HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI ?
With the footprints of brotherhood that you left when you embraced one
and all— OR With venomous bellows of nonchalant smoke which
diabolically tarnished his pristine atmosphere?
With the song of peace that you hummed from the innermost realms of
your heart—OR With inexplicable misery that you inflicted upon
boundless with the hideous noise of bombs exploding on every nook;
corner and street?
With the magical wand of your friendship which transcended over every
caste; creed; religion and tribe—OR With hurling cacophonic rockets
at each other with the angst to kill ostensibly radiating from your
With the ardor in your breath to exist in a perfect symbiosis with
your fellow human being and the environment—OR With umpteen number
of your sleazy bedlam bulbs that you stuck to innocent trees to
torture their body—on spurious pretext of illuminating the air
With a fresh dawn of creativity in your veins to evolve tomorrows of
new-found hope—-OR With garishly parasitic rolling fire-balls which
caused many a car and innocuous life to explode in flames; as it
unwittingly trespassed their way?
With a noble spirit to part with your wealth for the assistance of all
those rendered roofless— OR With spitting incoherent abuses on his
priceless environment as your sinister looking cracker floundered to
HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?
With the feeling of being just a piece of nothing infront of his
Omnipresent aura— OR With mercilessly beheading trees left; right
and center; in order to pave a clear way to welcome spurious
dignitaries who wanted bangs and smoke?
With the sacred vow of eternal companionship you took for every of his
created living beings— OR With simmering vindication in your soul as
you torched the virgin sands of time with worthless sparklers swaying
insidiously in your palms?
With due obeisance in your eyes for his unshakably Omnipotent
fragrance— OR With innumerable holes that you’d dug in the belly of
his earth; just in order to erect your shops selling bombs and
explosives of the most denigrating degree?
With the oneness of his creation proudly sparkling from every inch of
your persona— OR With every of your valiant bone sadistically
succumbing to the commands of the devil—who simply couldn’t wait for
you to ignite his amorphously deafening bomb?
With resolving to make the mantra of ‘live and let live’ the rhythm of
your life—OR With playing the filthiest of politics to burn one sect
of the society into flames; and become the sanctimonious unsung hero
of others; to leapfrog towards your blood-stained throne?
With being a harbinger of peace to unite every bereaved soul into a
valley of love—OR With indulging into vandalism of the highest
order; as you banged explosive shells into breathing grass to release
the inexplicable frustration of your fists?
HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?
With simple ‘diyas (lamps)’ of love; compassion; truth in your homes
and all across your heart— OR With dousing the entire harmless
street with petrol and then lighting the matchstick to witness it
disintegrate into bits of worthless nothingness and flames?
With a scepter of righteousness in your chest and unflinching stride
which shunted all lies— OR With a manipulatively farcical bunch of
friends who laughed till death as they viewed millions of bombs
produce a diabolical crackle in the heavenly night?
With a mission to conserve and nourish his unbridled environment with
your very own breath and till your death— OR With shooing every
helpless bird and animal on the streets as you struck them with misery
after misery of demonic smoke and ear-shattering sound?
With a pledge to follow the Religion of Humanity; the only religion he
guided you to follow; till the time you existed—OR With dead human
bodies and corpses on your shoulders—which you hadn’t deliberately
killed; but were a victim of your riotously carefree fire-cracker
With kneeling down to his Omniscient holy spirit and asking for
forgiveness for every of your erroneously human misdeed—OR With
devastating every bit of his sacrosanct earth with rancid fire—only
to show to the world the multiple varieties of bombs and explosives
you’d spent on to make merry in the dead?
Well. Well. Well. I’ll leave you to answer these questions on your
own— as we’ve all been blessed with a conscience; heart; soul and
spirit to immortally love; by the same God who is one for all of us….
And whilst you do so; All I’ll do is pray to him; that you take the
right decision this time and everytime; as we gear up to celebrate a
very happy Diwali and prosperous New Year…
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