A conversation between God and Sudhir

Sudhir prayed everyday. Many a times it would be a quick, cursory recognition of God’s existence. At other times it would be an elaborate, indulgent ritual leaving Sudhir with a sense of satisfaction, benevolence and appreciation of a job well done.

One day, God asked him … “Why do you pray?” Sudhir found himself at a loss for words. God changed tack. “Do you bathe everyday?” “Yes,” said Sudhir. “What would happen if you were to skip bathing one day?” “Discomfort,” he replied. “One week?” “I’d feel dirty.” “A month?” “I’d stink and everyone would shun me.” “A year?” “My wife and child would leave me and I’d probably develop some awful skin diseases, feel like I was rotting and begin hating myself.”

God said to him, “When you clean yourself on the outside religiously, don’t you think you need to do the same on the inside? To look in, to inspect, to heal, to realise, to become aware, to atone, to make amends, to forgive yourself, to make peace … so that the lining of ignorance doesn’t continue to collect and form a hard shell. So that a time doesn’t come when you have a moment to pause and say ‘hello’ to yourself and you fail to recognise the person you see before you?

That’s why you pray, or whatever you choose to call it. You bow to the God within you.”

Dear Sexual Predator,

You stealthy, hungry, compulsive groper, you! ‘Kaate nahi katati yeh din yeh raat, jab tak nahin rakhta hoon tum pe haath…’

Running empires, having the world at your beck and call but unable to control your primal impulse. How does that make you feel?

When you reach out to grope someone’s ass or push someone into a corner using your position of authority, does it make you feel good?

Does it make you feel good to enter a party knowing that a room full of people dislike you for having ‘submitted’ but haven’t found the courage to kick you where it hurts, yet?

 

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Does it make you feel good to know that men and women alike talk about you in hushed whispers and no … it’s not about your sexual prowess.

When you fall from grace and people call you out for the creep you are … does that still make you feel good?

This ripple effect thing has really got the ‘house of cards’ in a free fall and its fascinating to watch the wide variety of so called respected leaders and influencers (as of now, the entertainment industry in LA plus one ex-president of the USA) being stripped naked. As more and more people realise that it’s safe to speak up, that their voices will not be dismissed with a chuckle, that they will not be made to feel smaller than they already do … the ripple effect will continue outwards … it may even infect the Indian sub-continent with this rampant virus of ‘Baja bajaana’. And that may be the day you end up feeling not so good. All those ravaged souls in your closet will only fill you with regret and self contempt … but then you have it coming. You ‘asked’ for it and as is the norm … what goes around …. Eventually comes around.

Adios Amigo,

Contemptuously,

Mother of the woman who had the courage to stand up and speak before the world. Judgement be damned.

Dear heart,

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You pump blood. Till that point you are my most essential, fascinating and important partner in this body. I draw the line here. I find you meddling in my affairs too often for my comfort.

If I didn’t think and analyse there would be anarchy in this world. Forget about this ‘rich tapestry of life’ and ‘wonderful memories’ and all that bunkum … this poor soul, that you allude to, would be in an asylum. My job is to see that this soul finds an easy landing in life, sticks to the straight and narrow, lives by rules, appreciates the law and enjoys a comfortable existence.

I don’t believe in rocking the boat. I have no interest in dancing. I have a lot of things to mull over and I need to prepare for contingencies. The most balanced people are those who think several steps ahead.

Please stop misleading people with impulsiveness and silly behaviour. It becomes impossible to control a situation that gets out of hand.

I hope we understand each other clearly.

Stay in your corner and allow me to run this life. In case of unforeseen developments I will consider consulting you but I have seen from past experience that it is better I stay in command.

Its a lovely day and I see this soul is already stirring with some ridiculous notions that I will need to attend to and kill.

Your warden,

The all knowing mind.

Dear mind,

Let’s just get this straight, once and for all. I need you but we are clearly not ever going to be on the same page. Not until you calm down.

If I can do the same thing (pump blood) for hours, days, weeks, months and years in the simplest and yet most sophisticated way, even if I do say so myself, why must you constantly look for complication?

