The Malady of Cynicism
and how it can kill achievable and meaningful dreams
In the bustling city of Kolkata, once lived a man of faith and fear. However, his faith was invested in the image of a tyrant God. He believed in someone who lives in the sky, is powerful, omnipotent, and serves justice - a standard patriarchal God. He was an average man who fled his country during the 1971 war, a man of faith, whose only deliberate vice is cynicism. A strange man indeed. I don’t know my grandfather as a person, since he passed away many years before I was born, but I know one thing about him which paints a very distinct image of his character in my mind. He was a cynic who indulged in the excess of superlatives. In his world, the worst is inevitable. People are not bad they are worst, things are not bad but worst, risk of investments are not bad but.. well, you got the idea.
My grandfather was a tall man whose faith in the goodness of anything was quite puny, so he prayed to his invincible Gods at least three times a day. In the department of quirky …