This title is a voguish dialogue of my teacher Prof. (Dr.) Faizan Mustafa. This page stands with the same to divulge every break...here break dictates and i write not a Constitution but an emotional post...
I am going somewhere
Far from, my perceptive, near to, my ideology,
Near to, where I want to reach, close to, what I hate,
Adjacent to, what many people consider awful, closure to what most appreciate?
Sometimes I reach to the heart bits of my people
Many times I am against their concern,
Am I in the way of shade or in the path of enlightenment?
I am unconscious, I am very much in sense
Where I am??
No one may appreciate
A valley also cries...
But I have seen that on the eyes of
The valley of Narmada…
Certainly it never shed tears
Like a kid or a bride.
But yes! it cries...
This valley was once the land, where the man saw
The dawn of the civilization
She had natured our forefather on its lap.
But she was unaware that, the day will come
When she will have to pay for her love and motherhood
…her children will
Give her submergence for the times to come.
Who is a Hindu?
And what is the definition of Hindu?
Am I a Hindu?
I am in doubt about it..
Is the person who slays and demolish others,
To place his God in the interior of the constructed shrine is Hindu?
Or who believes that god is omnipresent.
Is the person, who denies others entry to the temple, is Hindu?
Or who believe even hurting someone’s heart is sin.
Are the billionaires who donate crores in the temples
And cut the throat of others… is Hindu?
Or who takes God in all and all in Him.
The people who collects vote in the name of religion, is Hindu?
Or the people who thinks
Service to mankind is service to God.
Who covet Hindu should stand on the chest of others to survive, is Hindu?
Or who thinks Hindu should stand for the survival of others.
Hinduism is not all about name, symbols and Ram Mandir
This… is nothing
More than a combination of lexis,
Which reflects many experience of life.
It is just to give rest to that fluctuating mind
Which wants to speak many a things, but can’t.
Every one intends to see me as something
With a handsome salary and salute.
But is this the full stop of life (.) After which every words go wrong
This world never recognizes the colour that I see.
But endeavor not to take any burden
Because I may not become anything and will stand for nothing.
In this state how I will open my lips and say
I am of my own kind, out of books and syllabus.
How will I say, I accept nothing but the colours…
I glimpse pink and blue within black and white.
I am differently able.
Everyone wants to fulfill all their pipe dream through me
And look this world as they intend to see.
But what about my choice!
Who cares whether I have a so called “choice” or not.
Who tries to know?
Where I covet to stand and what I want to become…
Oye! Oye! Excuse me…. I ≠ Myself………….
