You are alone
I know you are alone
What if you were born an orphan?
Still you would have sought
Made some friends
A child anew
Now, but you are not an orphan
Please learn to be not alone
The World is your friend
You make it!
You are not alone.
Tray of New Gods
I used to be an obedient stand –behind- my -wife kind of sender of prayers to our Hindu pantheon of Gods. I admit in the beginning it was my entire fault. Everything that went wrong with my life was my fault. Still my Gods did fail me. They made other people millionaires and not me, why? They say Mongol genes are running rampant in ninety percent of Asia’s population. So maybe Ganesha does not approve of my Genghis Khan chromosomes. Anyway things are not working.
I came to this northern city chasing an IT dream. I must admit I have a good job and a good wife. Things froze at that. I am caught in a strange vortex of infrastructure failure. It’s my fault. Why did I live in cities where things worked? Getting bad habits is so easy.
Now people hate me for complaining about the lack of electricity in Gurgaon. “Grow up man, this is part of life.” My work is all deadline based. My life depends on the internet. Some senior manager got netted in by the beautiful legs and smile of a senior executive of a new Internet provider company. I have to work now at a snail’s pace as a consequence because the net (pun intended) result has been bad. My lap top gets all heated up because of the hot cabin I sit in. It just shuts up.
I decided to change my Gods. The old ones were not working.
“What are these things in the prayer tray?” asked my wife. Let me explain the prayer system. Incense is burnt in the tray and an oil lamp is lit. Then the tray is swung in a circular motion in front of the pantheon of Gods and Goddesses. There is a deity for each of our demands in life. These deities are as human as real people to Hindus having heard very interesting stories about Krishna, Ganesha, Shiva, Parvati, Rama, Sita, Laxman and Hanuman. The mythology exists in two books read by every devout Hindu-The Ramayana and The Mahabaratha. Today there are numerous television plays enlightening viewers about stories of these great Gods.
My wife’s question reverberated in the prayer room. ‘What are these things in the prayer tray?’
“The God of Electricity represented by my old voltmeter and the Internet God represented by photographs of Robert Kahn and Vinton Cerf, the Fathers of the Internet.”
Immediately there was a Schism in our home. She immediately pulled out her Gods from the tray. Now I understood how religions split into rival factions.
“At least give me that one tiny Ganesha’ I begged her
‘You are a heretic. I will make a report to our Punditjee (priest)’ my wife said.
I put my Gods on a separate tray and burned some incense. That day the internet ran with the speed of lightning and there was no electricity failure.
This is it. I am forming a new religion. People will flock to me. I surveyed other pitfalls in my life. My bank account! Lakshmi was unhappy with me. I clipped out an old photograph of Warren Buffet and put it in a tiny frame. This I placed on my tray of new gods. As an after thought I added Mukesh Ambani and Azim Premji. Next day I got bonus shares from all the companies I had invested in. This was working.
I was the new Messiah. I had seen the light.
I could fix any thing with my prayers. The population! I should fix the population. I stuck a family planning red triangle on a cardboard and placed that too on the tray. My wife looked at me. She thought I was going mad. I remembered Joan of Arc. She too was scoffed at but made a saint after her death. I went to sleep happy. I liked the idea of my beatification.
Alas my world came crashing down next morning. ‘I’m pregnant’ said my wife. I looked at the red triangle in disappointment. The Sensex lost a thousand points the same morning. The color red flowed entirely through my holdings. The office generator packed up just after the net stopped working. I took out my old booklet of Hanuman Chaleesa and my string of 108 beads.
“Jai Hanuman Gyan Goon Sagar—-.” Just then my boss walked in. He admired my stoic nature in the office. I was praying in the disastrous situation while others were wailing and crying at the lack of electricity and the internet.
I got that long pending promotion. I threw away the volt meter and respectfully stowed away the photographs and the red triangle. My place has been restored behind my wife in the prayer room and the infidel tray thrown on to the scrap heap.
Summer Solstice thinking: when I was a toddler my grandmother would always call Christmas a ‘Badaa Din.’ I thought then that she meant Long Day or ‘Big Day.’ I always thought it described the length of the day but today it dawned upon me she meant a big day for the former white rulers of India. She as a young girl had seen the days of Empire under Queen Victoria, or the Mallka (Empress). She had lived through an era ruled by King George V and King George VI. She was definitely aware of Queen Elizabeth.
I also used to wonder ‘how this day can be long when it gets dark so early on the 25th of December?’ Thus on June 21 of 2013 I have figured out what a simple phrase meant ‘Bade din kee chhootian’ was nothing more than Christmas Holidays and not as I confusedly thought ‘holidays of the long days.’
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ባዶ ጭንቅላት ስድብ ይቀናታል፡፡ ባዶ ጭንቅላት ማገናዘብ ያንሳታል፡፡ ባዶ ጭንቅላት ማለት ግን መልካም ነው፡፡ ምክንያቱም ክፍት ቦታ አለው እና፡፡የነ ልጅ Mamush Tadesse ጭንቅላት ግን ልጋግ የተሞላ ነው፡፡ ክፍት ቦታ የለውም፡፡ምንም ስንኳ ብትመግበው ይተፋዋል፡፡ እንደ ጋሪ እየተነዳ መሄድ ይፈልጋል፡፡ እውነት እንዳይሰማ ተደርጎ በውሸት ተሞልቷል፡፡ ውሸት አብዝቶ ስለ ለመደ እውነት ሲቀላቀልበት አናቱ ስለሚታመም ውሸቱን አጥብቆ መያዝ መርጠዋል፡፡ እውነቱን ቀስ በቀስ መለማመድ እንዲችል /unlearning/ ውሸትን ማፅዳት ያስፈልገዋል፡፡ እንደ እብድ ድንጋይ መውገር እንጂ እውነቱን ለማወቅ ጊዜ ማባከን መስሎ ይታየዋል፡፡ ለምሳሌ ፡ ምኒሊክ እና ሀይለስላሴ ኦሮሞ ናቸው ፡፡የ ራስ ተፈሪ አባት ጉራጌ እና ኦሮሞ ሲሆኑ እናተቻአው ደግሞ ወ/ሮ የሽመቤት አሊ አባጅፋር ይባላሉ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yeshimebet_Ali፡፡ ብየ ብነግራቸው እነ ማሙሽ ታደሰ ባጠገባቸው ብሆን በድንጋይ ይወግሩኛል፡፡አሁን ግን በረኪና ይጠጡ እንጂ አንገናኝም፡፡በተመሳሳይ ሁኔታ የ ተፈሪ መኮንን ሚስት ያጎታቸው ልጅ ናቸው ቢባሉም የሚያብዱ ይመስለኛል፡፡ አጤ ምኒሊክ እናታቸው የ ሰው ቤት ሰራተኛ ናቸው ፡፡ብላቸውም ታንቀው ይሞቱ ይሆናል፡፡ እኔ ግን መረጃ ይዤ እስከተናገርሁኝ ድረስ ተጠያቂ አይደለሁም፡፡
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