Tidal waves suddenly rousing from the sea like a faceless monster had gobbled up towns in Japan. Televisions and news channels all over the world pour over the amazingly devastating images of what had actually hit the country. Hundreds of survivors are still busy speaking about the tremor they have experienced, and how most of them thought they would inevitably meet their end.

Piles of dead bodies wash up to the new shores, as what was once the home to some one million people become a city trapped underwater, in bits and pieces that is.

People are already busy drawing up conclusions- some talked about poetic justice. It is a warning that Japan should stop mercilessly plough into the sea, making animals that are facing extinction their prey in the process.

But the majority of them would inevitably start about 2012, or at least a large part of them already did.

This is a sign that the world will meet its end, just like how the Mayans have predicted. Just like how that one hyped-about movie back in 2009 had depicted. That is a prelude to our destruction. God has just struck the first chord in his grand orchestra, which will wipe us off the face of this planet. When His orchestra goes full swing, God’s hands will poetically deliver us the fatal blows of our lives.

So let us all cling on to the one year that is left in our lives, hug those loved ones, and drown ourselves in tears and we watch the world crumbling down.

Amidst all these famous notions, the Japanese Prime Minister must have had some moment somewhere where he would cup his face his hands, sigh, and later rush for an emergency cabinet meeting.

Helicopters will land at those prefectures in Japan, and the aid team will rush to evacuate the people from their homes. It is emergency now- a nuclear emergency.

This wasn’t what they had planned for when they decided to build the nuclear plants. What they planned for was a long-lasting energy supply; to make people’s lives more comfortable.

Well, it only takes one demonic, hazardous plant in order to make the lives of the people more comfortable.

They did not foresee that a tsunami or a freak bit of madness from Mother nature would suddenly make their plans go so awfully wrong.

No, you 2012 believers, you are wrong. Very wrong. We don’t need God’s hands to play an orchestra in order to determine our end. We already have it with us. We are building weapons of our own destruction, all in our mad pursuit for one thing- comfort.

We already have two dead cities on Ukraine and Russia as a consequence of our pursuit for the very same comfort.

Oh, and let’s not ignore that nuclear plants are also a statement of intent- ‘Don’t you dare bully us, we can destroy your country with this weapon. You poke my eye, I poke your eye too.’

What if a similar disaster bellows upon North Korea, snapping their nuclear chords on the way? Oh no, God must be laughing at those 2012 believers.

Why does he even need to be involved? We are already determining our own judgment day, aren’t we?

We rather give up than fight on. We vote on those politicians who assume they are doing well for the country while fervently filling up their pockets. And later we fume that we can never change anything in this world, while we are part sum of what this entire world has become.

We talk about Judgment Day and we give up, and we tell God to go ahead and strike us that fatal blow, so that all the misery would come to an end.

We can’t stand the bad news in the world. We sit at the comfort of our sofas and we ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at those devastating news’. We shake our heads in disbelief, while never attempting to change anything. We go into our prayer rooms and ask forgiveness from God for committing that bit of cheating, that bit of corruption, and that bit of selfishness every day.

“It’s nothing compared to what they do, isn’t it so?” we speak to God, and we assume he smiles, we go on and falter again the next day, excusing ourselves on the way.

“The world is like that. What can I do?”

From my novel A Reality without a Shadow:

“I say God has given us the chance, they say its our destiny to meet the end afterall, and there’s no point in struggling against his will. It’s Kaliyuga, its judgement day, this day was almost bound to come, they said.”

“So, do you believe in it?” Yuva finally spoke.

The saadhu looked at him curiously.

“Being a preacher, do you believe that we shouldn’t resist our end?” Yuva asked.

The saadhu seemed to have sunk deep in his thought. “I believe we should accept, only if we have tried. The problem is, the people here say they are trying their best. I’m saying they are not,” he said.

Isn’t that how you go about every day, the holier-than-thou politicians of Malaysia who want to build a nuclear plant here as well?

What if God wants to end everything, would you still attempt to fill in your pockets with that crooked, fake, disgusting smiles on your face?

Don’t worry. There’s poetic justice somewhere, at least I believe so.

God won’t let you off the leash so easily; he won’t liberate us so easily. Just close your eyes and everything will be erased? Not a chance.

Why do we find it so easy to give up? No, we have to fight on. He will make sure we keep fighting on. He will keep testing our resolve.

At least the world won’t end as per dictated by a filmmaker named Roland Emmerich who had only ever done CGI-aided movies constantly harping about the world’s end and destruction.

No, there is no easy way out of this quandary. We created this quandary, and it is us who need to change it, or rectify it. Or it is us who need to experience the consequences.

If at all the world ends in 2012, I would accept it gladly that the misery will finally end.

But I will do what I have to do. I will do everything in my stead to put my talent and gift to good use so that, as cheesy as it might sound, to make a world a better place to be in- at least for a few select people.

If the world ends while I’m doing that, then I have done what I am always meant to do. If it doesn’t end, the soul of mine that is connected to this world will jubilate that we have been given a second chance.

Even if we squander that second chance, which judging by history we would probably do, I would still be pleased because I, as an individual, had done everything I can to make things right.

Maybe I love my life too much that I want to go on as long as it could. But that is always better than giving up at a whim’s opportunity.

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