Saturday, February 13, 2010 at 2:45pm
Dusts, moist, irritation, were surrounded by the rahmanically-disabled honks of cars in the middle of a busy Mumbai road junction light. The argument begins.
“Damn, is it so important to go to the temple now, can I drop you after I finish all the clutter in the studio office?” Sasha,” It’s very important for me, you won’t understand.” “Don’t you think, work is equally important for me?” “Yes Sumeet, don’t get so hyper and make me your punching bag for all the pressures you have on your head. You know it’s important to take Super to the Vet as well, so I thought the temple is nearby and I could just do my prayers out there. You know I have a lot of faith in that temple.”
By now Rahman would have also donated his Oscar, if he had to witness the clamor on the road. The pressure just grew on the nerves by the second. Insanity is much calmer on human minds compared to the heat of that hour.
22 minutes past no movement in the locomotives around, technically sitting and warming your hips without a motive. Oh the tremor of sympathetic yet arrogant thoughts on whether to oblige the beggars on the door. One small kiddo naked and a teenaged girl with a doped child were calling for help very professionally, and were completely masked in their trained avatar.
With no hope for serenity, I had laid down in the head that this has to be one hell of a bad day. God the only thing that struck me which usually strikes us (nothing new) that why doesn’t the system change… this traffic, the clamor, the dirt, the beggars, the needy children, I mean is it so difficult to change this.
You know we keep searching for answers and again the irony is that the answer is in the question it self. So cheesed off with things around I kept wondering why are people not changing things around me. The answer was just 25 meters away from me. White stubble, white pajama, white kurta, white attitude, whitish teeth, a saffron napkin around the neck, bare feet, right below the red light, balancing act on the rock below to make him taller and stand out. Not a politician, not a star, not nobody too… He was the answer.
This young old fellow… I still feel was an illusion. Bearing the heat he definitely changed things around in a second. The beggars removed their mask instantly and started playing with superman and his tail went wagging like a roller coaster. I smiled at Sasha and she smiled back at me. I decided to not blame the system, as it was me who was in it. I went to the vet with Sasha and then to the temple too. There wasn’t any clamor in the studio office and there was cheer and loads of love as usual.
I just couldn’t believe that, that man had changed so much around me so easily… To check whether it was an illusion I went through that same light next week. This time intentionally and emotively. The same scenario, same time, same heat, again the music of the honks was just too off-sync & again I spot the guy below the same light doing the same thing and GOD he did the same thing to me again. I smiled and this time I took my car next to him.
“Arey Bhai, Aap Kahan Se Ho?”(Brother, where are you from?)
No Reply, just a smile; pressure from behind to move the car ahead. I had to move.
Maybe he was an illusion, maybe not. I mean I feel the change within now. And ironically the change was within me (unrealized), though what that fellow tried telling everyone I should have just told myself.
You know the Irony of Change is just too ironically strange
The Guy was holding a poster with a broad smile
The Poster Read in Hindi & English
“Apne Dharam pe Chalo Sabse Prem Karo.”
“Follow Your Religion, Love Everyone.”
Change is not an illusion
Change is not an irony
Change is not a metaphor
Ironically, Change is you, me & us
Happy Valentine’s Day. Lets bring in the change, let’s give, and let’s love
Love & Let Dance
Sumeet Nagdev
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