Colorless....
It is quite a dry day, and hence not exactly in sync with the occasion of HOLI. Our building walls, which are otherwise draped in unprecedented color combinations by this time of the day, are dry and sober instead. And so are the people in our building, who still understandably remain in the mourning mode for the 7-year old that was abducted and held for ransom for over a month and a half, before being brutally slaughtered a few weeks back. So may it be out of a sad reason, but the building people have not indulged themselves in the madness which they normally do on this occasion.
I've never liked HOLI. In fact, i don't like any of the Hindu festivals, much to the chagrin of my family. The only festival which i adore, is that of Christmas. It has people, it has food, it has Santa, it has gifts, and most important of all, it has peace. Neither do you have to burn things and create a mess on the roads, nor do you have to throw colors at each other for reasons beyond the realm of logic. Even the fact that someone has a million sachets of Surf Excel in his soap cabinet does not justify turning oneself into a walking-talking M.F.Hussain work of art. To add to that, the reason behind throwing water balloons on strangers walking on the road is too perhaps, as abstract as the man's paintings.
I don't think i need to make an effort to conceal the fact that i'm not exactly in a very peaceful place as of now. I don't want to sound like Kareena from JAB WE MET, but i sense something wrong, something quite akin to that of missing a train. Ironically enough, i hate trains. Now the reader is scratching his head not following what i'm trying to convey at all.
Well, the point is, that the world has turned boring, the fire has died down, and i'm no longer able to listen to the sound of my own heartbeats. I hate this quiet. I know that i'm sounding bitter enough to soon become a substitute for vinegar, but i can't help it. I need the sweetness back some way or the other. I know where to find it, but it's a long way up to that place. I don't know why am i still sitting, i should probably start walking, shouldn't i?
It is quite a dry day, and hence not exactly in sync with the occasion of HOLI. Our building walls, which are otherwise draped in unprecedented color combinations by this time of the day, are dry and sober instead. And so are the people in our building, who still understandably remain in the mourning mode for the 7-year old that was abducted and held for ransom for over a month and a half, before being brutally slaughtered a few weeks back. So may it be out of a sad reason, but the building people have not indulged themselves in the madness which they normally do on this occasion.
I've never liked HOLI. In fact, i don't like any of the Hindu festivals, much to the chagrin of my family. The only festival which i adore, is that of Christmas. It has people, it has food, it has Santa, it has gifts, and most important of all, it has peace. Neither do you have to burn things and create a mess on the roads, nor do you have to throw colors at each other for reasons beyond the realm of logic. Even the fact that someone has a million sachets of Surf Excel in his soap cabinet does not justify turning oneself into a walking-talking M.F.Hussain work of art. To add to that, the reason behind throwing water balloons on strangers walking on the road is too perhaps, as abstract as the man's paintings.
I don't think i need to make an effort to conceal the fact that i'm not exactly in a very peaceful place as of now. I don't want to sound like Kareena from JAB WE MET, but i sense something wrong, something quite akin to that of missing a train. Ironically enough, i hate trains. Now the reader is scratching his head not following what i'm trying to convey at all.
Well, the point is, that the world has turned boring, the fire has died down, and i'm no longer able to listen to the sound of my own heartbeats. I hate this quiet. I know that i'm sounding bitter enough to soon become a substitute for vinegar, but i can't help it. I need the sweetness back some way or the other. I know where to find it, but it's a long way up to that place. I don't know why am i still sitting, i should probably start walking, shouldn't i?
Sorry, to hear about the 7 year old. Evil exists amongst us.
ReplyDeleteAnd about the festivals. I am not a pious Hindu myself, and abhor organised religion. But I do consider myself part of the culture that binds us together. Festivals are part of our culture. Festivals get people together and for once help them, forget their personal pain and grief.
Besides, throwing water balloons was never part of Holi in the first place, like bursting crackers was never part of Diwali and also Santa has nothing to do with Christmas as such. But not liking festivals or for that matter anything, is your right and you are free to not like them.
You will get the sweetness back and I will tell you where it is. It lies where the pendulum stops. ;-)
Diwali isnt about bursting crackers...it was when people lit up a lamp to celebrate victory of good over evil.
ReplyDeleteHoli was a celebration for the same....Sadly the crackers and colours have become more important than the reason for the festival.
Leaving that aside....Your life also shouldnt hinge on something...not that it is presently but just hoping that just like the crackers and colours have helped fade away the beauty and essence of the festivals....the search for something sweet shouldnt make your life bitter.
Paint it yellow,green ,red or any color,use watever color u have, but dont keep it colorless. I m not only talking abt ur post but also abt ur lyf....
ReplyDeleteAs Rightly sung by Asha " Hoja Rangeela re...."