I Wish I Could Heal History and Frame Future

A nature walk along with a little thinking process over a first-hand experience as I noticed is a great teacher!

What isn’t beautiful, we leave it to the heavens to take care of. What entangles our hearts; we let its attainment govern our future steps lot many times. If it inspires us and gets the best out of us, I would say it’s something positive. Just in case it becomes an obsession, an entity, playing around to the maximum with which becomes a five year term work for some people, the so called nation governors, the work with which they presume they are finally identified; there’s something seriously wrong.

Feeling it isn’t as easy as saying is.

It’s only a tête-à-tête with an expatriate following a lucky accidental meeting which runs a chill down your spine. I call that lucky coz the talk instantly squeezes a lot of things in your head to ponder over. Such as why do people have to divide the society on the basis of religion? Why do the religions need to differentiate themselves with typical names in spite of similar preaching? And then divide the society? Why does a nation have to be so greedy over a patch of neighbouring land that it foolishly directs almost all its efforts towards its attainment? Why do a set of people have to show their dominance and forcibly flee the other set away, snatching their homes forever, not realising that an encroachment over someone’s abode is completely unethical and unjustified, that doing this is yet another act against their own Holy Book?

And definitely, why do the [state] leaders just callously let certain things happen, not caring to take any effort to control the havoc happening around? Just because it doesn’t affect them given a sense of security they enjoy being the ones sitting on the throne? If that’s enough a reason convincing them to not identify themselves with the feelings of the state inhabitants they are legally supposed to look after; humanity has evidently lost its meaning in this era.

It isn’t easy explaining the havoc a displacement from an ancestral home creates in a family. To have to leave one’s lovely orchards and haveli in the hands of the penetrators, dashing out to another city helplessly to save one’s life and then start from scratch; it’s a pain only a few inflicted upon can overcome. And coming back over to the place ten years hence just to learn that the colony has had a new setup and the renowned “Bhawani Temple” that had one’s footsteps everyday has lost its glory; is nothing less than a heart break!

History can merely record the prominent losses undergone but the little personal tragedies can’t easily be forgotten. These little tragedies are tremendous things to some and aren’t known completely by all except a few.

Isn’t this description of consequences of a human conflict good enough to arouse a feeling of sympathy towards one’s own species? For some, it does no good in making them realise their responsibilities.

Can any reason possibly justify the taking away of precious innocent lives?

Wouldn’t it be nice living in a society of peace?

It’s just not easy to understand why can a thing of beauty not be cherished and praised, why the person next door can’t just be satisfied with the God’s best creation being so near to him. Why the ruinous thought to rein the gardens and snow clad peaks eat his mind away like a cancer!

The cool air and the blue azure sky remaining the same throughout the day, a serene walk down the mountains, an hour’s boating on a lake, the tingle of crystal balls, the tryst of the purest water on the earth with Himalayan rocks, the exquisite Mughal gardens are some things only the crest of the nation have to offer.

60seconds a minute,

60minutes an hour,

24hours a day,

Similar 365days defining a year,

Passes by one, comes in the next.

I wouldn’t call a set of 365 days a year though, just to signify the beginning of one marking the end of the previous set. It’s just a human way of adjusting with time, a way to mathematically realise that a certain fraction of one’s lifespan is over ;). 
Finally, revering the point of celebration that a new year is, let me bring out a simple thought I have running in my mind,

There’s this little wish I have,

That in the many new years to come by,

None of them sees a human conflict displacing them from their habitats.

So long as the SUN shines in the valley,

Wish I,

PEACE prevails in the Heaven on earth!

The Mughal GARDENS captivate the hearts,

CLOUDS play in the blue azure sky,

SHIKARAS reside on the Dal,

The ORCHARDS gift us the life sweeteners,

The PEAKS forever inspire us to go higher!

VIVA KASHMIR!!