Jalsa, Mumbai Aug 13, 2017 Sun 11:12 PM
The love of all .. the grace of their presence .. the affectionate gifting, the cheer of sight, the clamour of personal pictures of the selfie kind, the smiles on the face, the hugs of presence .. and the नमस्कार …
.. bring life to an otherwise stale and aged body .. one that has been now burdened by life and its endless challenges ..
… the grey and the white is now symbolic of walking away from it all .. a definiteness that is to be realised not just by the individual but by all ..
… the uncertainties of life that one sees in everyday KBC, in everyday tales of struggle and trial .. the emotion of those that live a life unknown to most of us … a life that hinges only on hope and chance .. a moment in their otherwise morose living, to be able in this one stroke of opportunity to jump out with glee and abandon those hard lined mishaps that may have pushed them into paucity and want ..
… some show their despair with the laughter of fate .. some choke with the intent of expressing their condition .. but unable to bring words to mouth .. the tears that fill their vision - the only indicator of the anguish and pain of want and abject poverty ..
it is impossible to remain conditioned and still .. words and expressions seem so inadequate and worthless .. evaluating their condition with that of ours is the obvious term .. but for how long and for what .. and what after .. ?
…. and as you ponder the ills of life and fate .. the cheers of them that assemble at the doors awakens in you the spirit of return .. to come out .. to acknowledge, to wave that smile among the many that gather .. and the wonder .. why .. why it happens ..
.. a contestant on the Hot Seat the other day just laughed and smiled throughout the investigation .. giving replies and moving up .. when asked why the mirth .. his simplistic response, made you laugh even more, but was worthy a ponder ..
… he said ..
” I laugh because .. I just called the registration numbers of KBC and among the crores and millions of calls that come and go through, I cannot imagine why my number should be chosen .. I cannot understand why I am finding myself among the chosen 10 at the FFF condition .. I am not that intelligent and I am stunned to find myself the first guy of this FFF lot to be picked through the result on the Hot Seat .. and I cannot understand how I am able to answer even one question correctly ..”
And I wonder if I would ever be able to adapt and imbibe the simplicity of the human in my sight .. that truly is worth the millions that the show promises ..
But this is sublime … this wealth of love .. this is the solar stroke from the heavens ..
the lens can distort in artistic forms the presence of love .. it cannot replace the reality and the affection ..
each raised hand of reciprocation is a raised hand of deliverance for me .. for this I shall reserve and respect and give credence to ..
the eyes betray .. the smile enlivens .. there is more than what is expressed .. inside ..
Birthday Ef .. Kishore Bhatt .. love and wishes from us all for the 14th of August