And in the microcosmic world, the Ebola virus is marching across the world in such quick giant steps. While the humans have enabled easy travel between continents at 600 miles an hour in an airplane, the Ebola virus seems to love the air travel because of its tremendous speed and efficiency. More hosts means better spread! What would have once upon a time remained endemic, now poises to become a quick pandemic. Are we all going to be wiped out by this evil Ebola?
But the reality is that we don't necessarily need the Ebola virus to put an end to our human species! Do we? That one little sperm of the human himself, could valiantly put an end to all of us! What ya think? Ponder did I, and chose to blog about that little sperm bastard today.
That was not an usual day for that sperm. His mom and dad had done their job, and as the end result, there he was, as evidence for their heat! He had been spit out of the male organ, insipid, along with his countless other brothers, all in their grotesque viscid form! He had intense separation anxiety having been unjustly abandoned by the dad into his mom. Had it been a day of his parents "protected" communion, then his fate would have only been worse. He would have been laid to rest there, inside the unforgivingly solitary bathroom trash can, going through slow asphyxiation in the rubber, getting assimilated by the microorganism such as the surrounding bacteria.
At least that was not case that fateful day. His dad had not used protection. The sperm was a little slippery dude and thus didn't have the capacity to adhere to his mom's inner linings. He needed to wade through the darkness and find his lover, the spherical egg! Nature had charged him up with enough energy for the next few days to be able to live alone. It was the same case with the egg as well. She was filled with the plumpness of energy, perhaps the ability to survive a little longer than him. However she faced similar fate as his. If they both united, they faced the brighter future of life as opposed to the darkness of death.
Mother Nature had passed on the message to both the sperm and the egg quite clearly "alone, you both perish, but stay united, you could flourish". That was the nature's trick to foster varieties of the same thing, instead of the same thing of the same thing to perpetuate in this otherwise mundane world. It appears inane to write the above sentence, but it is true! Think about a human born out of just the sperm only or the egg only! The whole world would end up as uninteresting junk. Like stacks and stacks of millions of Iphone 6 Plus in the store, all alike without any variety! Nature didn't want life-forms to end up that uninteresting! Thus, it was imperative for them to meet each other, the egg and the sperm! Their consummate being had the capacity to etch a little life for themselves within the largeness of their mom's life for the next 10 months.
The sperm was surrounded by millions of his own kind. Every one of them were wagging their tail like a little dog, posed a nice outward countenance, as though they were congenial little things as long as they lived inside their dad. But in their little souls, they nurtured a demolishing spirit to crush the rest of their kind. Nature had given them that property as a natural instinct. The moment they were made to exit their dad, they became unfriendly to each other right away. What gives? You see, now it was a question of survival, for, there were not millions of eggs to accept the millions of the sperms to give 'em all life. There was just one little lady waiting in the ampulla of the uterine tube! She was the one queen to join the holy matrimony with that one victorious sperm and mount the conjugal throne. And the annals of history would go on to record those rest of the millions of the sperms, apart from the victor, as pathetic losers who met with death because of their inability to mate with the egg in a timely manner!
It sure was a life or death battle. And thus, amidst the normally peaceful environment deep inside the crevice of that mom, started the spermatic chaos. That was the beginning of the ugly rat race in which the sperms were the exclusive participants. They were running hither and thither to go find their queen like in a Easter Egg hunt! And our protagonist sperm swam and swam and swam as fast as he could. He didn't have any clear vision! No GPS system built-in either. But he intuitively knew how to navigate himself through the tube named after Gabrielle Falloppio! And those few inches of separation from his thus far unseen queen, seemed like several thousand of miles of distance for him! He was exhausting all his little energy that he had. For, he knew it was well worth it, because he was choosing life over death.
And finally, there She was! His gorgeous Lady! Seeing Her, gave the most ray of hope of life that a person could ever get in his life! Amidst the millions of the sperms, he was the closest to Her, and it became evident that She was his own now! Amidst the conventional outlook of viewing a curvy women as the most beautiful, how could a spherical unicellular lady without any bends appear to be so beautiful to a man's eyes? But that is what he thought of Her! Apart from sheer admiration he also had a great sense of gratitude towards Her! She was his saviour! She had used her magic, had drawn him to Her like a magnet to the hidden place where she was! She was preordained by Nature to give him life and in turn get Her own life extended!
