That Pair of Eyes… a day to remember!

How far can we go keeping a promise and how far can we go while making them? No one knows the limits when it comes to making promises but the limitations are always there when we talk about keeping the promises we might have made. Still, there are the people who try their best to go to any possible or impossible extent keeping the value of their words… 
It was the day which I will keep in my heart… safe and secure. No promises made and no words uttered but still, there was a sense of understanding which prevailed and lingered around. I saw him….first look itself was enchanting. He gave a friendly, naughty smile. A look that was hard to ignore, a look that was only for me. Among the crowd, I could feel him looking straight into my eyes and reaching the bottom of my heart. I was mesmerised at the same time shy, didn’t know where to look. He demanded to look into his eyes. His belief ‘eyes never lie’. It took me some time to come to terms with his eyes but then …. It was like a magical spell and I gave in. He wasn’t anything like those who are found in lots here and there on the streets and on the gates of the colleges and universities. He was certainly different that I could sense just in the very first sight. 
His eyes were restless… perhaps looking for a suitable sight which could comfort them but I have already settled my eyes on him by then noticing the moves made by him and the activities. I am not sure even now why did I do it but I just did it because there was a complete nothingness there! 
Evening was ready to spread and the Sun was willing to quit by then. The ruddy light was looking so pleasant on the waves which were silent that day. The world was busy in itself and I was absorbed in his absorbing eyes which were still restless and unwilling to calm down. There was something so pleasant about him which gave me a million moments of contemplation within those 15 odd minutes.
Sadly, the cities have shorter days and longer nights without the light. The world was moving and it compelled our tacit conversation without any word to an end…
Now that I remember that day, it still fills me up with the same enthusiasm to believe that the world is really strange with so many strangers around us every day but on some odd days, one among those just become so familiar that it feels that you can spend rest of your days just seeing that one…  to that unknown person, I could dedicate only these words because I know I never will see him again… the world may or may not be round, but it’s surely too complicated! 
Stars just a twinkle away
Darkness all around
Scent of musk blooms ,
Breeze to fill the gap.
Enchanting night
Golden luminous moon
There he was, Standing out
Mysterious eyes, casting spell
Looked through the soul.
They spoke, bewitching eyes
Spoke to me,
Sparkling eyes shone.
He looked straight into my eyes
For long…
Entered my soul.
Waves up and down,
I felt I will drown.
I controlled, held myself back.
He was strong to hold.
Took me, and stood among those mights
Scared, confused, I looked at him,
His eyes lit as he confessed
Lamp, candles stars all lost their gleam.
Bewitching eyes kept me captive.
Two pairs, near the sea
Over the skies.
This earth that horizon.
In between a promise to keep
Nidhi Sharma

Happy Independence Day

We all know INDEPENDENCE DAY is approaching. And why won’t we, suddenly all the shops are filled with different avatars of our respectable National Flag! Everywhere we can see.. Facebook, Whatsapp, Instagram.. messages, videos, short films filled with patriotism which suddenly creep up like a weed from nowhere to everywhere asking us to share with the maximum. On Red lights, when we disheartened push on the brakes of our vehicles beating our heads and abusing the government for making us stop every time the light turns red, small flags are sold and later on 16th August (sad to say) they are in debris. People are seen wearing combinations of tri-colour, even though it’s not allowed. But I feel that these acts of CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE run in our veins. We HAVE TO DO what is forbidden. Getting up late, enjoying the holiday, flying kites, planning for shopping (as its “50% off” almost on all major brands) end our day. This is how we celebrate our Independence Day. (And I know I am right because I am certainly one of those and this ‘I’ is not only me but the soul of every reader.)

I bet three-fourth of our population finishes their Independence Day celebration like this only. This is what we think is justice to all the sacrifices made for achieving this independence. Like those slavery days, no one is asking us to wear khadi or not to go to English schools. Or stop conversing in English. Simple little things that we can do to show our respect to the nation are expected of us. Harming our National heritage sites, monuments or buildings is one such thing we should avoid. They need to be preserved rather than turning them to love points and carving the name of youth’s ever changing love feelings.

Wearing helmets, respecting red lights, taking tickets while travelling in rails and buses, paying taxes on time, filing returns, paying our bills with dignity without certain loops of notices…controlling nature calls and other such activities like spitting, these are just small things on our part which we as responsible citizens can do. This is not only for 15th August. This should be brought into practice and eventually into the natural order of Indian citizens. This is our share of responsibility to shoulder. This is nothing as compared to what our soldiers do for us on the border. Then can’t we contribute even this much to our nation?

I asked one of my students what do you do on 15th August? She said it’s a holiday so we get up late and have lunch, evening we fly kites with high volume music and then the day is over. I was hurt ….really hurt. I was reminded of the days when my father used to wake us up early and make us stand in ‘attention’ for the National Anthem being played for the whole country on Doordarshan and then we used to watch subsequent programmes. Then, whole day my mother used to be nostalgic telling us stories about how her own grandfather who was a freedom fighter (she takes proud in it till date) used to tell them so many related stories. Not only on that day she used to make us hear ‘jaimala’ which is a radio programme for soldiers. As per her, this used to connect us with that feeling of patriotism of our soldiers. After so many years, I feel it really worked.

Today I feel, we as parents, as teachers are failing to fulfil our duties. It’s we who have to take up this responsibility in making the youth of today aware of what we have lost to gain, what they enjoy today. Our armed forces who fight day and night on the border should be thanked for their endless efforts.
That reminds me of the poem by Rabindra Nath Tagore written long back.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Every time, I read this I wonder when our mind will be without fear. Every day, we are fearful of sending our daughters out. Fear of bomb blasts and other terrorist activities never abandons us. Our children, our youth are falling into the pit of drugs and other anti social activities. We have to shoulder the responsibility as elders to bring them to right path. We have to awaken our country to that heaven of freedom.
With that hope, I wish all of you a very HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY. Jai Hind…Jai Hind ki Sena.


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