Almost two weeks have passed and I’ve not written about anything. Well,
it’s not because of the lack of interesting incidents, they happened in
abundance. In these last few days I had to say a lot of goodbyes and hellos.
I would start with my new friends in college. So, I met these girls on the
third day of my college and instantly became their friend. They are nice bunch
of girls who are all amazing in their own way. I’m learning a lot of things
from them. They are somewhere teaching me to embrace what life has somewhat
thrown at me suddenly.
There is a friend of mine whom I had met on that third day only. It was her
dream to come to Delhi and study literature. The first time I heard about this
dream of hers, I was a little surprised. She is so happy to be in this college.
The only thing that she resents is the fact that she is away from her family
and friends. What surprises me the most is that a thing which is not so
important to me has such high importance for someone else that, that person
goes to temple every Tuesday to thank God!!
I had heard about such things in books and had heard it many times from my
parents and other elders around me that, even the food that we take for granted
and don’t eat sometimes just because we don’t like the taste of it, has great
importance for someone else who works day and night just to provide his/her
family the so called ‘tasteless food’. I fully understand its true meaning
after coming to college.
They asked in college, what was the difference between school and college?
Well, in my opinion, in school we had always lived in a protective bubble where
all our classmates had the same lifestyles and more or less the same kind of
culture. However, in college ‘diversity’ doesn’t merely mean the cultural or
religious diversity. It means more than that. One gets to meet people from all
the strata’s of society with experiences which are poles apart from yours. I
had been surprised over so many things in these last few weeks that I’ve lost
count of it. I had felt that I’ve lived in another world for the last 14 years
of my life. It seems like I don’t know
anything about the real world anymore. The definition of reality has suddenly
changed or should I say that I didn’t actually know what really ‘reality’ and
the ‘true world’ were like?
Talking about reality…well, what is happening to this world? First, Gaza
and now, it’s Iraq. Like I don’t know how people can so horribly interpret a
religion or for that matter use the name of religion to justify their cruelty.
I don’t want to get into a religious debate since; I’m pretty sure that no
religion preaches to bury people alive, sell women and moreover, make little
children and women slaves. I’m always amazed at such incidents. Yes, I’m
stunned at people’s idiotic ideologies that make them or influence them to be
so brutal towards a fellow human being. A human being that you don’t know
anything about except the religion that he/she follows or the country he/she
belongs to.
Why don’t these people understand that a person is not only merely defined
by these boundaries and the religion they follow? A person is more than it.
Goodness is a very essential quality and quite rare but; it surely doesn’t come
along with the religion and country. Any person can be capable of being good
and great. Killing people on the name religion and the faith that they follow
is not going to wipe off the truly bad guys who lurk in every other streets,
hanging girls to trees. Anyone can do bad things and be the so called ‘devil’.
What’s happening to Yazidi community people is straightforward unjust and
wrong. There are no shades of grey when it comes to life and death. There is only
right or wrong. It’s up to you on which side you want to be. You can be good or
bad irrelevant to your religion or country. So, seriously stop this nonsense of
murdering innocents and do something good in life. And, if that’s too difficult
for you then, I’d suggest don’t do anything at all.
These wars
and killings are not physically affecting me at all. These incidents are just pricking
my conscience and are forcing me to ask questions which I would’ve never asked
otherwise. Moreover, they are just making me feel good about the life that I’ve.
These incidents are somehow making me appreciate my life and what I’ve. My problems
seem petty and insignificant when I think about what they must be going through
in their life. In this moment I tell myself that everything aside “Meri Zindagi
sach mein Gulzar hai”!! Yes, my life is truly amazing and beautiful. It’s not
easy but it’s like a rollercoaster ride with few bumps now and then!!
