They say behind every action of a human being, there has to be a motive. Good or bad; there is always a desire for something in return. Understanding the motive explains the action. It is the motive that labels the action as good or bad.
Recently there were a series of Blasts in the Pink city, Jaipur. A lovely, serene and colorful evening was turned into hapless mass of flesh and blood. So meaningless. A shame onto religions and so called civilized societies. Every Indian today has many questions. To which there are no answers:
- Who are the people behind this act of terrorism?
- What is their motive?
- Why are they targeting the Indian cities?
- Is India emerging as the the new terrorism brain-center in the world?
- Are they so strong that all Intelligence agencies have failed to nail them down?
- Why has terrorism become so easy in India in the past decade? When our own defense spend has only gone up?
- My ultimate question is why India??????
I believe terrorism without a dialog is so meaningless. Killing innocent people without establishing a cause for it is nothing but fanaticism. Why don't these people who call themselves the freedom fighters come out in the open and emphatically establish their demands? In the first place who are they to make any demand of this nation?
While it may sound clichéd, no religion preaches killing innocent people. I strongly condemn this act of terrorism in India and across the World. Let us come out in the open and strongly stand against this act of cowardice.
My message to these nameless, faceless people who call themselves the freedom fighters .....Brave people fight hard and they fight fair. Using religion as a smoke screen to kill innocent people is not brave. Let not your actions bringing shame and criticism to you religion and community. Please, let not the World hate Islam and the Muslims because of your actions. It is not glory...but gory!!!!!
Thoughts are like colorful Kites flying in the clear blue skies.
Some of them are interesting, colorful, vibrant, soaring. They challenge me, fill me with an energy. I want to fly them higher and higher. Take them to a level where no one has reached before. These thoughts elevate me as a human being. They take me to greater and new dimensions of existence.
Others are dull and boring. They fail to take off. I am not excited about them. Don't feel like putting an effort to catch them. Leave them alone....gradually they disappear in the far away horizon, never to be found again.
This is one secret about me which not many people know off. May be my parents and to some extend my husband.
Nothing serious. Now in retrospect somewhat humorous.
My childhood (the early 70's) was the time of hippies and bell-bottoms. As a child I saw these images in movies, there was very little television in those days. Indian actress Zeenat Aman was iconic in her flower printed maxi's (gowns), with layers of beads around her neck and a bandana on her forehead. Smoking a cheerot in the movie "Hare Krishna Hare Ram", she carried an almost Nirvana like expressions on her face in the movie.
As I grew up, painting caught my interest. More like a hobby. I would play with colors, spend my summer holidays and wet rainy days painting what ever caught my fancy. I simply loved painting in those days. Not sound rude, but I was indeed very good at it. Very original and creative in the use of textures and colors. My parents would proudly display my paintings to relatives and friends, praising my talent. But they wanted me to become a Doctor!
At school, my teachers too recognized my talent. They encouraged me to participate in contests and entered my name on behalf of my school. I did win some of them.
So while my parents wanted me to become a doctor and my teachers too thought that I will do well in academic (which I did) what was it that I wanted????
Ah! thats the secret which I have mentioned in the first para of this write-up. I was very impressed with the hippies and the freedom they enjoyed in life. Let me be upfront. It had nothing to do with the so called concept of free sex. Because I was too young to know and understand this concept of free sex. But yes, my dream was to live like a hippy. Wearing clothes such as what Zeenat Aman wore in the movie "Hare Krishna Hare Ram" and generally roaming from one place to another with a gang of hippies. So how would I support myself? where would the money come from? that where my hobby came into the picture. I planned to paint. Become a world famous painter and live in the cities of famous painters such as Michelangelo and Picasso. No house..just live in cheap digs and attics.Paint ...paint and paint...I am unable to recollect if I wanted to do the drugs. Maybe not. Just live a free life, learning to paint from some great masters in Rome and Venice. I just wanted to paint, paint and paint.
People who know me as the mis-in-control at all times, will find it very funny and difficult to imagine that I wanted to become a hippy!!!
My parents has a dream that I become a Doctor. Living like a hippy and aspiring to become a Doctor is like the Sun and the moon on the earth's horizon at the same time in the noon heat!!!Impossible.
Somewhere with the passing years, I took up the academic path. Went for my studies. Doctor I did not become. But ok. I am doing fairly well in my career today.
When I am too bogged down with work pressures and life problems, this innocent childhood dream of living life like a hippy and doing what I loved doing the most i.e painting re-surfaces.
I have not given up my childhood dream of holding a solo Art exhibition of my work. With changed life style; work pressure and managing a home the dream I have slightly modified.
It is a promise to myself. I will certainly hold a solo exhibition of my work. But not paintings'. It will be photography. And about living like a hippy. Not impossible. Except that now my husband will have to agree too. To live like a hippy!!! May be when we are old....60-70 years of age. We will become hippies. With flowered clothes and banadana's, smoking cheerot and playing th guitar. Very amusing thought.
However, I am intelligent enough to modify my dream and make it more practical.
