Every year, I like to wish everyone a happy diwali by writing a small
poem or some random jottings. I was thinking how should I wish beyond
the five little words this year.
One thing I must say and this is purely based on too much social media exposure I guess. Even on the occasion of such lovely festivals, we have come to a state of too much of mental and psychological intolerance. Intolerance towards other's thoughts and opinions. Some will like fireworks, some will not. But it seems there has not been a calmer way to educate. Its all pot calling the kettle black situation. It has been as if the meat eaters have lost the right to express their concerns for animals. Its as if all people lighting the firecrackers have become the most insensitive people. And finally its all name calling and surely religion makes it entry too.
One thing I must say and this is purely based on too much social media exposure I guess. Even on the occasion of such lovely festivals, we have come to a state of too much of mental and psychological intolerance. Intolerance towards other's thoughts and opinions. Some will like fireworks, some will not. But it seems there has not been a calmer way to educate. Its all pot calling the kettle black situation. It has been as if the meat eaters have lost the right to express their concerns for animals. Its as if all people lighting the firecrackers have become the most insensitive people. And finally its all name calling and surely religion makes it entry too.
Thats not Diwali.
Diwali is way above and beyond it. It is the celebration of relationships, it is the celebration of love and it is the celebration of friendships. Diwali reminds me of the fondest memories of lighting up the candles all around the roof of my house as a child, and then lighting diyas all around the roof of my hostel at IIT. And then stand back and immerse myself in the beauty of the splendent lights.
Diwali reminds me of the love with which the neighbor aunty would feed us snacks. The innocent childishness with which we would hop from house to house to eat nice food, and get the blessings of the neighbor elders.
Diwali reminds me of the fondest memories of roaming around the streets with friends and hopping from pandal to pandal and losing track of time .
Thats diwali. The message of love. A festival that would bond us together, not divide us.
Dont get bogged down by the cursing mode. Cursing the other side just because they have a different point of view. In the middle of all this noisiness of abuses and curses, love in general is lost. And this noise has given birth to a silence. The silence of the hearts that no longer communicate.
And right when I was thinking about this, a song started playing in my headphones :
खामोशियां
आवाज़ है तुम सुनने तो आओ कभी
छूकर तुम्हे खिल जाएंगी
घर इनको बुलाओ कभी
बेकरार हैं बात करने को
कहने दो इनको ज़रा
खामोशियां।।।
खामोशियाँ
एक साज़ है
तुम धुन कोई लाओ ज़रा
खामोशियाँ
अलफ़ाज़ है
कभी आ गुनगुना ले ज़रा
बेकरार हैं बात करने को
कहने दो इनको ज़रा
खामोशियां।
खामोशियाँ
आकाश है
तुम उड़ने तो आओ ज़रा
खामोशियाँ
एहसास है
तुम्हे महसूस होती है क्या
बेकरार हैं बात करने को
कहने दो इनको ज़रा
खामोशियां।।।
Happy Diwali to all you friends.
May peace rule our minds. May love rule our hearts.
Diwali is way above and beyond it. It is the celebration of relationships, it is the celebration of love and it is the celebration of friendships. Diwali reminds me of the fondest memories of lighting up the candles all around the roof of my house as a child, and then lighting diyas all around the roof of my hostel at IIT. And then stand back and immerse myself in the beauty of the splendent lights.
Diwali reminds me of the love with which the neighbor aunty would feed us snacks. The innocent childishness with which we would hop from house to house to eat nice food, and get the blessings of the neighbor elders.
Diwali reminds me of the fondest memories of roaming around the streets with friends and hopping from pandal to pandal and losing track of time .
Thats diwali. The message of love. A festival that would bond us together, not divide us.
Dont get bogged down by the cursing mode. Cursing the other side just because they have a different point of view. In the middle of all this noisiness of abuses and curses, love in general is lost. And this noise has given birth to a silence. The silence of the hearts that no longer communicate.
And right when I was thinking about this, a song started playing in my headphones :
खामोशियां
आवाज़ है तुम सुनने तो आओ कभी
छूकर तुम्हे खिल जाएंगी
घर इनको बुलाओ कभी
बेकरार हैं बात करने को
कहने दो इनको ज़रा
खामोशियां।।।
खामोशियाँ
एक साज़ है
तुम धुन कोई लाओ ज़रा
खामोशियाँ
अलफ़ाज़ है
कभी आ गुनगुना ले ज़रा
बेकरार हैं बात करने को
कहने दो इनको ज़रा
खामोशियां।
खामोशियाँ
आकाश है
तुम उड़ने तो आओ ज़रा
खामोशियाँ
एहसास है
तुम्हे महसूस होती है क्या
बेकरार हैं बात करने को
कहने दो इनको ज़रा
खामोशियां।।।
Happy Diwali to all you friends.
May peace rule our minds. May love rule our hearts.
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