The sky was pitch black but appeared red in the coffers of my
mind. Probably it was the effect of returning back home at 2
in the morning, meandering my way through infinite meetings
and numerous hours of staring at the artificial light emitting
on account of atomic reactions happening hidden behind my
laptop screen.
Before we move on, a line to wonder at the wonderful
wonderland of wonders of the big and the small. On one end
of the divine spectrum is the infinite world of galaxies and stars
and planets and satellites and innumerable such bodies. On the
other is the tiny world of billions of microorganisms, molecules,
atoms, protons, probably higgs bosons and much & more. And
in between we are who deal in finite numbers. The only part of
our being which tends to reach the infinite is the self, probably
not even the mind.
Coming back to the surprisingly cool October night, when
Mumbai looked and felt just like it does in some 70’s bollywood
movie. Except when one observes the misery that is out there
for everyone to see on the streets and in the slums. The city ,
which holds the distinct distinction of having the maximum
percentage of population living in Slums.
But, there is another aspect to this apparent misery. It is
of hope and celebration. Starting with dahi handi leading
to the magnificent Ganesh Cahturthi celebrations , moving
into Navratri & Garba now and with Dhanteras and Diwali
to follow. Mumbai is also the city of celebrations. One even
goes to wonder if all these dancing and singing and shouting
folks , out on the streets have found their meaning of life
in the celebrations . Yes, faith in the almighty is the driving
tenet behind it. But on a day to day basis, it just might be
the force which keeps them going. If not religious then there
would be others :marriages , birthdays, name ceremonies,
anniversaries , new jobs , new businesses and on and on.
Get busy being miserable or get busy celebrating !
