– Satyakam Ray
The Momo I referred to is a symbolic representation of human beings. It can be you, me, or anyone else. As we grow up, we tend to become self-centered. We compare ourselves to others and become happy or sad, often by pointing out others’ flaws. We take ourselves seriously and boast about our success, fame, wealth, and related attributes. The line “I have better molds” underscores this point.
Initially, Momo is dismissive about the chutney. The chutney is referred to as the soul. We don’t listen to the heed of our souls very often. That’s why the soul is smiling sheepishly from a distance. It beckons us to unite with it in our quest for the ultimate truth and spiritual fulfillment. As we grow older, our interaction with the soul deepens as we recognize our mortality.
The guy eating the momos is nothing but destiny. Our destiny is always the same. Ultimately, whatever you do in your life, you will die one day, sooner or later. The exterior of our forms, the shells (human body), will succumb to the unbreakable shackles of mortality. The plate is being cleaned up individually, which means our peer group(one generation) is dying. The insecurity, anxiety, and bonding with the soul intensify as we are consumed by destiny. Finally, we are breaking; our shell unites with the soul and, in a way, becomes one.
The previous post was a metaphor. I have revealed the whole meaning of the blog. Please return to the original post (the last momo soliloquy). Connect the dots!
The Witty Stride 