This is my blog, made up of my world and everything in it. All of these are my thoughts and my words. Some of these (or, a part of some of these) have been published in the Times of India. I post them here in their entirety, along with some more of my thoughts put down on paper (or, the keyboard) that have not been published elsewhere.
Wednesday, 12 October 2016
All those decades ago, on a pleasant October evening, as dusk fell and the effigy of Ravana exploded into a million sparkles illuminating the heavens - a mom-to-be heard the Firecrackers from inside the operation theatre of the Military Hospital, Dehradun, as the anaesthesia took over her senses.
Vinnie Dev. My mom.
And Ravana was born in female avatar. With all his glory, all his wisdom and all the super duper intelligence, incorporated into one tiny dusky bundle of joy
The apple of my parents eyes, with the tag of Ravana etched into my omnipotent being, I've spent my lifetime bathed in their love and pride. And been wished Happy Birthday every Dussehra by my lovingly rude and rudely loving family.
In retrospect, flicking through the pages of the chapters of my life, I've realized just how much similarity we have - the powerful King of Lanka. And the demure Queen of all I survey
Hence, forgive me for I see the Demon King with a kindly eye. Seeing his strengths, his wisdom, his intelligence, his will power and indeed his self confidence.
OK so he fell in love with someone else's wife. Big deal!!
So, when you blow up the poor demon King this evening, spare a thought for what you destroy.
Destroy hatred, expunge divisiveness, throw out bad feeling from your souls and embrace all of humanity without bias.
Happy Dussehra to the world. And Happy Birthday to Me