Be a Man. Respect Women.
For 12 years, once every week, taking this oath was a ritual in my and thousands of other students school life.
India is my country and all Indians are my brothers and sisters.
I love my country and I am proud of its rich and varied heritage.
I shall always strive to be worthy of it.I shall give my parents, teachers and all elders respect and treat everyone with courtesy.
To my country and my people, I pledge my devotion.
In their well-being and prosperity alone, lies my happiness.
But as a nation we hit the rock bottom today. This makes me realize that we never truly understood what this pledge meant. The words being spoken were just part of a mundane routine and failed to register an impact in the way we function as a society. But all is not lost. In this utter grief, I take heart in the fact that the youth of this country wants to change. The protests against all odds, the candle light vigils and the uproar in the social media, they mean something. They show the willingness of this generation to put those words in action. In this I take heart and I see hope. As responsible citizens, let us all be a part of the change that we want to see.
I still remember those days, when the arrival of sunset on this lightful day delighted me. I used to run around my home looking for candles, agar bathi’s and cotton (can’t help it! my mom still insists I plug my ears 😀 ), while my dad intently watched the share market (the special trading hours 6-7 pm on deepavali). After nodding my head to a myriad of safety measures, folding my sleeves I stepped out of my home, and joined my buddies. The camaraderie and the rapport I share with my neighborhood friends can only be termed as awesome and this made sure that we had a hell lot of fun, each and every year.
Daam – Deem – Doom….
As they say, the only constant is change, and I realized it once again just now, thus making me to share this impromptu piece. Even though I have not turned completely eco green, the interest levels for bursting crackers has gone down in our clique. But that is not the change I want to talk about. It is natural to lose interest in crackers when you grow up. The change I want to talk about – the special trading hours. This year I sat next to my dad with my laptop while he was watching the share market.
Ofcourse, I made a profit :D, at precisely 6.59 pm. ( as usual on the edge 😉 ).
Signing off with the wise saying “As they say, change is the only constant.”
Wish you and your family a very happy, blissful, prosperous and safe Deepavali.
Ps: Those who did not receive my wishes today, it is Vodafone’s fault. They have blocked the message offers for today :D.