Who am I? Who are you? Who are we?
I am working for a Japanese automobile company, and after
working here for more than three year I really came to know about the meaning
of “Oneness”. They answered my question of one breed, one breath and one
belief. Though they do not believe in any form of god, any strange rituals,
greedy identity of castism and communalism but the thing they believe is
working under one flag. August 6, 1945 was the black day in the history of this
country. The country of “rising sun” was about to sat; the country was on the
verge of finishing. But the unity and oneness that they have shown is not
hidden, became the superpower in just 50 years. 1947 we also got the freedom
from British rule logically both the country has started at almost same point
of time and now they take work from us and we provide services to them on
nominal charges. It is immaterial to discuss what they have achieved but the
point is how they have achieved. I never heard from any of my Japanese
colleague about the word discrimination, discrimination on the basis of age,
cast and religion. An older person is always ready to give his cooperation to
the younger one even if the younger one holds the higher visiting card. The
only question which arises in my mind is why we are so obsessed with these
factors? What satisfaction it gives to us when we say, my name is superior, my
cast is superior, my religion is superior, my town, my degree, my dog, my
mobile phone, my brand of underwear, my state and blah blah blah…the list is
endless, everything which is associated to me is superior than the person next
to me.
Are we so obsessed with the Identity? Or we became the victim
of Identity crisis? Since my childhood I heard many stories and jokes which portrayed
that we Indian are the best. Some times joke flows like this, where 3 people
are traveling in a plane, American, British and Indian and finally joke ends
with a crux that Indian beat both American and British in terms of intellect and
behavior. I have seen Indian always win though we loose in many fronts but in “text”
we always win. We talk about our great culture and unity in diversity. When I
hear the word Unity especially in diversity I just laugh. I laugh because unity
is just a word. No one has the willingness to accept other face. Whether its
love, hatred, respect or jealousy. We have created an invisible barrier around
us that we never allow diverse people to get in and the barrier of “Me
superior”. We behave that other peoples are just a breed of morons. A Bihari
treated as rickshaw wala, marathi as fool, south Indian as black, bangali as
asshole, Punjabi as show off and so on, 28 state 28 categories to define. Irony
is within the state also there is discrimination. Love is the last thing that
we can do as we give our spare time to god. Before falling in love the
checklist is important. The checklist which can satisfy that the person you
love and the each and every living organism associated with the beloved holy
creature is falling under the perquisite requirement. You never know sometime
you have to satisfy the checklist of the pet (if your beloved has got a pet).
Where is the spontaneity? Where is Love? And in which dictionary I can find the
deifinition of belongingness? Where is freedom of thoughts and flying of
imaginations? Life became a kite, a kite which has got many strings attached to
it. Anyone can pull the string according to the desire he/she is carrying and
the kite has to fly without wind. Where is love dear god?
What prompted me to write this blog is the marriage situation
of two birds. The birds were staying on a tree next to my apartment. I have
seen the days when the she bird was alone, aloof and at the position where
trust was the only a word for her. Nature has sent a he bird for her. The he
bird, full of enthusiasm and spontaneity brought lots of smile on her face and
things started becoming normal. Both became very good friend and started
sharing the joy of being very good friend. He bird was admiring her beauty and
playful nature and she bird was admiring his knowledge and livelihood. He bird
started looking her as a prospect for life partner and so does she bird. But
here came the role of father of she bird, I am not sure what kind of
personality that big bird was but certainly he is the victim of identity
crisis. My cast, my religion, my tree, my feather, my color and My locality.
Life came to an abandoned station where no train can come; friendship had been
sacrificed due to identity crisis. And now situation is two birds don’t talk to
each other. It may be a pre mature evaluation to judge their situation but this
is what I could have observed from my balcony.
Then I realized that we have created this diversity either to increase
our own hollow self confidence or to hide our emptiness of knowledge. The
knowledge of being self and not skin. We cannot see that this identity is of
our skin and flesh.
“Ram naam satya hai”, this is what we pronounce when we carry
the load of any dead flesh on our shoulder or become the part of last journey.
But for whom we chant? Is it for the flesh which cannot listen, or for self
realization that the only truth is the name of “Lord Rama”? This is just a “lip
service”, or the best we can give to a dead man. Hardly people realize that the
only truth is the name of “Lord Rama”…Bechare Ramji. It is amazing to hear the
talk of the people when they reach to the “cremation place” and put the body in
fire, While dead body is been transformed into five elements few of some very
famous dialogues:
1. What
is life?
2. What
this body is?
3. Sab
yahin dhara ka dhara rah jayega.
4. Marne ke baad kaun kiska hai.
5. Bahot
achha aadmi tha.
And
then people go home and start the same identity crisis again.
I am still waiting for the day when only love will win.
When there will be only one identity, the identity of humanness and not of the
flesh. Sri Sri speaks about this Identity and he calls it “tadatm”. The more
tadatm will be present the high degree stiffness in the personality will be.
Let the love grow, let the knowledge to transcend. Its true that for a moment
being everybody start realizing the truth of identity but I want this time
period to be more stretched. So that more belongingness can grow and we can
spread love in the air not “Tum aur Main”.