A Victory

She was massively trembling from the inside. But no one could see. Huge waves of terror, shock, disgust were hitting on the inside of a frozen body of hers. The man whom she called uncle had spoken expressively about his 10 year old daughter some time back was now touching her inappropriately. On the last seat of the silent bus was a crime happening. A crime that could shake her belief in the people. Could she trust any other uncles in the future? What happened to the sweet talk he did of his own daughter? Could he not see his daughter in this 15 year old girl? While touching her how could he forget his daughter too had uncles and she too travelled in bus? But at that moment what should the girl do? I said shout aloud girl. She said “But no one knows me.” I said get up and go. She said “Where? He comes at my home also regularly. Is he really doing something wrong or am I just feeling it? I can’t understand.” And she sat there frozen. But then came a moment when his touch shook her soul. Something burned up inside her and she with full force hit him with her elbow in the stomach. He growled with pain holding his stomach. With the highest force she shouted, “Stop touching me, you dirty creature.” She was free. Everyone looked upon him as she walked from there and got down the bus. There was a victory. I, her mind never felt more confident.

‘Man se ravan jo nikale, ram uske man mein hai..’

How true it is! I don’t know about the God or the King. I believe Ram and Ravan both are concepts. Both exist in our minds. Everyone’s mind carries their own Ram and Ravan every day, everywhere. Life tests us with various situations. It is in our hands to choose. We have the power to decide whose hand to hold while walking the journey. Does the Ram in us overpower the Ravan or the Ravan rides our decisions?

We visit temples and pray God to help us follow the right path and give us the strength to do so. But forget the power within. Wouldn’t it be easier if we visited the God within us? We can fool the whole world. But how can we fool our self?

WHO ARE YOU?

Who are you?

Are you the name you carry? Or the perception everyone carries about you? We care so much about the perceptions after all. Are you the body that is seen, touched and cared for or something invisible, abstract? Are you your thoughts or are you the actions?

You are definitely not the designation on table. You might be the relationships. A brother. A friend. A mother. Do you believe you are the religion or the nationality? Are you identified by your qualifications or by your assets, by your beauty or the intelligence? All these are attributes. But who are you?

Who am I? Am I a human? A good human? Who will decide the goodness or the badness? Is there a universal standard scale to measure it? The body that moves around with pride will be burnt or buried one day. My thoughts come and go in matter of seconds. My speech may never be heard. My words will go unread. My success will lose to other successful people. My nationality will cease if all borders are wiped clean someday. If all gods are one, where does my religion stand? Money doesn’t matter to me and no one today asks my qualifications. Relationships might last a little longer until the people I know live.

Just out of curiosity, if I ask a saint, “Who are you?” what will he say? If you ask a rapist or a murderer, “Who are you?” What will be his reply?

Am I my own idea? I am not finding an answer to “Who am I?” Do you know? Who are you?