Thursday, October 27, 2011

Next day...

Yesterday was 'Diwali'...I like this festival but I don't like the way people celebrate it. Here at my town, there are basically some categories of people out there in the streets.

category 1: Small children. Fascinated by watching Bollywood action movies, they compare those crackers with those bombs shown in movies.

category 2: Youngsters. This category can be subdivided into two groups. One group are those who have no interest in making unwanted noises with the crackers. They just roam around with friends enjoying Diwali. Mostly, they belong to educated backgrounds.
The other group comprises of boys, who are worthless actually, mostly high school dropouts, or college going guys, who go to college just to see girls and play fool...this group is the only nuisance that is seen on the streets.

category 3: middle-aged. Family persons. Enjoying the fireworks in the skies. And trying to protect their toddlers from potential cracker-danger in the streets.

category 4: Old people. comprising of grandfathers, grandmothers, retired persons etc. Mostly they sit at home and think how this festival changed during these years. During their times it was something all generations could enjoy but now its not worth enjoying...

Ask me..which category I fall in. I don't fall in any. This festival of 'good over evil' sounds good. I like it when the verandah of my house is filled up with lamps (diyas) and candles. I like it when my courtyard lightens up. I like it when I see those fireworks in the skies. But why the sound work...creating a cacophony of unwanted noises. The scene of a small trail of light going high up in the sky and creating that big spherical thing all over the sky looks better or that high intensity cracker bomb sounds good. Definitely the first one.

I can bet, if you ask the people in the streets that 'why we celebrate Diwali' only 10% may answer it. Last day I saw some boys in their middle twenties in costly bikes (which they have bought by bullying their parents for money) shouting slang in the streets. A small kid asks his father, 'what does the word mean'. The father says 'they are bad boys, and you are a good boy know. So don't listen to them'. Yes, this happened on Diwali. They were drunk. What 'good over bad'...almost all the festivals of joy in our country are spoiled by a category of people for whom festival means 'just to drink, tease girls, bully weaker ones and show off their roughness'.

I know all have witnessed the 'Dashami' of Durga Puja. The idol of God on the truck led by 50 to 100 drunk persons dancing like insane and bursting crackers, walking in front of the truck. What do you say about that? Is it called celebration.
No matter, call me an atheist, I don't care. I have no problems with these festivals, the durga puja pandals are really beautiful to watch, but I really don't like the way people celebrate it. Yes, I am Hindu, and I respect other religions also. But I like they way Muslims celebrate Eid and Christians celebrate Christmas. I remember first time, I went inside a church. It feels some type of mental satisfaction, its so calm over there, the idol of Jesus Christ beautifully hung on the walls with beautiful lighting. The orderly arranged chairs. No one can deny that it feels so good to sit inside a church. I don't know, maybe because I had my initial schooling for 10 years in a catholic school, that maybe the reason for that, but tell me something do you like the 'rushing public', 'no place of stand', 'the irritating noise', 'angry looking people wearing saffron, who has got a i-will-beat-you type of look'...do you like those in the way when you go to worship your God.

Hinduism, one of the oldest religion in the world. The thoughts written in Gita, are awesome, I will say. Our stories, mahabharata and ramayana are jewels I will say that. But I thing I would like to say is that, worship with peace in your mind...celebrate with love.

As a person, I don't have any certificate that I belong to this or that religion. My parents are hindu, so I am one. But I respect all religions equally. But as you know GOD IS ONE. Or you may ask 'was there GOD during the time of dinosaurs?', I guess there wasn't any. That time the question arises 'GOD CREATED MEN OR MEN CREATED GOD'.
And don't be shy to accept that 'you pray because you fear something'...
"just live and let live, help other, spread love and obey your duties"..this is the simple thing we are here to do in this world...spend more time in doing this, rather than beating the drums and getting drunk.

I don't know why I am writing this but I'm frustrated with the people around me. As a child I liked holding my father's finger and walking on the road during Diwali but now things are changed.

ANYWAYS...SORRY if my views don't match with yours.
HAPPY DIWALI :)

Sunday, October 9, 2011

'Letters Never Posted'

Friends, its been long that I have any new post on my blog. All my dreams of being a writer was over shadowed by the busy-like-a-bee type of lifestyle, I was living in. Yeah honestly, if I think for a while, there was nothing for me to be busy with. Was I just acting busy, or was it a mode of escapism from this virtual world. Whatever be it, I have many writings at stock. But for today, I'm posting this one called 'Letters Never Posted'. My dear friends, do read it with feelings, and you may understand something about life...

*Letter 1*

To my love,
You know I have been a confused type of guy since a few years. I am always in dilemma about everything that comes to me. Sometimes I fear that, maybe I was having some kind of nervous breakdown. I stopped enjoying the company of friends; I liked staying lonely, always locked in my room. Not for a single moment during the last few years, had I thought of anything else except you. The sun of my life had set three years back, and I am still in search of moonlight. I remember, when you were with me, everything seemed new and fresh to me. The sun shone more bright, the air smelled fresher, and as if I had a new purpose for living in this world. I didn’t care for anything else, when you were beside me. I knew every time when I would fell down, you will be there to hold me. But at last, when I learned to stand by myself, you were no longer with me. Those empty school corridors, those empty dark streets are still fresh in my mind. I can feel holding your hands even now. I wanted to have my last breathe by your side; I wanted to share each and every moment of my live with you. I wanted to live your sorrows and give my happiness to you, because you meant something for me, something…that was everything to me. I always wanted to walk by your side, but last time when I looked back for you, I forgot that you had already taken a different path…and I was lost in the crowd. I kept searching for you; I remained in the rain, just to calm down myself. A piece of my heart has always been with you, when I saw you for the first time. I long to see you in front of me and just for once I want to hug you again and ask you the reason for leaving my hand forever.

(Anonymous)

*Letter 2*

To my love,
You know I have always been a calm girl. I had many feeling buried inside me, but was always afraid to let them come out because I didn’t want the least worry to come to you. You were more than the prince of my dreams for me. Because each time I saw you in front of me, I lost myself to you. I used to fell in love with you, every time I saw you. When you hold my hands, I had nothing to worry about in this world. I would blindly follow you anywhere. Sometimes, I remember those empty school corridors and I see you there on the other side, stretching you arms for me, I want to run and fall inside your arms, but my legs don’t move. I cry standing there and where I look up to see you again, you are not there. Sometimes, I cry even when I am happy, because I wanted to share each and every moment of joy and sorrow with you. I would have always stood by your side. I always prayed to God that I should die before you. Many a times when you were broken, I couldn’t control myself and I would run and come to you and help you to stand up again. I liked when you walked beside me, and I wanted to be with you forever. And amidst of all these, for once I closed my eyes, and when I opened it again for you, I never came to know that, you were walking faster than me, and I missed a few steps and lost the way. I didn’t go anywhere, but I stayed there, hoping for you to come back along the same path and take me with you again. I waited so long, my eyes pained looking at the horizon just to see your shadow, but you were not there. You know I had lost myself to you when I saw you for the first time. For once, I want to see you beside me and ask you just once that, why didn’t you come back for me.

(Anonymous)