I love weekends & in a country
where 58% of population is directly or discursively working in private jobs
weekends are bliss. I get up slow
and head upright for my daily yoga concourse. I outset with a Surya Namskar,
and suddenly discern how controversial yoga these days is in news channel.
While doing the Assans I take into recital which of them in anyway preaches
anything even abutting to being religious. I take a lot of effort to go
into the remoteness of each, however abort to understand how
a physical workout can orate anything but religion .It has
nothing to do other than refreshing body & soul and giving some
inner peace. Moving to the daily errands, I think of cooking something to cheat
on, giving a complete gratification to my tongue too. I do think of the
"Killer Maggi" but not in the sake of god even spell it out. Maggi is
meant only to kill rats & mices and nothing else(Byhearted).I follow
the Media & the horde and maneuver my mind to something healthier
like pasta(rather than the toxic maggi).After all the stuffing and
giving myself a break from the week long droning diet, I give
a call to an old friend in US. It’s always a joy to talk to someone so
close to heart & yet so far. She said how desperate she was to visit us,
but visa could be a botheration. I acquainted her how efficient our foreign
department was these days .A mail to our honorable foreign minister could solve
all hitches. However there prompt work (which once was never expected),
can be a reason for agony too. You need to fairly precise on whom you are
helping, cause any high profile business man/religious guru can call for
all the unwanted attention .After a long rap session I take a bath and
went straight to kneel down in front of the almighty, thank him for
all the endurance to riot for another week at work, and to
handle a Dracula in the cloak of a boss .In the midst of
my list of prayers, I notice that the sai baba frame looked a little
over sized for the temple and was somehow accommodated to fit in there.As
i elited and tried to align it somewhere in the drawing room,I hear a
yammer from husband as to why was I being partial
under the influence of all the hullabaloo of sai being
god or not. I take a sigh to turn and say “Last thing that can happen to me
was, getting influenced by this peeved news channel & if that would have
been the case the first thing I would have replaced was not Sai baba but ---
Leave :)
As I was thinking of wrapping half
the day and planning to visit a friend, suddenly I hear a roaring sound
to which I creep under the table considering another earthquake plunges in
completing the series of earthquake happening .I rush to hide inside the bed,
while my husband is jolted and looking for cockroaches (since that has a
similar effect as earthquake on me).However we burst out laughing when we grasp
that it wasn’t the earthquake but the neighbors above trying to
execute something everyday .What is prudent in all this is that wev become so
readily clouted ,galvanized with daily bulletin .The most Torment
part is, when you have a family member who is habitual in inspecting
news on a repeated basis & for hours. Sometimes it’s
bothering at a level when the same news goes on with three different aspects in
three different Channels. I remember my dad asking me the Third question when I
told him that I wanted to marry this guy. “Beta I hope he doesn’t watch or read
newspaper for too long & in the jiff of being in love I said "No”. Now
I realize that parents have a perspective so luminous to reality that it is moulded to fit in future so well.
The live broadcasts dominates us so
badly that we start intertwining & being reliant that all good, bad, true
or false are been seen from there context. A day is wrecked abruptly,
affecting us introspectively with everything we do. .It’s vital to be cognizant
about the happenings, but being aware is more than enough & you hardly get
anything by seeing the howling and screeching on a rather baseless subject.
Being communal is something that
comes in our kitty inherited & genetically inclined right from the time of
our forefathers. It’s always been significant in Indians & Indian politics.
However its comical & sometimes irking to see this on a
mundane basis .We talk of India being America someday, but dude Americans never
in their dreams will blame a farmers death, a women rape or even a
Exercise session to be Hindu,muslim or Christian.
I can never change the mindset of
this world but at least pray for these news hefty creatures in the name of
husbands, who in the world think that just news shouldn't be left that way,
rather digging the mystery behind a known or rather obscure issue is imperative.
If I have the superpowers to recall this birth in my next, I would surely want
a husband no matter how ugly, lethargic or poor he is to not be a news crazy
lunatic.:)
