We have always been here... stone blocks paved on the side walk... standing stiff, representing the character of the place that has its name after ours and we, we are nameless today because what we were earlier we can’t be anymore... time has eroded our cultural identity, water has washed out our social significance and in this postcolonial world we have to stand by the rules which the world dictates. Any act of identity formation is vastly nuanced and in this act an assertion of the self takes precedence but in our present immobile state, we lack the agency to assert...
Once we commanded and there was also a time when we allowed being lead but now we are generally tossed around... we do have a common faith that works as most belief systems do but we erect no stone idols, super-stone images of our own selves to pay obeisance to... what we follow is the golden rule of hierarchy... the ancient dictum at the Oracle of Delphi: ‘Gnothi Seaton’; carved stones never lie; guides our beliefs... do we possess a spirit? That kind of a question can only be asked by those who do not know what a spirit is!! Can you define it? And if you can, then you automatically know if we have one or not, therefore, we leave it up to your beliefs...
We do not know who we are... and we do not want to be loud about it... all we have left with us is our muted voices which almost sound similar to the sound made by dried leaves when they are crushed by the foot of a man... we empathise, we wish we could make our hearts bleed if that was possible in order to show solidarity; but do not show pity... we do not need yours! Give us a minute of your time s'il vous plaise, and in that moment we hope to make you understand how our apparent insignificance is of utmost importance to our own alter selves and we hate to be kicked around, trampled on all the time in acts of intimacy with the gum-stuck soles of your feet!
