Violence in entertainment has become so commonplace these days that no one ever questions it any more.
I do.
It doesn't fit the aesthetic build up of my personality.
In the world of entertainment today, two things sell the most - sex and violence.
Even our sex is closer to violence than to love.
A society that suppresses the feelings of love (because life is business!) and its expression (because sex is taboo!) in its members has to pay its price by allowing them to be violent in their intention as well as in their action. Their entertainment goes violent too. That's why violence in entertainment finds a ready market to sell itself for a fortune to earn.
What is WWE if not an immature and loud demonstration of our ugly drive of violence in our psyche that gets entertained by the (literally) bloody comic performances of its comedians (aka wrestlers)?
Violence in entertainment has spread its roots quite deep in the human psyche in the present day world.
I remember my cousin, who was 5 years senior to me, and a very big-sized person, always entertained himself by catching hold of any unknown person on road and accusing him of laughing at him.
"But I never laughed at you." - the man would try to justify himself.
"Now lying also!" - he would give a tight slap to him.
The man would naturally get scared of seeing such a big-sized monster in front of him and start feeling sorry for what he had never done at all.
"First you laugh at me, now you say sorry and want to get cleared out of it unscathed!" - he would give him another punch on his face, saying - "Am I the only fool you met on road today?"
"I never said so." - he would be in a state of shock by now.
"What? What did you not say?" - he would again roar.
"Fool! I never said you were a fool." he would somehow try to save his skin.
"Who is calling me a fool if not you? Am I calling it to myself?" - another punch would get imprinted on his face.
"Yes, you yourself called it to you, not I." - the man would get again try to justify.
"You son of a bitch! How dare you argue with me?" - and he would beat him to the fill of his heart before letting him run away from there. Then he would laugh aloud looking at me and say - "Real good entertainment for today! Enjoyed it?"
I could never tell him that I hated all this violence in entertainment of his, he being quite senior to me.
Another day again he started the same tangle with another short-statured (he always used to assess his chances of success by the size of his prey!) man whom I knew well but he didn't give me a chance to tell it to him.
"Aye you, come here... you laughed at me just now!" - he started playing the game with his well-designed violence in entertainment for him.
I just couldn't even tell him that he was inviting trouble for himself. The man was a well-trained fighter but my cousin knew it not. The only plus point was that this man knew me and respected me a lot, I being a very intelligent student in his eyes.
"I am asking you, why did you laugh at me?" - my cousin roared again.
The man looked at me with surprise in his eyes. I quietly signed him to take it cool for my sake, which he did.
He started laughing and said - "I am still laughing, and I am laughing because you are a laughing stock for me."
My cousin went furious and gestured like he was going to give him a tight one.
"Stop it there." - the man raised just one single finger of his, and said - "Do you want to get admitted in a hospital for a week? Ask him if you don't know who I am and what I can do to this monstrous body of yours, you stupid!" - and then he turned to me - "Take him away of my eyes. I won't be able to stop myself any more."
My cousin got a lesson of his life as to what violence in entertainment really meant if the opponent was a formidable one too. He stopped playing this game after that day.
Today my cousin is no more on earth. He died young of liver failure, as he had started drinking heavily…
…I don't know why!
