Saffron clad thousand of man just walking with bare feet under sky, balancing decorated Kavad (a wooden stick with pot at both ends) on their shoulders. Every second person feet were wrapped in bandage but head high and face delighted. It was breathtaking scenery because I was in Meerut.
Driving courageously (I am a female driver) my car without wearing glasses and in MEERUT. Meerut surpasses all good chefs in their art of indigenous (very desi) culinary but when comes road, it does not even trespasses the standard definition of Good Roads for Transportation (Heil Uttar Pradesh Govt.).
However, the blog is nowhere related to murky politicians and their mindless (mint more) businesses. It’s all about devotional and unique walkathon of Bholey Nath devotees. This walkathon is an auspicious rally organized every year (for technicalities please Google) but this year it was indeed a happening event for me. So I will go back from where I started ….
I was driving courageously my car without wearing glasses in crazy traffic of Meerut. Few meters away from the main four lane intersection of Mall road, I saw swarm of people walking and it was nowhere ending. I drove to the nearest point where mixture of pot bellied city police and lazy traffic police men were busy diverting the erratic traffic (which was surprisingly quite under control).
Pumping hormones of curiosity and watching energizing walk of young and old (but still young) people was enough to send impulse to my feet on brake pedal and I parked my car on the roadside.
I have read many a times that continuous chant of mantra has enormous power and yes, it was evident with the wave of energy carried by these saffron clad men and women. This divine energy has stimulated the stationary people standing on the roadside to chant with them (shows the fan following of Bholey Nath in Meerut).
‘Small’ Meerut city became all more prominent in my life (not buttering my mother – in – law) after got a chance (by chance) to watch this energetic and divine walkathon of Bum Bum Bholey devotees which usually get lost in charming ‘Big’ city Delhi.
Joybrato Dutta writes why the problem with films like Gangs Of Wasseypur isn’t with the script or the language. It’s the same as ‘first impression’. It mostly stays to become the last impression.
Wasseypur, a place unheard of suddenly becomes the most talked about town in the country. A town filled with gangsters and corrupt politicians. Ask the fans and they will vouch for what I just said. But ask the residents and they will deny instantly. It’s the danger with a single story. We believe that’s the only story worth knowing.
American teens do drugs, Chinese teens know martial arts and kids of Uganda become vigilantes. Follow Hollywood movies blindly and you will start believing what I just said.
For a kid who was born and brought up in Bihar I really know what the scenario there is like. No, it’s not what they showed in the movie. I understand if you are disappointed. A few months back during an interview my interviewer was disappointed hearing that I hadn’t used a gun in school. It took me a lot of time to make him believe that every guy in Bihar, Jharkhand and Uttar Pradesh don’t carry guns. The only time I used a gun was when I had to burst balloons in a stall during the Durga Puja Mela.
The problem is, India is a vast place and none of us have seen every corner. So we start assuming things. Assumptions that are fuelled by books, news channels and mostly movies. Kashmir is about shikara rides and bomb blasts, Delhi is about brats and rapists, Mumbai is about celebrities and mafia, Goa is about beaches and drugs and so on. That’s not the complete truth. There is more to every city than captured in a movie.
I am a small town boy and I have seen the fear in my parents’ eyes the moment I told them I wanted to move to a bigger city. Bollywood had instilled fear in their hearts. They thought I would get robbed in Delhi and murdered in Mumbai. But once I moved to a bigger city I understood the dichotomy of the cities. There is no difference. Big town people aren’t richer than the small town people and small town people aren’t more rooted than their big town counterparts. They are all the same.
Filmmakers will create what they feel will entertain us. So you will never see 3 men going for a road trip in Somalia and you won’t find Faisal Khan and Ramadhir Singh fighting for their life in Manali. Good movies are meant to have a long lasting impression but it shouldn’t last long enough to inculcate assumptions.