Sunday, 26 April 2015

India - Our Time to Defend has Come

The last breeze of April in Delhi, I rise from my bed, with this very sweet, amour sprinkling fragrance of petrichor, teasing me inside my blanket. As I rise with an overwhelming scent, fighting my indolence, I see my anxiety trucing its way through an unuttered fight between me and my blanket. This bantering of lachrymose emotions, were filling inside me, an experience, as if my seeping iris were inundated in the blush of weather.
  
                                      Its raining outside!

The drops of rain are capitulating at my feet making some music and  synchronising them, as my heart,  beats. Certainly, there is this feeling of being special in this unique part of earth, where the clouds come floating in my life. I also worry for the unfinished dream but the rain, is breeding inside me, the desires of living this life, right here, right now.

So, I bestir myself and then turn on the news and its again about another Hindu temple being vandalised in the United States of America.........


Addressing a Town hall event at the Siri Fort auditorium on the third and final day of his visit to India,Mr Obama told his audience:

"India will succeed so long it is not splintered on religious lines".

The United States president said acts of intolerance in India “would have shocked Gandhiji, the person who helped to liberate that nation.”

Mr.Obama, I think either was talking about Pakistan because often politicians mince their speech,meant for one venue for another, or may be in a hustle, he saw some India , different from the India he was proudly hosted at. Mr.Obama, I would just reiterate Friedrich Nietzsche and then leave it right there. Friedrich Nietzsche said  "Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.” 

However, I want to take the readers on a heady Indian ride.

India, is not just a mere geographical expression of assembled congeries. It is more than the sum of its contradictions. It is a country held together, in the words of Nehru, "by strong but invisible threads... a myth and an idea, a dream and a vision, and yet very real and present and pervasive". 

Our Universe is made up of stories and not of atoms. I bring about my favourite story, it is about how Parsis arrived in India.