There is a story about a saint called Bahauddin Walad from Afghanistan who had a dream about an invasion which would result in bloodshed and destruction. This was before Halaku Khan grand son of Chengiz khan invaded what is present day Afghanistan. Imagine the plight of this saint who could visualize all this destruction, people around him being killed, so much blood shed, his nears and dears suffering and a happy community being destroyed. I guess waiting for something like this would have been much worse than enduring the tragedy. Most people would call it running away from reality but at times the only way to live peacefully is like ostriches-in-the-sand.
I don’t know what is going to happen on the 26th January, hopefully after all this ruckus about flag hoisting and political point scoring on both sides, the match would be fixed and we will all heave a sigh of relief but till then there is a sense of insecurity. For the last so many years around all festivals, national or religious there is a threat of terror attacks and a red alert issued but this year there is uncertainty. Our flag is the symbol of pride, it has been hijacked by politicians who don’t deserve to even touch it. All they do is spread unhappiness and divisions on the basis of religion, caste, region, language and whatever possible divide they can think of. When I say this, I mean politicians across the political divide. Rightists, leftists, right of centre, secular, pseudo secular, religious, whatever. All of them are ready to sell the country and its people for money and power.
Read this story of three prisoners, all trussed up, waiting to be presented by the wizard to his king. The first was caught cursing you, he was told. “Off with his head,” came the order. The second was caught stealing bread. “Feed him to the lions,” was the response. The third man was caught falsifying documents, money laundering and pilfering millions in corporate loans. “Hire him,” roared the king. This seems to be so true in the present circumstances. Political Leaders , babus, journalists and even judges in some cases have become so shameless. You don’t know who to believe. “Khudawand ye tere sada dil banday kidhar jayen, keh drveshi bhi ayyari hai sultani bhi ayyari” everything seems to be fixed. Swiss money, Wikileaks, land mafia, corrupt journalists and judges, there is a new story everyday. Situation is chaotic and there is a feeling of helplessness, hope seems to be fading, still have to hang on and keep hoping. Eleventh hours do end, and the hour is darkest and coldest just before dawn. ‘Andhera zyada gehra lug raha hai/ tto shayad subah ab hone hi ko hai’