My Fingernails-II...Why this Flash Mob?

Once! I was with my friends and we decided to go somewhere to do party. The mood was absolutely in party mode. The bike was running on full throttle, rider and pillion both were without helmet, singing some yarana songs and discussing the hidden mysteries of life. We were enjoying the every passing wind from under our ears. And suddenly we saw a well dressed “sherwani man” on a female horse, with a group of delicate people slowly moving there hands in the air on the tune of band music. The man on female horse was looking like he is going for some fancy dress competition and he will shout for his troops “Sipahiyo aage badho, aaj hum ye jung jeet ke rahenge”. O I forgot to tell you that he was carrying a sword also. The modern age “Maharana Pratap”. Suddenly my abusive friends used some mother, sister, adjectives for MMP (Modern Maharana Pratap) with line “Spermdaan ke liye itni taiyaari, Behanch***” And guess what an Idea flashed in our mind to electrify the “Spermdaan Movement”. We parked our vehicle few meters away from the troops and then walked like a “Singles” and entered into the troops. Started electrifying dance with some well dressed, heavy weight aunties and face painted, perfume dipped Barbie dolls. Within the second a fresh energy came to MMP’s S’daan movement and we vanished away without food. That was a weird action though but was good way to bring energy. That was the performance which MMP and his troop will remember always. And today I am being forced to remember this incident because of all flash mob videos being published on facebook like a virus. Flash mob Delhi 1, 2, 3, Chandigarh, Banaras, Mumbai, X, Y , Z, Flash mob Kallu ram ki gali, Flash mob house number 56 karolbagh(where only two people were dancing in the dim light of midnight)…lol. Holy Cow. Why Flash mob baba?

            Few days back a young gentleman has got similar question and he asked;”Why this kolaveri di?” Half of the world did not understand the question but somehow managed to get the context. Result was that this question has got biggest hit and most heard question on one single day. The gentleman should thank to Youtube for giving platform to ask this question. Till this everything was good but suddenly I don’t know what happened, I have got different versions of the same question, female version, Punjabi version 1 and 2, bangali version, rap version and every version was like shit of my facebook wall. My wall was more looking like a traditional village wall where rural Indian ladies put cow dung in circular shape for traditional Indian fuel. Then I also asked the same question, why this kolaveri di re baba! In every video I found people are forcing themselves to become like original, in clear words trying hard to copy the idea and the context. Every video smelled like people are so fond of making themselves watched by others. “Attention seeking syndrome”. Google has clearly understood this syndrome and encash this to grow their business. Firstly, google has created youtube to make a database of videos and now he has given all the rights to users to become a celebrity. Flash mob syndrome has caught the same fever. I am still trying to figure it out that what the Idea and purpose was behind the first flash mob at Manhattan in May 2003 but now if any flash mob will happen anywhere near my “galli/mohalla” I shall not give my brain with the idea and purpose. “Make me Hit”…hahahhahaaha. 

            People! I recently watched a movie called “The Rocker” in which there was an actor who was forced to leave the house of his sister (he was living there without paying rent) due to his non working attitude and love for the music. So in extreme condition one video has been created where he was completely nude playing drum and was composing music for his band. So that video was also a “super duper Hit” according to the movie. I am waiting who is going to initiate that idea here in India and I shall see at least 25 versions of that video including some female version. Male readers please stop imagining the video. 

            Youtube and Facebook are rocking the world doing absolutely great to make people self obsessed. These two entities are responsible in taking out some hidden talents (sarcastically) and growing models. O I forgot to thank Picasa or Adobe photoshop also for creating beautiful edited products, where Munni looks like Madona and Munna poses like Brad Pitt. Happiness distributed everywhere.

Desire 10 feet under.

Please read the title of this writing very carefully because at the end, you require to recall, you need to regain what desire 10 feet under is. Somehow I managed to find this title and according to me it is quite appropriate for what I have experienced one day in Nepal. Before this moment I saw, everything was perfectly fine; every event I went through could be defined as perfect vacation trip. I had nice tours of Snow Mountains, lakes, caves, streets and monasteries etc. After covering almost the whole touring spots of Nepal my body begged for a relaxing day. I gave all due respect to my body and allowed it to go into hibernation for one day. I slept quietly on a vacation and at the same point of time I postponed some of my visit of some important places. After a relaxed day and relaxed mind my journey begun again.

            It was a New Year gift from the nature that it wouldn’t allow the whole Nepalese public to see the sun. On same cloudy day I decided to move out of my room to a well known place of kathmandu called “Pashupatinath temple”. The temple which I have heard many times from people’s mouth and that made this destination must visit destination. It is immaterial to say that most of the Indian visit Nepal for two purposes, either “to ask the desire” or “to fulfill some desire” (I belong to none of them). Those who are close to their death or busy in opening the thread of this complicated life visits all possible temples of Nepal and beg for the desire. Second kind of people is in their twenties or thirties visit Nepal to fulfill their sexual desire. So visit defines the purpose and the purpose also depends on the age of the visitor. Without discussing further on the definition of the purpose I will share my experience.

            I entered into the premises of “Pashupati Nath” temple and gave a panoramic look to the whole compound. You cannot expect a place to be clean when almost thousands of people visit daily with their “Hindu” mentality. For me Hindu mentality means we believe in GOD and that GOD is an object of feeling who is sitting somewhere on the top of the head or in the temple for giving what we need. God is having a “Danda” to punish for our wrong deeds and for that we ask for “Kshama” and God is having lots of “materialistic khajana” from which he can give whatever we need. Now for that matter we always try to impress the God with all material stuffs. And no doubt priests take full opportunity to make us fool on this issue, “Higher the price, better the darshan”. I went inside the temple with full faith and sat there for sometime and meditated. After opening my eyes I saw how good priests are bargaining for the desire. So altogether it was not worshiping, it was the dealing of desires. “Ek haath de, dooje haath le”. With a smile on my face I started walking inside the premises and kept on watching people and priests.

            And suddenly I reached to a temple behind the main temple where some old age people were singing some “bhajans” and “aarti”. I liked the way they were playing the instruments and singing. I prefer to spend sometime there, with them I also sung some bhajans till now everything was fine. Suddenly, some sound strike into my ears, sound of people crying. I turned behind moved couple of feet and tried to reach to see what is going on. I reached to the boundary wall of the temple premises and saw a group of people were crying because of death of their beloved one. And just beside that there was a stair which was connecting the temple and the place of cremation area. I stared that stair for couple of minute and I saw that stair was like a connecting link between “Desire” and “No desire”. I mean temple and the cremation area and the height was just 10 feet. 10 feet above where people were busy in begging for desires and trading with god, just 10 feet below nothing exists. No world, No cloths, no perfume, No deo, No car, No home, No beta, No beti and the list is endless noting else matters. Then someone expressed his feeling from behind “Aji marne ke baad aapke ghar wale do din nahi rakhte aapko ghar me”. Sounds funny but true. With all anxiety I left the temple premises immediately and went to a place from where I could see both the scene together. People 10 feet above were looking feverish and greedy. People 10 feet down were looking close to the knowledge of liberation. I spent almost 3 hours over there with absolute silence inside me. Saw 1, 2, 3, 4 cremated bodies and after that I also started enjoying the play of life. And come up with these couple of lines:

“The thing I learned at Pashupatinath temple: Between desire and No desire there is only one thing that is breath...Know Your Breath.”

                                                                        (Effect of facebook: 10 people liked it…lol)