics, defense manoeuvres, offence ploys, all to use in their every day lives.
Social circles are war fields. The theater of war in question here is one that we witness everyday, from the sidelines of course..a nice safe corner to be precise.
The
other day I was about to stomp out of the room in frustration because, well its
impossible to watch Two and a Half Men when you've got a middle aged woman
arguing with her blossoming boy about the happenings at school. Coming away
from the importance of Two and the Half Men….a certain line caught on to me
faster than Kolaveri Di ever could :
"HE SAID WHAT?!". With me and my love for drama and gossip, I
had to see what this was about.
And
they chattered….well, threw, code words, view points, irrational rationales at
each other like dodge balls. Discussing; loudly, but discussing none the less of
what to say next, when to say what. Papers being flown, reasons being thought
out, predictions being made. High command would quiz and question and field operative
would answer.
Before
any final decisions could be made of course there was the background check.
Examining of other emissaries is done, class room scenarios are calculated.:
"How much did he get?" , "What has xyz told the teacher?" ,
"Who has abc told?" and so on.
At-the-moment-allies and sugar coated enemy camps are called, complex
manipulation tactics laced with the sweetest of honeys are then used in
seemingly casual conversations which take place to extract any information
needed to further measure the situation.
Their own army's position is
assessed in an unforgiving war of hierarchy. And like this, the plan of action
for the next day is decided.
Its was like being in war bunker with Erwin
Rommel and a lot of charts, map, and blueprints!
Living it Up,
Memon Me.
