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HOLOCAUST

 The stunned senses of the modern man. The darkest scenes of the human atrocities  of which the common civilian takes  no note. The dead bodies compiled like  dead fish on shores in the deserts of Gaza,  destruction all around and the inhuman conditions  of living,  the devastated  infrastructure  yet the expressionless faces of the survivors who look stoic dazed and resigned to their fate . The closer look showed them like robots carrying on the dead bodies of their children  and their dear ones  as a new normal.  The same devastation on the Israel soil .It was the 7th October,23  when the death knell struck their  soil,  the vast ruination of human  life and material. The history will once again chronicle the saga of human brutality. The genocide of one era being replicated in the ensuing eras as if ordained to get into cyclic modes. So is this the  ultimate destiny of the humans?  and some pattern to be decoded in the  future?  Do the great  literary works illuminating   the infinite scope of  human  brutality  arouse the readers angst or  have turned  them  immune to the acts. That is how the Nobel Laureate Imre Kertesz writes about the concentration  camps of the Holocaust . For him the  victims  where no better than the perpetrators since they compromised with  their  conditions. Imre  Kertesz  who too was taken  a prisoner to one of those concentration camps,  had no will to rebel against the gruesome atrocities  that were inflicted upon him. Later  after  his release  he wrote about  the Nazi genocide  with no rancour  and was criticised for it.  He didn't wallow in victimhood  since he knew that somewhere he too  carried the shreds of the same gene lying dormant  as yet.  

  The future will paint the ghastliness of the prevailing wars of the present era  forgetting   that once  the Holocaust  was written  as one of its kind in the history of mankind. 

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