Humans are infallible. We make resolutions, break them
and carry on. But, you know what the beauty is that we still believe in all
this. We love the normalcy of this routine where by we make resolutions,
outlining a three-point program to improve one’s life and to make changes
enriching life, society or just inculcating a better habit.
Man is a creature of habit .We are conditioned to act
in a manner by social upbringing, the external environment we live in and the
subtle influences which shape us. Come, this month we all get into the spirit
of revelry, fervor declaring that Santa is here. The Christmas spirit guides us,
and we all believe in the beauty of the festival. This magnanimity is what sets
apart. We all embrace happiness, joy leaving aside cynicism, depressed thoughts
and there is a positive feel in the air along with the frozen temperatures.
Nature conspires to make everything pristine white, along with the fog to
finally let in the ray of sunshine clearing the cobwebs and thoughts which bog
down humanity for the rest of the year.
The aptly named ‘Angreza da Gurpurab ‘ shows the
spirit of the true Indian who embraces every religion as his own setting aside
pettiness and divisive forces. The advertising, marketing spiel of selling
Santa outstrips every year’s targets. The fact that every roadside vendor at
every major traffic light sells Santa and we lap it up shows that we all live
in hope and cynicism has not dampened the spirit of humanity.
Yes, events mark the lowest of lowest ebbs in our
lives, for e.g. the killing of schoolchildren in the US, the brutal rape of the
young girl in Delhi, the shooting of a Pak school girl who just wants to study
and many more …The list is countless and endless, the crimes the plunder of
humanity goes on unchecked but yes, the will to survive carries us forward to
another year.
We promise for a brighter, clearer future where women
are respected, loved cherished as humans as counterparts and are not taken as a
means of sexual gratification. Treat us well, as we do come as a prefix to the
Earth you inhabit; Mother Earth. And the first word you learn is “MA” when you
are born.
Respect us and it will come back manifold. Let the
change come from within and not from writing, concocting witticisms in the
virtual world, the real victim here is the Aam Aurat.
I live in hope, for when we reach rock bottom, there
is nowhere else to go and one just climbs up.
Happy New Year
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