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It's been a strange day today... there has been this air of festivities all around me and i still can't wait for this day to be over..
Deepawali... the brightest day day in the lives all hindus... and though i can still identify with this day somehow the brightness has me dazed... Is it real? This joy all around me... or is it a momentary euphoria destined to die out by dawn?
I watch from my workstation as every one in my team is dancing. they are all excited, they are all smiling, most of them are in fact, laughing. It feels great... makes me smile... It's such a treat to see them all bouncing off the walls... all that joy... but that really doesn't matter... For some of them I'd still be acting pricy or showing attitude or acting weird... I'd still be kept at distance...to be handled carefully...Cause i don't feel like dancing... cause i can't identify with all this or be a part of it, it won't matter how much i appreciate it. Some though might simply let me be... none though would be appreciating me (I mean my choice).
What is it with our psyche? a country of unity in diversity and if one of us fails to do what everyone else is doing that person is kept next only to an out cast...
What the hell ever happened to individual choices...
Have we all become so used to of living as a mob that now we need to be part of one if we want an identity.
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Deepawali... the brightest day day in the lives all hindus... and though i can still identify with this day somehow the brightness has me dazed... Is it real? This joy all around me... or is it a momentary euphoria destined to die out by dawn?
I watch from my workstation as every one in my team is dancing. they are all excited, they are all smiling, most of them are in fact, laughing. It feels great... makes me smile... It's such a treat to see them all bouncing off the walls... all that joy... but that really doesn't matter... For some of them I'd still be acting pricy or showing attitude or acting weird... I'd still be kept at distance...to be handled carefully...Cause i don't feel like dancing... cause i can't identify with all this or be a part of it, it won't matter how much i appreciate it. Some though might simply let me be... none though would be appreciating me (I mean my choice).
What is it with our psyche? a country of unity in diversity and if one of us fails to do what everyone else is doing that person is kept next only to an out cast...
What the hell ever happened to individual choices...
Have we all become so used to of living as a mob that now we need to be part of one if we want an identity.
Was man always a man?
Or was it a moment?
That so described,
his being,
bound his faith,
to this sudden fate,
of living in aversion,
was there ever glory?
In his deeds,
or in his words,
when pages by pages,
he wrote the greatest sin,
dividing himself,
by religion,
was this what he wanted?
when his uncouth self,
made him feel revered,
amidst all the ugly deeds,
still an animal,
so caught in his own version,
was there ever a man,
or is it just a story,
of lives laid waste,
Or was it a moment?
That so described,
his being,
bound his faith,
to this sudden fate,
of living in aversion,
was there ever glory?
In his deeds,
or in his words,
when pages by pages,
he wrote the greatest sin,
dividing himself,
by religion,
was this what he wanted?
when his uncouth self,
made him feel revered,
amidst all the ugly deeds,
still an animal,
so caught in his own version,
was there ever a man,
or is it just a story,
of lives laid waste,
For the love of glory,
Was man always thus?
Caught in the ruptures,
of a bleeding civilization,
was there ever a man?
who looked into the mirror,
and what he saw he could stand?
Was there ever?
A man,
or is it just? A delusion...
of a bleeding civilization,
was there ever a man?
who looked into the mirror,
and what he saw he could stand?
Was there ever?
A man,
or is it just? A delusion...
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 India License.
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