Saturday, September 26, 2015

Poles Apart... Not Really!

I was travelling in the Mumbai Metro last week, just a day prior to Eid. Such a refreshing change it was from the dirty, jam-packed Mumbai locals! Here people waited in a queue to get in, and the metro stations were impeccably clean! That kind of Mumbai I always wished for! Except the view from the metro!! With no place to sit(during the rush hour), I stood in a corner. I happened to overhear this random conversation two ladies were having, right beside me. One lady was dressed in a sari, the other in a burqa. They were engaged in this animated conversation, where they were discussing their respective cultures. The lady in sari belonged to a Marwari Hindu community while the other was a Muslim. What really fascinated me was these were two women coming from different backgrounds, talking, giggling without any prejudice. The lady in sari was fascinated by the Muslim culture, their festival of Eid, who did not flinch at the mention of goat -slaughter during Bakra-Eid while the other still couldn’t comprehend how the lady in sari could be a pure vegetarian!! In those fifteen minutes, I saw them chat away, about life,womanhood,customs and background under the sun (figuratively).

Those fifteen minutes made a big difference for me personally! How often do we forget the ‘Muslim’ tag and interact with them just as a human being regardless of their caste/creed? I was ashamed of myself, for flinching every time I encountered a Muslim. Here I was a “twenty-first century’’ girl and still riddled with the religious differences...  


We call ourselves modern, educated yet are so regressive when it comes to religion, brotherhood... it is so saddening that we easily generalize people based on their religions. We were all humans until race disconnected us, religion separated us, politics divided us and wealth classified us... 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Unfortunately Unfortunate

The other day I was waiting for my cousin outside an eatery in the mall. He had excused himself to use the restroom. As I was waiting for him, I did what I enjoyed doing the most : observing. A cute kid, who must have been three or four years old, was wailing inconsolably pointing out towards the candy store. Jelly beans, gum and bubblegum candy, licorice candy, gummy bears and lots of them ! Yummy... He wanted all of them! The Father came, tried cajoling him and taking him away, but the kid wouldn't relent. The Father of course knew that the candy would cost a bomb. Embarrassed, he called for his elder daughter, who was strolling around. He gave her some money, must be around thirty or forty bucks and excused himself. The money wasn't sufficient enough for the expensive candy. She walked towards the Candy store. The shopkeeper eyed them with suspicion. She checked them out and whispered something in her younger brother's ears. Again the kid started crying, pointing towards the candy store. The Father came and picked the child and walked away. The elder daughter trailing behind. Both of them looked back at the candy store with desire in their eyes...