Hinduism in the pop culture

 

Being a Hindu, I was not taught to hate Islam; I didn’t grow up despising Muslims. If anything my parents taught me, it was tolerance. I was repeatedly inducted with the idea of universal acceptance and brotherhood, till it was running in my veins and became the basic idea, I had, of Hinduism.

 

I remember being told, the reason for the survival of Hinduism, lies in its concept of tolerance towards differing ideas. The reason why it stood against the mighty invaders and despotic Muslim rulers lies in the efficacy of its ideas that became the very foundation of Hinduism. It didn’t lay down any riot act as to what an ideal Hindu should do. Vedas and Puranas didn’t define our eating habits, didn’t determine our time of prayers, one thing that Hinduism gave its followers was Wisdom, Wisdom to choose.  And it was the result of this tolerance that assimilation of different ideas under one banner of Hinduism became possible, it was the result of this tolerance, that people of various cultures and religions found in India, a home. It wouldn’t be wrong if I said, Nothing accepts the new cultures, the new religion, the new people like India does. Nothing accepts you like Hinduism. 

 

And yet, here we stand accused of intolerance.  

 

In the modern scenario, where politicization of religion has become the new trend, a devout Hindu attracts a few raised eyebrows by the self acclaimed Progressive members of society. Since when, has following traditions became “old fashioned” , since when, has standing up for your beliefs and religion came to be termed as intolerance.  

 

I stand for my belief, my faith, my religion, just as you do. I support the party that politically empowers my religion just as you do, and I suppose we can live in the vicinity of each other until you start crying foul. Relax, Extremism isn’t Hinduism’s contribution to the world.

 

 

 

 

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वो किसी कहानी सी थी

ये हवा कुछ जानी पहचानी सी थी

किसी की इनमे खुशबू समायी थी

साथ आये थे यादों के झरोखे

लगा तुझे छू कर आई थी

मैं सुनता रहा

समेटता रहा दिल में

वो दिन जब ये स्याह वादियां भी गुनगुनाई थीं

कभी मुझसे आगे

कभी हाथों में हाथ डालकर

तेरे होने के एहसास तो बड़े थे 

पर जो मुड़ कर देखा तो

बस मैं था और मेरी परछाईं थी

My history class

Heard my history teacher had a fight

Said, she fought for women’s right

And moved out of her husband’s home

To live somewhere alone

And it reminded me of a question 

She once asked, I couldn’t answer

For which I was sent out of the class
On a rainy july morning, It so happened

Why did Vandals and Romans fought I was asked

First I woke up from slumber

Her question fell like thunder

Everyone was laughing  in the class

For the funny brat I was

Looked straight in her eyes and said

Because they never talked

Puzzled, she roared

I asked you the reason for the fight 

Tell me honestly, are you high

I said, if people could sit down and talk to each other 

There wouldn’t be any fights ever

Why do we even fight

Just because our ideologies doesnt align

Perfect world’s picture is different in our mind

Imagine hating a person about whom we don’t know

But hating him because his ideas are different from our own

The world would be better place 

If we give people a bit of space

To be different, 

To be true to themselves

I got Boos instead of applauses

And everyone laughed at how funny i was

She finally said

But why did romans and Vandals fought

If you dont know, you can leave the class

And I left the class

Bubble Rings

How long is life?

Years after years

Oppression and fears

Breathing in, breathing out

Years after years

Materials

Dreams

Materials

A rat race

Disillusionment

It’s a 86 second life

Under water

Not much to think

You spend it making bubble ring

And hit the floor

There you decide

If you wanna hide

And live

Or you wanna make bubble rings

And die……

She: I have crossed English channel, what have you done?

Me: I can create perfect bubble rings

She: 😍😍 marry me please!!!

A letter for her….

What are we??

In a trillion year old universe just 20-25 year old breathing mass, living in a small planet, revolving around an average star.

Seeking pleasure in someone’s company, finding happiness in money, trying to impress people, shouting, yelling, fighting….

This whole life of yours, this whole life of mine, has been a lie. You were born with a lie, and you’ll die defending it. Your beliefs, your conformity, it’s all an illusion. You, I and our beliefs are so insignificant that everything is, but dust.

Does your curves attract me??

Do I feel jealous when you go out with someone??

Do I secretly watch you when you flip your hair?

Do I “love” you??

Well, Love is, but dust. You’re but dust.

I am fine. Thank you.

Please make sure, you don’t contact me ever again.
🙂

We are dots in the universe

I am Tristan Da  Cunha

You’re UY Scuti

No Bullshit

I am naturally scared

After all i am not Jared

You so big you so high

But lone in the sky

Just a lone star

Somewhere very very far

Just a point to me

Like I am a point to you

Bigger than anything I’ve seen

Smaller than anything you’ve seen

In the end it all burns

And it all drowns

Only we survive,

And our thoughts

Just two points

Just two dots

 

 

कहीं दिल दश्त न हो जाए

अरसों से मेरी आँखों से पानी नहीं आये

डर है के कही दिल दश्त न हो जाए

कुछ ऐसी मोह्हबत हो गई रास्तो से

इसके लिए हम अपने घर को छोड़ आए

और तोड़ आये हर कसम हर वादों को

और यूँ मेरे अपने रह गए पलकें बिछाये

हम तो निकले हैं अपनी ही खोज में

जाना कहाँ है तुम्हे क्या बताएं

 ये तो मेरी प्यास है जो खींच लाई है समंदर तक मुझे

वरना हम भी बैठे थे कहीं बरसात कि आस लगाए
दश्त- Desert