And then there’s something called instinct, gut, a knowing. Why must you question it and mislead the poor soul? A perfect trajectory ruined with over thinking and analysis, both unnecessary ingredients in the scheme of life. Urm. Ok. Not unnecessary … but not always mandatory.

Dear mind, let’s work together. Heed my advice sometimes and I will learn to be cautious from time to time. I know I can be impetuous and act before I think but that’s the reason this soul has had such a rich and memorable life. Imagine following you … it would have the most boring, predictable and blah life ever. Come on. You know it. Nudge. Wink. Coax. Grin.

Let’s live a little, dear mind and let’s dance together. I know this new hot step and if you can just get into the groove without another thought … I know you will love it!

Yours truly,

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Dear People,

I’m puzzled. What does being free mean to you?

Doesn’t it mean the right to express yourself freely and frankly? Maybe, irreverently? Maybe out of curiosity? A desire to understand? To know more? 49adef0b54d19c26fbdf2847f4234e4a

Reject? Question? Debate?

What if this right were taken away? You’d be fine with it, right? Because. I. Don’t. Hear. You. Ask. Why. WHY?

Why is it ok for our money to not be in our control?
Why is it ok for banks to lower the interest rate on FDs, charge us for every transaction, levy whimsical penalties?
Why is it ok for restaurants to fleece us?
Why is it ok for our green cover to be tampered with, taken away and replaced by more concrete in the name of development?
Why is it ok for a saffron bearing yogi to unleash uncool squads in the name of women protection?
Why is it acceptable for our history books to be rewritten in ways that make our past a sham?
Why is it ok for people in power to remain unaccountable?
Why is it ok for privileged and powerful government servants to slap and beat up professionals? Why is it ok for them to get a token tap on the wrist instead of being severely punished?
Why is it ok to allow someone to tell you what you can or cannot eat?
Why is it ok to be fed propaganda instead of news?
Why is it ok for you to feel smug and watch injustice play out around you?
Why is it ok for you to pretend that slowly and at a distance from you … the reins are being pulled in?

Why do you not see? Why are you choosing to be blind?

Because, once you have been silenced, there will be no coming back. Your hands would have been tied. Your impulse to fight back completely destroyed. Your right to question will be forgotten and very soon you will not know the difference between being free and being a conscientious tax paying, aadhaar number. Puppet. On. A. String.

It will be too late.

Yours, if you want me
Your Right to Freedom

Dear Friendship,

We learn cuss words. The best ones. From friends. We speak freely without censure and judgement. Come to think of it … almost anything and everything is without judgement.

The pranks. The madness. The wild cackle of laughter. The passionate debates. The lunacy. The impulsive travel. The movie marathons. The whirling dervishes we transform into. The gluttony. The wisdom and the sage advice. The falling over and picking each other up. The celebration and the tears. The sharing of fears.

The circle is tight.

High Five!

Member of the tribe

Dear 2017,

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Hope is the word that drenches every new year wish. Desperate, urgent, heartfelt hope that the world will be a better place, all lunacy aside.

These are 10 hopeful, anxious requests to the year 2017.

1. May we never again have to deal with whimsical people hijacking our hard earned money only to dole it out to us in rationed amounts.

2. May we find the voice to counter fiction with fact … it’s that little detail that checks out consistently across time and documents.

3. For the love of God, may the Air Traffic Control at airports get their spatial assessment right … each and every time.

4. May news channels discover a conscience and give the people a fight worth cheering for, a truth worth aspiring to and an idealism that inspires the nation.

5. May the underprivileged stand up and demand their rights, leave fatalism to the past and broker a brand new future for themselves.

6. May we, the citizens of India, not have to pay for silly statues and the lavish lifestyles of our illiterate … uhh … hard working netas … until each and every citizen gets to experience the basic human dignity of living.

7. May we acquire special powers that can stop the flow of stupidity from the mouth of leaders.

8. May we find the cure to chronic ailments so that hospitals are no longer the sought after destination hubs.

9. May people allow themselves to be better, more compassionate, kinder and more generous souls.

10. May new item numbers flood the market and fill the world with joie de vivre. The nation needs to be inspired to sing and dance and laugh and love.

Yours hopefully,

A speck in the vast humanity