The first time I heard about this was when I was in the 7th standard class. We were asked to write an essay on this topic. As ever, all of us had surrendered to the most popular “Essay book for schools” (I’m not very sure about the exact title of the book), which was a text book kind of thing with essays on many common topics in it. We used to pick lines from that book and promptly put it down in our notebooks.
Well, the topic that I am speaking of (rather, writing about) currently is one of the most dreaded topics of the day, a speck funnier to add – Population Explosion!
Each time I got this topic, the very title of the essay would amuse me to the core. “Population – alright. But what’s there to explode?” I used to think. I had by-hearted the population in numbers back then. Each time I was asked to write about it, I used to promptly put down the figures and a few statements elaborating the same. This seemed a speck easier than by-hearting big sentences with inapprehensive words. However, I always failed to realize a funny, yet a harsh truth; the truth that the number I had by-hearted is a magical number; the truth that it keeps changing –more so, increasing – every minute, every second; the truth that someday the same number would make people go in search of possible solutions for the numerous hazards being caused by it. Owing to this ignorance, I kept writing the same number that I had by-hearted – as if it was my lucky number – on all occasions when I was asked to write. The results were many, with the least marks awarded for my essay and my growing ignorance being the non-tangible, yet the most visible and most predictable of all outcomes. Well, can I really claim the essay to be solely ‘mine’? Not really!
But who cared? I was just like any other kid who studies in the 7th standard class; the same kid naturally bundled with abundant ignorance owing to the innocence at the age. How could they ever expect me, or for that matter- the kids at that age, to know the cause and effects of what they call as population ‘explosion’? All I knew was the ‘bomb’ explosion. I used to try hard to think on similar lines what the phrase ‘population explosion’ could mean; imagining people to explode and break into pieces, thus increasing the count of the magical number! Then, I used to wonder, how it is that everyone’s body is intact in spite of the explosion! And more importantly, how is it that I hadn’t exploded yet! I also feared asking this to anyone, lest my ignorance be pushed to the fore!
But nothing teaches as perfectly as time does. The sun kept jumping from East to West, occasionally shifting from North to South and back to North – God knows for how long. I realized that he had been doing this for a significantly long time, only when I had moved out of my school. The calendar announced that the sun had jumped close to 1,825 times from East to West, and shifted almost 10 times from North to South and back to North – which meant the world had recorded five more years of history in its diary. I was now in the 12th standard class, studying biology as one of my subjects; and that was when Archimedes decided to bless me with a boon that even I get a realization of a big ‘Truth’ in a small way, just like how he had! The truth about the increasing population in our country, or even the world for that matter, and its effects dawned on me all of a sudden in the auspicious presence of my biology lecturer in a classroom. I have been wondering about it ever since.
Now returning to my basic doubt, what exactly is exploding here? First of all, I would like to heartily congratulate the person who coined the term – for having coined a very comical, funny, yet a beautifully describing word for what I would call a ‘natural phenomenon’. Had I been born a little late, say with the next generation, I would have certainly categorized this as a ‘natural disaster’! Why would I call it ‘natural’? Well, my dear friend, how else do you think the population would increase? And why is it a ‘disaster’? This write up is the reply to thy question! Most probably, the fast increasing count of the magical number would have seemed like something rapidly blowing up when a bomb is diffused, and hence the term.
Although the word Population Explosion projects a huge problem gnawing at humanity in a much humorous way, it is high time that we started sensing the concern behind this humor. I was reading an online journal the other day, where it said “Whilst the Indo-US Nuclear pact emerged as a major concern, even threatening to cost a party’s political dominance, a significant day went unobserved by the public. The ‘World Population Day’, being celebrated on 11th of July every year throughout the world, did not find any significance in our country this year in the wake of this political drama.”
If a commoner is asked what is so significant about the ‘days’ that we observe, or more so – the World Population Day, he would – in all probability – give a cold stare at you and wonder if you were not educated at school at all. The common perception amongst the larger mass is that we – the people – observe such ‘days’ just to remember/plan a significant thing, once a year at the least (read ‘at the most’). But what they don’t see is the reason why we remembered/planned to do that “something” significant on that day. Was it just to gain publicity as an organization promptly holding some activities on the given ‘day’? For instance, one would have certainly observed numerous institutions and many celebrities planting a sapling on ‘World Environment Day’, marking their commitment to afforestation and leaving the sapling’s growth to nature’s mercy from the very next day onwards. They tend to ‘remember’ Mother Nature only on that day and nothing more. Not that all organizations or all celebrities do this act, but definitely a majority of them would!
A significantly large number of people believe that observing such ‘days’ as the ‘World Environment Day’, ‘World Literacy Day’, ‘World Population Day’ et al. is absolutely of no worth at all; and that people should be educated to observe the same all year round, instead. I have often heard people mellowing “What is the use of having this feeling on one day in a year? One should have the same feeling throughout the year. There is no need to reserve one day for such activities.”
