This blog is not any of these .... of course, it reflects my heart, my mind and my soul but it does so in a manner that's impersonal.... here I do not need to talk of what I am going through or what I am facing .... here I am to talk of what I feel as a human and an Indian and an Asian or as any of other varied identities ... Of how an event impacts me and my dream, and what do I intend to do about it!
There were times when I felt lost ... not far off, very lately... times when I felt I had lost the verve to live, but then something from somewhere within me made me stand up ....
Nahin Tera Nasheman Qasr-E-Sultaani Ki Gumbad Par,
Tu Shaaheen Hai, Kar Basera Nokili Chattanon Par
It was as if the philosophy of an entire lifetime had been crystallized in these few words of Allama Iqbal and I started looking at life anew. The Destination of my Life has changed, the Roads that take me to my Destination have changed .... Today I have let go of the shores... Today I am free to move to the uncharted territories
Beeti Dinon Ki Yaadein Thi Jissmein, Main Woh Taraane Bhul Chuka
Aaj Nayee Manzil Hai Meri, Kal Ki Thhikaane Bhul Chuka
I am still alive because I still have a dream..... I may not be Martin Luther King Jr. and I am not definitely Barack Obama.... I am not Rajiv Gandhi and I am not also Ratan Tata ..... but I am what I am and I too can dare to have a dream....
A dream of an India which is not the truncated version of India, where I currently live.... A dream of an India which is more than a mosaic of religions, regions and relations..... which has something more to offer that regions, states, languages, communities and religions.... where being a Muslim or a Hindu is immaterial; where a Hairjan or a Brahman does not matter ... A Sunni and a Shia can co-exist.... the haves will not be penalized for having but the have-nots will be incentivized to gain..... where no one will ask me if I am a Bihari or a Marathi.... where history of India will not mean history of Delhi... where the average man in Kabul or Rangoon will feel the same whether he's in Bombay or Katmandu or Colombo or Male.... my definition of India is not a country but a sub-continent... that which begins from beyond the Sulaiman Mountains in Khorasan and continues through Kashghar and Khotan and moves down till it touches the Indian Ocean beyond Ceylon.... that begins with the beautiful brown plains of Baluchistan and continues to the lush greenery of Tawang and Kohima and beyond.... that begins in the flat miracle of the Pamir plateau and ends in the beautiful coastline of Tennasarim... a land that's been covered in a necklace of islands from Male to Port Blair and beyond .... People will hate me for my views, I don't mind... my views are not imperialistic, they are humane and different ... as I said I have a Dream....
I am no one but it's true even I have a Dream ....
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