I am crying copious tears as I write this, I am weeping in solitary-confinement. I am sucker for a good old happy ending. I am quite the ordinary normal being wanting a good story. For want of crying out loud, I'd want a good beginning, good tiding, and good ending.
Grace abounding, creation astounding, Confucianism, Darwinism and the meta physics of megalomania. Hegelian Dialectics and most inspiring idiosyncrasies.
Are you wondering what I am babbling about?
Don't you wish that you didn't wake up on the other side of the bed, while you read this piece and categorize it as garbage? Well, lucky you!
Predominantly, we live in a civilized moral code, where we dictate as to who is what, what is right, and what is what. Stuck in the deepest recess of our mind is an image* of what we consider to be good, perfect, and pure. All other things that do not match to this are considered to be puerile, putrid, and a fallacy, and thus starts the babel.
What makes us idolize, create icons and legends out of mere sportspeople? Are they supposed to be moral guidelines? Are they supposed to live up to our image of them? Are they supposed to satisfy the personification of our ego's fallacy that we stump on them?
Priceless is our power in either putting them on a pedestal or dumping them in the graveyard. One day, we make them the lord of the universe and the other day, we make them the dirty leather on the soles of our feet. Who gives us this authority? Who makes us the judge and the jury?
It is interesting to note that in the days of old colonial rule, the handkerchief had plenty of uses. Chief among those being, its use by Judges during British rule in Hong Kong to signify a death sentence by placing it on their heads. That practice has passed into oblivion. But to date the death sentence hangs.
The Spaniards took it a few steps further to express their emotions. Trust the people from the land of bull-fighting, Fernando Alonso, Conchita Martinez, Aranxta Sanchez Vicario, Rafael Nadal to give us a new definition!
In Spanish football, it is a common sight to see supporters waving white handkerchiefs as an expression of deep emotion, both positive in admiration of an exceptional performance by their team or a particular player (even an opposition player as was experienced by Ronaldinho during a victory for FC Barcelona over Real Madrid at the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium, in which Madrid fans openly applauded his performance), or more commonly negatively in disgust at an especially bad performance by their team (quoted from Wikipedia.org).
So, now trust I'd want to take recourse to my handkerchief to plug my ears and close my eyes from the drill of making a god out of one, while demon out of the other.
Born today, dead tomorrow!
*The imagery is as good as hot coffee lurking in a Styrofoam cup, stale and good to throw away when it gets cold and scalding when hot.
Post Script: Interestingly, it seems like I am not the only one to think that a handkerchief has some meaning, it seems like the inventor of "Alice In Wonderland," Mr. Lewis Carroll, himself has been captioned in an Universe In A Handkerchief by Martin Gardner
[All sources: Web, Wiki on Handkerchief]
A little known reference: Church goes Hanky Panky
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