Cathartic mission

Finally I sit down to write something worthwhile, something different than my crappy piece of thoughts penned down as work of ill-formed parody! This recourse to the blog domain has been a bit delayed, but timely nevertheless. I was a bit preoccupied with things at my end. Too many things on my plate, but I was never going to miss my desserts.

So here's how I got the impetus. One fine day I woke up to the news of Uncle Sam doing something extraordinary. Years of research being stuffed into a missile, whose only aim would be to travel thousands of kilometers away from the earth and dig a hole so deep into that lifeless natural satellite of ours, that it might take years altogether to fathom its depth! Did I say lifeless moon? Had it been so, I wouldn't have given it a damn to be keeping myself awake at this point in time to write about this astronomical feat. I was later on told by my friends that the electronic media went ga-ga over the munificence of NASA to invest so heavily on this project. I was also informed the missile was designed to pound its surface so hard that plumes of debris will be visible kilometers above its surface. And as expected, none of these happened on the contrary!

I know, it will be another pat for the mankind - and a huge uplift for its continual endeavor towards superiority over anything tangible. Omnipotent as a word can now rest in peace. We are here to redefine our rules, the meaning which transpires out of the circumstances we are in and most importantly, the stark reality of our callous attitude towards other forms of life. Erudite we have become, and its affectation has transcended few boundaries. And when I talk in a manner descried as "holier than thou", I am supposed to represent a sect of "poor little things" on this planet, who are cynical about what we can do in our authority of being "human beings" and ones who can seemingly attempt to thwart the rolling juggernaut.

But with due respect to those with ulterior motives, I am not going to while around being a couch potato - waiting to be bathed in the realms of "extraordinary science" and rejoice over our extra terrestrial reach. If I proclaim to be responsible, I have to get up and question the legitimacy of our modern conduct. We can't always be thinking about ourselves!

So this "moon bombing", as I choose to call it, made for an interesting rave and kept everyone's imagination in a fizzy. I for one, started with the mechanics and dynamics of the missile used for this project. And then the next object under my purview, our dear moon, made me think. The scientists had gone ahead with this mission assuming that no life existed on its surface. But what if they were wrong? The mission entailed research in upcoming months into the contents of the debris extracted out of moon's surface. What if it shows that it had some life forms at the time of the bombing? Who's going to take up the responsibility? Even in the case of something being found, I presume we could simply wash our hands off, thinking that it doesn't affect us in any way!

I know it may sound a bit presumptuous to be questioning a community on something whose results are not entirely known. My greatest fear is the fear itself getting realised into reality. We may not feel the pain as human beings, but would like to ask everyone to think over this scenario:

An alien warship sinks into the US creating a crater equal to the size of a football field - and mind you it's not an accident but a part of the mission. Is it still so hard to sympathize now?