This place has not seen rain for few months, it started raining for last few days and everything seems to be rejoicing. Silent are welcoming the change, noisy started playing in rain and babies are wondering. There is a respite today and the sun is showing its presence and every droplet is reflecting it. Every boulder and meadow is washed out and looking bright. Kids are very excited and eagerly waiting for the play to start. Near the corner believers put an idol and built four walls around. Now the place has become sacred and everyone started offering their prayers to it. A man next door started walking to the ground with chicken in hand, children are curiously looking. The hen is silent and totally unaware what is happening. The idol is bathed in sacred waters and put garlands around.
Now the hen is washed, nicely adorned with garlands and killed to offer to a dead image. The place is filled with blood and permeated his hands. Next to you is a boy who lives next to your house, looking bright and active, recognized you and asked you whether you are a vegetarian or not without any reservation. He continued…. there is a prayer in sacred book, which was written thousands of years before the nationalism crept into peoples’ mind, “there may be no rains for years and…crops don’t come to yield…but let there should be peace among the four footed animals.” He looked serious as if he spent considerable time in analyzing all this. Everything needs food to survive and only the diseased don’t want food. You, me, the dog that is mangy, the bird on tree everything needs food. When it is only particular food, where the taste dominates, the perversion starts and world degenerates. He even added saying that it is nature, which is dictating the cycle. The plants have life too but I prefer to call it as minimal killing. A flower may die and wither away but it comes up again with liveliness.
And he is more assertive,saying “in modern world, taste dominates and destroys the organism but pleasure takes hold. One may have read extensively and know all this but the knowledge does not transform a man and his conduct. The energy which can be used for transformation is often wasted in mindless discussions and endless chatter and eventually this is going to happen.” somebody got bowled out between wide applause and now it is his turn to bat, there he is. It was almost dark when the play stopped and everyone started leaving before him. You both stayed for a while and there is not a word between you and there is what it is. There is no movement in either direction. Time seems to lost its years of deep significance and someone started calling for him and he is back again in the well lighted street. On the way, there is the dog that is mangy, enclosing its tail taking deep breath.
Now the hen is washed, nicely adorned with garlands and killed to offer to a dead image. The place is filled with blood and permeated his hands. Next to you is a boy who lives next to your house, looking bright and active, recognized you and asked you whether you are a vegetarian or not without any reservation. He continued…. there is a prayer in sacred book, which was written thousands of years before the nationalism crept into peoples’ mind, “there may be no rains for years and…crops don’t come to yield…but let there should be peace among the four footed animals.” He looked serious as if he spent considerable time in analyzing all this. Everything needs food to survive and only the diseased don’t want food. You, me, the dog that is mangy, the bird on tree everything needs food. When it is only particular food, where the taste dominates, the perversion starts and world degenerates. He even added saying that it is nature, which is dictating the cycle. The plants have life too but I prefer to call it as minimal killing. A flower may die and wither away but it comes up again with liveliness.
And he is more assertive,saying “in modern world, taste dominates and destroys the organism but pleasure takes hold. One may have read extensively and know all this but the knowledge does not transform a man and his conduct. The energy which can be used for transformation is often wasted in mindless discussions and endless chatter and eventually this is going to happen.” somebody got bowled out between wide applause and now it is his turn to bat, there he is. It was almost dark when the play stopped and everyone started leaving before him. You both stayed for a while and there is not a word between you and there is what it is. There is no movement in either direction. Time seems to lost its years of deep significance and someone started calling for him and he is back again in the well lighted street. On the way, there is the dog that is mangy, enclosing its tail taking deep breath.
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