The sperm was in a state of ecstatic joy! Almost like that of a man in death row given amnesty by the presidential executive order at the last moment and let to go out of the jail as a free man! He gave her the best possible passionate hug and poked her outer layer and burrowed himself deep into her! And ladies and gentleman, that is how our hero, Mr. Sperm got his life extended! He was supposed to be a lowly little earthly creature with just a meager few days of life, but by finding his mate, the egg, and appropriately impregnating her with his nucleus, he had successfully extended his life by infinite proportions! He was not necessarily immortal, but that is what he thought at that moment of successful survival considering the other dying brethren sperms.
And then the rest of the 265 days of his life were spent inside his mother's womb, the cozy little home that was especially made for him by mother nature. That hoggish little bastard was unaware, or even if aware, he probably would disagree, that his life was continuing to be a lowly one in general terms, as he was sucking at his mom's energy for his own selfish growth without necessarily giving her anything else in return. How does that matter anyway, as his mom was quite seriously involved in his creation and now it became her duty to nurture him.
And then in the next several months, his mom began to feel his tiny movements and was exhilarated. Thus, apart from the sperm himself, there was one more person who got happy because of him - his mom. Then when he got a little bigger he could generate more kinetic energy. His dad could put a hand on his mom's lower abdomen and feel him as well. Now there were two people who got happy because of of this little sperm! And in the last of the three trimesters, the sperm's head started getting bigger. The heavy head started its descent downwards like a shuttle coming back home after 10 months in the space. His mom had small limited pelvic real estate and this bastard successfully encroached upon the available little space. Mom's bladder and rectum were crushed. She had to pee and poop more frequently because of his atrocious spread in that small pelvic world.
And the fateful day came, when he was ready to come out of the womb. The midwife got notified. The labor table was sterilized and made ready. His mom was prepped and draped and got on the table in lithotomy position. When the birth of a child would happen in a small delivery room, usually there would be nobody else apart from the medical professionals and the mother. Sometimes the dad might be there to cut the umbilical cord. That is it. Under normal circumstances who else would rejoice at the birth of this little bastard?
But a Tamil poet thought of the birthing event otherwise. Instead of just the duo mom and dad, imagine the whole human race as the enthralled audience waiting with abundant eagerness for the birthing event to happen! He wrote as though the whole human species would remain synchronously attuned to the ticking clock, waiting for that exact moment when the child's head would pop out of the birth canal and then exclaim in sruthi perfect harmonious voice "Welcome dear child!"
Look what Pavendar Bharathidasan wrote:
என் குலம் என்றுன்னை தன்னிடம் ஒட்டிய
மக்கட் பெருங்கடல் பார்த்து மகிழ்ச்சிக் கொள்!
That was one grandiose vision of a poet, isn't it? How better could you glorify the birth of this one little sperm in any other manner? The whole sea of humans from all over the world, the whites, the blacks, the browns, and the yellows! Various nationalities, speaking various languages, belonging to various religions, to have descended upon the labor and delivery room, with the sole purpose of congratulating and welcoming this little sucker!
And ladies and gentleman, that is where the conceit of the sperm started! He was welcomed by the human race, into the human world to be one humble of them. But look what happened on the contrary! He began to think that he was so important that the whole world waited to see him be born! Mother Nature sure didn't expect this anti-climactic twist. From the time of his birth, this little spermatic bastard, unbeknownst thus far, would start spending his entire earthly life, honing all his biases. Gender, racial, religious, communal, linguistic, professional and what not!
What used to be a powerless little creature, even in the millions, all packed in such small amount of slimy, gooey discarded ejaculate, has now attained 6 feet tall of a physical form! He now has learnt to make quick killing weapons, including those of mass destructive capables, the nuclear ones!
And here we are worried about the silly little Ebola virus!
It sure was a life or death battle. And thus, amidst the normally peaceful environment deep inside the crevice of that mom, started the spermatic chaos. That was the beginning of the ugly rat race in which the sperms were the exclusive participants. They were running hither and thither to go find their queen like in a Easter Egg hunt! And our protagonist sperm swam and swam and swam as fast as he could. He didn't have any clear vision! No GPS system built-in either. But he intuitively knew how to navigate himself through the tube named after Gabrielle Falloppio! And those few inches of separation from his thus far unseen queen, seemed like several thousand of miles of distance for him! He was exhausting all his little energy that he had. For, he knew it was well worth it, because he was choosing life over death.
