Time Space & Me

My unconscious mind suddenly revolted. The phenomenon was out of ordinary. I had been sleeping or rather lazying on my bed for the whole morning hours.... I was alone and had very little to do. With a wish in my heart, I went out to endeavour the thrue baab festivities...friends, knowns, unknowns, young, old, joyous or otherwise. Hi there! Happy blessed rainy day...I threw this typical greetings generously like a machine gun bursts. Followed by more snipers ones bit classified liners....hows your thrue celebration? What have you got for this day? What special for the rainy day? I almost from everyone got the same synchronised answers. Or the statement I least attended for a reason of common conversation.....I had pork..I had fish...i had beef....and the list of animals keeps on inflating with parts, garnishes or cooking processes. Pigs, cows, yaks, bulls, calfs, chickens, eggs, legs, intestines, heads, ribs, bones, skins, fresh or stinking, local or exotic, large or small....it has to be meat, flesh or bones. I saw meat venders smiling out of their face....I saw some people birding and almost shouting their frustration...no meat and it spoiled my table...Then the liquid part of the day....alcohol. We drink alcohol without inhibition, young, old equally. We drink by shots, we gobble by bottles and we beinge in by jerry-cans! Then we advertise the dutchness in us....world contracts all of a sudden, people become lilliputens and he becomes Guliver in distorted conscience. The last episode thoe is our art of playing games. We have beautiful games khuru (technically dart:-), archery and degor(pelting of flat doughnought like stones:-) and all these sports are dangerous if played in a fluid state. But in occassions like today we do take it fatally. It would not be a surprise if someone somewhere gets strewn by the arrow missiled by a compound bow....another Arjuna ambaressed, another Robinwood missed his eye! And I bounced back to my room just to confront myself in lone. I was contemplating over the post that someone beautiful....that this thrue baab is to cleanse ourselves of our bad deeds, bad luck and bad karma...its a super holyday....its a super auspicious day to earn merit. Practically our celebration boils down to killings of animals, drawning in alcohol and display of vanity in air. Thus, I fought with my consciousness that we celebrate with tender lives. That innocent animal made my day a big hyped celebration. Spritually what I did throughout the day is In direct negation to what I should have done. One lost his family the other packed his family.....but I bathed in a hope to cleanse my bad karma, I decorated my table with whatever carcass I could hunt, I swam in the pool of alcohol, I ate with my family and friends and I played khuru.....as day draws in, I am already nostalgic about my holy shower!