Tuesday, 29 July 2014

A Hike Chat with Lord Krishna

A Hike Conversation with Lord Krishna:
I dozed off all the morning. After having loud Sunday brunch, I opened Hike app on my Smartphone to check messages of my buddies. And suddenly I spotted a message from an unknown number saying “Hello”. I love to chat with complete strangers. So I replied in no time saying “Hi.” The person with a Krishna profile picture answered soon. Here is our conversation.
-Good morning. Have a nice day.
-Do I know you?
-You do. But you can’t recognize me!
-How do I recognize you? You put a Lord Krishna image as your profile picture.
-I am Lord Krishna, no one else.
-Haha, nice joke!!
-I am not joking.
Saying these, he sent me two Krishna stickers. I felt surprised watching the Krishna stickers; as far I know ‘hike’ messenger app doesn’t have such smileys or stickers.
-Oh God! Where did you find them?
-I created ‘em, for you.
-Oh really? Can you give me another prove?
-Of course.
Sending me this message he suddenly turned all his sent messages into Sanskrit. I am struck dumb. What is he doing? Is he real Krishna??
-Oh, now I turn them into English again, I can’t read Sanskrit.
Promptly he turned the words into English and I sighed in relief. Lord Krishna is using ‘Hike.’
-So, why are you on “hike” ? There are more popular apps like Whatsapp, wechat, telegram….
-I didn’t expect you to ask this question. Did you see the color of “hike” ? It’s celestial blue, just like me.
-OMG!! That’s why you’re using “hike.”
-Yeah.
-You prefer blue over other colors?
-I do. Blue means tranquility, eternity, calmness, commitment.
-Wow. You are so confident about this color.
-Look, blue signifies calmness which is very rare today. The world is crazy, people are crazy, boys and girls are freaks.
-Don’t blame our generation; our generation has animated you, made cartoons, animations, graphic novels on you. Our forefathers and foremothers only worshipped you, never tried to make you a cult figure, which everyone can see and understand.
-My appeal is eternal, boy; the forms varied from age to age. Earlier men & women would love to love me or worship me; now you people love to make animations on me…in future people would love to think me a ‘totem’ and research on me. Your generation makes lord Krishna tattoo on body, the next generation would invent Krishna beads and wear me on stylish wristbands.
-Lord Krishna beads?
-Why not? There are smiley beads, hello kitty beads…so there will be Krishna beads too…tiny bead depicted with Balgopal.
-Hmmm, you’re wise, man.
-Hahahaha.
-But you can’t say you don’t love being nurtured or pampered this day.
-Who isn’t tempted to be pampered or loved??
-You too??
-Yes, me too, I am not different.
-Oh, you’re the God of love. What’s your view on today’s love life?
-Love is very flaky, freaky…only none understands that.
-I can’t expect it from you; you’re supposed to say an epic on love. How could you say, Love is very flaky??
-I am saying the truth, son. Love means mansion and slum at the same time, it’s black and white, sick and sane, beauty and ugly, rain and sun altogether. Love loves to make you hurt and it hurts itself too.
-Real love is rare today.
-It always was. Love was, is and always will be a bitch. Every person is a born polygamist, both men and women. It’s very hard for a bird to live on the same nest, on the same tree years after years.
-What are you saying my lord? Are you going to ruin every relationship in this world?
-I don’t ruin relationships, it ruins itself. People are really cowards; they can’t amass courage to go away from the society or properly live inside it, abiding by the rules. They belong to nowhere, really!
-You are a great preserver. Why can’t you fix the broken trusts, relationships or broken minds?
-Who am I to do these, boy? Things fix themselves, they get healed, they don’t really need anyone to cure or fix…
-Then why do we worship you?
-To pamper me.
-Now, you are being flaky, like us.
-Hahahaha.
-Don’t laugh. What’s your view on LGBT community? You accept homosexuality or reject it?
-I am bound to accept the nature. It’s very natural. Boys can hold hands, girls can kiss each other. Once Shiva mingled himself with Agnidev. Shiva and Parvati are always unified. Not only homosexuals, I accept every form of love and sex, as long as it is not forced.
-Your words would make people mad.
-I don’t care. You have to accept the reality. You don’t have to be a saint nor a sinner.
-Isn’t it an easy road? If we all keep calm, be normal as possible, it will be easy for you to be a perfect preserver.
-Exactly the opposite.
-How?
-I don’t want to set the world in war; I don’t want people to be warriors.
-I can’t understand.
-I am already late, bye now.
He went offline quickly. I sat on my couch like a wooden doll. What just happened to me? Did I wake up from sleep now?


 War has stolen my children,
War snatched my sweetest things, god’s given;
War robbed my children from being ‘hidden’
War demolished my tiniest hope,
War has made me a body without soul.
I’ve seen bullets killing my children,
I’ve heard babies cry,
It maims my soul the way babies die;
I have nowhere to fly.
War didn’t spare a single child,
Bombs fell on smiling babies,
Weapons snatched our babies from cradle,
Ignominious war sent them to grave.
I’ve seen atrocious appearance of war,
To raise my voice I dare,
I am solo face on crowd
You can’t kill us blasting bombs loud,
I will finally hold revenge’s sword,
I want to listen my baby’s shout.
Where are my bubbly chirpy children?
When shall this war end?
When will the toys get back their owner?
When shall they again play with dolls?
War has taken over one million children,
War has made moms bed-ridden,
War has turned off the way of life,
War owed everything to malice.
Why did war kill Zelena’s new born?
Why did it take away 5 yrs old Adnaan?
Regina’s little head struck by splinter
My heart is dead like cold winter.
I play with soft toys of my children,
I weep over their lost childhood
I kiss their tiny fur shoes,
I wash their colorful clothes
To lessen my woes!!
I shake Sana’s round rattle,
I count days of battle
My lips get chapped,
My tears get dried,
But I never stop waiting,
For my little children to return,
War can’t rob our children,
It just robs the future citizens!!