Today morning, the wind was
blowing on its usual pace, messing with large fluid saree of my neighbor and
prompting it to almost peak into my window. The sun was bang on its position,
playing the usual sensuous hide and seek game with the dark clouds (it’s almost September, whats up with that ha!), moon was still trespassing from his last night’s
instinct, I wonder if he gets overtime payments or he just had an eventful
night and now trying to sneak out unsuccessfully unnoticed (I am using “he”
because "chanda" mama is suppose to be male and apparently that’s the only rhyme I
remember from my non-voting days, so why not flaunt it). These guys must really
love what they do, the wind, the sun, the moon, the rain, the life, the death.
These are those nerdy kids who are always bang on time, without any reason,
without any perks, no lucrative offers, no alarm clocks.
I tend to wonder why do WE need
reasons, reasons to work, reasons to be certified successful, reasons to get
up, reasons to marry, reasons to live, reasons to be happy, reasons to be
ashamed and forget all these “important “ things, in my country I even have to
give reason to eat different cuisines. I am not allowed to eat egg today reason
being its Tuesday, I cannot eat wheat it’s Monday and more so I cannot go out
of the house in night, even just to take a walk under the beautiful night sky
as they speak I have the “acche ghar ka ladka” tag ( guy belonging to a nice
family) and “acche ghar ka ladkas” don’t
do that, I wonder if moon and stars doesn't belong to a nice family.
I am tired of giving reasons and
more so I am bored of giving reasons. Let’s get one thing out of the way; we
are “born to die”, nothing can change that, you may die of heart attack or an
accident, you may die in sleep or while taking a poop, it really doesn't matter
apart from the fact that the news paper ad carrying your death info will have a
hard time printing, how you died while taking a poop, (shreeman/mati, chole
bhature khane ke baad, shochalaye par dhavsta paye gaye, bhagwan unki aatma ko shanti
de, gharwale iska zimmedar angrezi toilet ke galat prabhav ko mann rahe hai,
yeh hamari sanskriti ke khilaf hai ), nobody will care if you died as an
architect or an engineer, a waiter or a driver, a writer or a fashion designer ,
what really matters is that you are dead and in the same way what really
matters is that you “LIVE”, how and what you do to live doesn't really matter.
Sun doesn’t give reason, wind doesn’t
need reason, stars don’t require reason, happiness doesn't crave for reason,
sorrow doesn’t munch on reason, adopting a child shouldn't require a reason,
being gay doesn't need to marry a reason, following your heart shouldn't be a slave to any reason, being yourself is not about a reason. From now on I want
to say and say it very proudly that I am an unreasonable man and I am proud of
it.
“khud ko na de saza, khush ho le
bewajah”
(don't punish yourself in any season, be happy without any reason)