While it is heartening to see that those people know their responsibilities well, we also need to note something equally important on the other hand. It is agreed that the ignorant should be educated regarding their ‘all-year-round’ responsibilities. But at the same time, observing such ‘day’s once a year would also play a significant role in reaching out to the masses and actually educating them. It is an opportunity to the educated class to bring on par with them their non-educated counterparts, so that the world isn’t destroyed owing to sheer ignorance of man – the “kind”.
Having said this, we would then be required to know for ourselves, at the first place, what the cause and effects of population explosion could be – in order that we educate the rest of the mass. I happened to be talking to one of my distant relatives back in my hometown about this, and all he had to say is this:
“Srinivasa, you would certainly agree with me that if you do not beget a male child, then you are doomed to be rotting in hell. You would have no place in heaven, since you wouldn’t have anyone to perform your rites when you depart.”
Although I am religious to some extent, my heart actually refused to second his opinion. Upon reflecting on his thoughts for some more time, I only realized that this small thought was a huge contributor to the increasing magical number. The rural mass, at times, are being ill-educated. We all would have practically seen many couples, especially in the rural areas, begetting a child after child, after another child – with all their ‘efforts’ going in vain with the birth of a baby girl every time. Their only wish would be to beget a baby boy; and even if they end up with their ‘only desire’ satiated, it would often be the case where the baby boy is not the ‘only child’ from that couple. Imagine the same scenario on a larger scale, with many couples involved from numerous villages across the span of our nation. With this, obviously my lucky number (the magic number) would go for a toss. Wouldn’t it?
But who instilled this superstition among the people? This is a noble question that ought to be answered. Observing carefully through our history and mythology, we read that the people (especially the characters in the Hindu mythology) had many children in those days (easily more than 5000 years ago). This started right from Brahma (the creator). The legend has it that he had four sons (said to be born out of mind, called ‘brahma maanasa putra’), and named them Sanaka, Sanatana, Sanandana and Sanatkumara. They were verily the embodiments of renunciation. The creator begot the four sons to advance his creation, or ‘increase the population’ in simple terms. But they were so unmindful of the worldly pleasures that they refused to reproduce and took a vow of celibacy for life. The frustrated Brahma then gave birth to sage Narada and wished that at least he would take his process of creation forward by reproducing. But to Brahma’s dismay, even Naranda remained a celibate for life. Thus were born many sages from Brahma (the seven popular sages, also believed to be the stars in the ‘saptarshi mandala’), who were granted the power to attain the Supreme even though they remained in this material world begetting children and thus taking his process of creation forward.
As we can see, the legend itself trumpets the birth of so many people, meant to ‘increase the population’. When this is taught to the rural masses, you obviously wouldn’t expect them to act otherwise. Would you? I don’t see any mistake on their part, rather in their ignorance. The onus is on us – the educated lot – to convince them about the facts.
Now, if you alleged that all this is being told only against the rural masses, wait a minute. Let us try and think about the state that existed some five decades back in the urban areas; a time when religion and spirituality were at their maxima. Everyone was being taught the 2 great epics – Ramayana and Mahabharata. Well, I don’t see any issue here. They certainly have to be studied, I agree. But was the right thing communicated to the right people in a right way? I am sure the ‘educators’ of the yester years would want to attend the ‘articulation and assertiveness skills’ session, at least a few of them if not all. Some of the main points highlighted in Ramayana would include somethings like ‘King Dasharatha had four sons and King Janaka had four daughters’. The epic goes on to depict the mutual love they showed towards each other. All said well, but at the end of it, the educator would also want to convey the right message to the masses. If the statement that I instantiated above was communicated to the masses without elaborating on one particular thing (which will be obvious after you read this), the obvious picture in the minds of the people would be to beget at least three to four kids (or even more, in case they are ‘blessed’) – each of them displaying unconditional love, among themselves as well as to their parents. That, they would consider, is a ‘perfect’ family. Same is the case with Mahabharata too. I would say Kunti would have been a better candidate for the authorship of ‘My experiments with…’ series of books; experimenting motherhood before marriage, begetting five sons just for the sake of experimenting a hymn on different demi-gods, getting those five sons married to a single lady, et al. King Dhritarashtra fathering 100 sons is something that catches the attention of the masses easily! Perhaps, the author – sage Vyasa – would have assumed the least bit of common sense among his audience, which many people have failed to display. They would rather look at it in a different perspective. Proof? The trend that existed some decades back – “We two, ours twenty”, which thankfully reduced to “We two, ours two” (or ‘I one and mine one’, put in more basic terms) over a certain time period. Now, we are only left with the hope of “We two, ours one” for which a huge array of institutions are striving hard to take this message to a larger mass.
I don’t wholly blame the generation that had the “We two, ours – donno” attitude. It was the case where the mortality (both child and adults) rates were very high, and somehow the balance existed. But as time progressed, only the medicinal field kept pace along with it, with numerous inventions and discoveries to reduce the mortality rates. The human brain, however, remained in the same state. There was no magic played on it, which has turned out to be the most unfortunate thing today. People failed to understand that as mortality rates reduced, we also needed to check on natality; and the result? My lucky number is growing beyond limits; or could we say it is ‘exploding’?
–To be continued…