THE KORI KATTA




















“There is a huge amount of freedom that comes to you

when you take nothing personally.”

― 
Don Miguel Ruiz


It’s very, very difficult not to take sides when two people fight, even though it’s very, very important not to take sides.


Now, who are these ‘two people’?


They can be anybody – from intimately close ones to absolutely strangers…


I remember, just a few yards from our local primary-school in our village, there used be weekly cock-fights… ‘Kori Katta’, they would call them in our local Tulu. I suppose, it’s banned now. The players would raise sturdy fighter-cocks at their homes and, assemble every week at those designated arenas, where a huge crowd would round up to watch the brutal game. Imagine those hapless roosters, sharp razors tied to their feet, provoked to fight to the finish… Even when the roosters were bloodily wounded, they would stitch up those wounds up and make those poor cocks fight… People from all over the village, even though had no food at home to eat, would religiously turn up to these public spectacles to gamble, or to have some thrill…  It was a crazy sight!


Yes, it makes me shudder when I think of it, now. Yet, as little kids, sometimes, we would quietly sneak into the crowd to watch the ‘fun’… and, like in all sports, before we knew it, we would end up taking sides… “Yenna Kori… Yenna Kori!!!”… Yes, each one of us, the grown-ups and the kids, would jump almost intoxicated, screaming in our local Tulu – “Yenna Kori, Yenna Kori”… “My rooster, my rooster!”


Even though I did not know a single soul in that crowd, even though those fighter cocks did not belong to me, and, above all, even though not a single paisa of mine was at stake… yes, even then, I, a little school boy, would take sides!


So, now, at 61, everybody assumes, that I have ‘grown up’!


But, I alone know how much I have!


Just as those village cock-fights were our major entertainment, the cock fights on our TV and social media are our modern-day entertainment… We all are wired to watch them, take sides and scream in intoxication – “Yenna Kori, Yenna Kori”… “My rooster, My rooster!”


In village, it was only once a week… Here, it’s 24/7/365!


We all will continue to ‘patronize’ these sports… and, we all will continue to scream even though we have nothing to do with those ‘fighting cocks’… nothing at stake… and, will gain nothing from that intoxication.

Marcus Aurelius, hailed as one of the five ‘good’ Roman Emperors, advised us, almost two thousand years ago:

“You always own the option of having no opinion. There is never any need to get worked up or to trouble your soul about things you can’t control. These things are not asking to be judged by you. Leave them alone.”

I am trying to, Sir!

GERALD D’CUNHA
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