I have given my way to my mental attic where I had stored all episodes of my growing up. Every episode spent at home, is a parcel of days to be remembered…
Climbing up stairs and slamming the door after coming back from school. Throwing your schoolbag on the study table and then switching on the TV set which emitted noises that would frazzle your nerves. Then the complacent sigh the moment food was served. The bathroom dense with talcum smog. The dancing in front of the mirror where every limb was tested. The strolling in my big veranda and enjoying the bliss of solitude. How a demure little creature would gain all strength in the world to fight with her little sibling . Those long hours where one would chat like a granny with your mom .
Then time plays its game wherein the stubborn child transforms into a thriving teenager and then to an impeccably groomed and dignified young woman (with exaggeration at its best) in a climate of perpetual wonder.
Yes its strange for this very house is now a place to spend my vacations. And look six months down the lane I’ll be through with my engineering degree and god knows how frequent will I visit this little paradise of mine. Its heartening to realize that four to five years more of work experience and higher studies…then the inevitable wedlock and then your inhibitions of a daughter melt you further.
All the pampering, all your pranks and plays vanish like water into the sand. The walls of my bathroom still not deafened by my melodious tunes , the clothes, the books, the paintings, the music playing, the lights on will be cleared away…..
From now on every homecoming will be cherishable experience as life takes on brighter colors.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Bihari or Beharry
NO this isn’t in retaliation to the brewing rivalry of north Indians vs. Marathi’s .Thanks to media enough light has been thrown on it. Its just a medium to voice those pent up feelings which practically every bihari has to go through when out of the boundaries of bihar.
The “Bihari” tag encompasses all crudeness with itself, a cult incapable of showing poise, glamour, having proper diction, devoid of good education. Bihari’s for no reason have been considered the black sheep of the nation .whenever you step out of bihar, the waves of this expanding paradox take real time to die down.
I and many of my friends have had this experience that the moment you reveal that you are a bihari there this complete aura of awe and amazement and with a little grin you are confronted with statements like
“you don’t look like a bihari”
“you don’t speak like a bihari”
These statements would compel you to believe that you were a hybrid variety of bihari or so to speak a bihari turned mod and your eloquence of speech would never make any Tom ,Dick but Beharry.
When questions like
“how have you managed to grow up in a place like bihar where people move around with guns and rifles?”
These fads practically dumbstruck you . And than you think for how long will have to live up with this mistaken identity.I would not undermine the fact that there have indeed been quite a many problems and issues with bihar but the stereotyped image of a bihari should be shrugged off.
Its not the region but your personal attributes which makes you stand out in the crowd…..
“kyoun bujhaieel ki naa”
The “Bihari” tag encompasses all crudeness with itself, a cult incapable of showing poise, glamour, having proper diction, devoid of good education. Bihari’s for no reason have been considered the black sheep of the nation .whenever you step out of bihar, the waves of this expanding paradox take real time to die down.
I and many of my friends have had this experience that the moment you reveal that you are a bihari there this complete aura of awe and amazement and with a little grin you are confronted with statements like
“you don’t look like a bihari”
“you don’t speak like a bihari”
These statements would compel you to believe that you were a hybrid variety of bihari or so to speak a bihari turned mod and your eloquence of speech would never make any Tom ,Dick but Beharry.
When questions like
“how have you managed to grow up in a place like bihar where people move around with guns and rifles?”
These fads practically dumbstruck you . And than you think for how long will have to live up with this mistaken identity.I would not undermine the fact that there have indeed been quite a many problems and issues with bihar but the stereotyped image of a bihari should be shrugged off.
Its not the region but your personal attributes which makes you stand out in the crowd…..
“kyoun bujhaieel ki naa”
Thank you
“it’s only words and words all I have to take your heart away”…how true ,sometimes little words said with courtesy and politeness could mean greater than the greatest of gifts. Thank you is just another ornament of speech which makes life smoother and soother.
It was just yesterday that I was in a rickshaw and it happened accidentally that while giving the rickshaw puller his fare I said by chance “thank you”. But to my surprise those two magical words transformed his days tiredness into happiness just because he was made to feel special . I still cannot forget his face…his eyes were gleaming with joy.
Its strange that we have so willingly shredded every thread of sensitivity that we barely realize the help offered to us .We take everything for granted and shrug off our responsibility to extend our heartfelt gratitude towards those people who make our life so beautiful…
POINT TO PONDER AND REFLECT.
It was just yesterday that I was in a rickshaw and it happened accidentally that while giving the rickshaw puller his fare I said by chance “thank you”. But to my surprise those two magical words transformed his days tiredness into happiness just because he was made to feel special . I still cannot forget his face…his eyes were gleaming with joy.
Its strange that we have so willingly shredded every thread of sensitivity that we barely realize the help offered to us .We take everything for granted and shrug off our responsibility to extend our heartfelt gratitude towards those people who make our life so beautiful…
POINT TO PONDER AND REFLECT.
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