And finally, there She was! His gorgeous Lady! Seeing Her, gave the most ray of hope of life that a person could ever get in his life! Amidst the millions of the sperms, he was the closest to Her, and it became evident that She was his own now! Amidst the conventional outlook of viewing a curvy women as the most beautiful, how could a spherical unicellular lady without any bends appear to be so beautiful to a man's eyes? But that is what he thought of Her! Apart from sheer admiration he also had a great sense of gratitude towards Her! She was his saviour! She had used her magic, had drawn him to Her like a magnet to the hidden place where she was! She was preordained by Nature to give him life and in turn get Her own life extended!
The sperm was in a state of ecstatic joy! Almost like that of a man in death row given amnesty by the presidential executive order at the last moment and let to go out of the jail as a free man! He gave her the best possible passionate hug and poked her outer layer and burrowed himself deep into her! And ladies and gentleman, that is how our hero, Mr. Sperm got his life extended! He was supposed to be a lowly little earthly creature with just a meager few days of life, but by finding his mate, the egg, and appropriately impregnating her with his nucleus, he had successfully extended his life by infinite proportions! He was not necessarily immortal, but that is what he thought at that moment of successful survival considering the other dying brethren sperms.
And then the rest of the 265 days of his life were spent inside his mother's womb, the cozy little home that was especially made for him by mother nature. That hoggish little bastard was unaware, or even if aware, he probably would disagree, that his life was continuing to be a lowly one in general terms, as he was sucking at his mom's energy for his own selfish growth without necessarily giving her anything else in return. How does that matter anyway, as his mom was quite seriously involved in his creation and now it became her duty to nurture him.
And then in the next several months, his mom began to feel his tiny movements and was exhilarated. Thus, apart from the sperm himself, there was one more person who got happy because of him - his mom. Then when he got a little bigger he could generate more kinetic energy. His dad could put a hand on his mom's lower abdomen and feel him as well. Now there were two people who got happy because of of this little sperm! And in the last of the three trimesters, the sperm's head started getting bigger. The heavy head started its descent downwards like a shuttle coming back home after 10 months in the space. His mom had small limited pelvic real estate and this bastard successfully encroached upon the available little space. Mom's bladder and rectum were crushed. She had to pee and poop more frequently because of his atrocious spread in that small pelvic world.
And the fateful day came, when he was ready to come out of the womb. The midwife got notified. The labor table was sterilized and made ready. His mom was prepped and draped and got on the table in lithotomy position. When the birth of a child would happen in a small delivery room, usually there would be nobody else apart from the medical professionals and the mother. Sometimes the dad might be there to cut the umbilical cord. That is it. Under normal circumstances who else would rejoice at the birth of this little bastard?
But a Tamil poet thought of the birthing event otherwise. Instead of just the duo mom and dad, imagine the whole human race as the enthralled audience waiting with abundant eagerness for the birthing event to happen! He wrote as though the whole human species would remain synchronously attuned to the ticking clock, waiting for that exact moment when the child's head would pop out of the birth canal and then exclaim in sruthi perfect harmonious voice "Welcome dear child!"
Look what Pavendar Bharathidasan wrote:
என் குலம் என்றுன்னை தன்னிடம் ஒட்டிய
மக்கட் பெருங்கடல் பார்த்து மகிழ்ச்சிக் கொள்!
That was one grandiose vision of a poet, isn't it? How better could you glorify the birth of this one little sperm in any other manner? The whole sea of humans from all over the world, the whites, the blacks, the browns, and the yellows! Various nationalities, speaking various languages, belonging to various religions, to have descended upon the labor and delivery room, with the sole purpose of congratulating and welcoming this little sucker!
And ladies and gentleman, that is where the conceit of the sperm started! He was welcomed by the human race, into the human world to be one humble of them. But look what happened on the contrary! He began to think that he was so important that the whole world waited to see him be born! Mother Nature sure didn't expect this anti-climactic twist. From the time of his birth, this little spermatic bastard, unbeknownst thus far, would start spending his entire earthly life, honing all his biases. Gender, racial, religious, communal, linguistic, professional and what not!
What used to be a powerless little creature, even in the millions, all packed in such small amount of slimy, gooey discarded ejaculate, has now attained 6 feet tall of a physical form! He now has learnt to make quick killing weapons, including those of mass destructive capables, the nuclear ones!
And here we are worried about the silly little Ebola virus!
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