Celebration Of Life
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Last night was a woolgathering moment
Rained in liquor, damped in sweat and soaked in tears of joy,
Adoring the tricolor and waving it higher on the streets
Didn’t care about the traffic, didn’t care about the soiled embroidery shirt
Bounced and leaped, jolted by an earthquake within
Roaring with the nation in joy, tearing out my tonsils
Breaking empty cans and bottles, blasting out the beast that lurked inside
Its a life changing moment
‘The Game’ is the religion
And it is a festival which we pray to celebrate
The nation's victory in the world cup
Ecstatic, enchanted, jubilant in orgasmic glory and charm.
Today, I have a hangover.
The misty morning smells like burnt crackers
The vapors from my morning tea tickling my senses
I peeped through my sticky eyes
To find the broken bottles strewn over the street
The shattered cans and the littered paper cups
A sense of contentment and delight was comforting my thoughts
‘We are the world champions’ and the party is over.
But with every sip of tea I was soaking into another sense of realization
This world where we live, goes on at its pace irrespective of the hiccups.
The auto-rickshaws were crisscrossing the traffic
The maid was busy sweeping the floor
The newspaper vendor has already tugged the paper on our door and today it was all in blue
The milkman was sorting the milk packets
The general store owner was offering his ritualistic morning prayers
A little child was carrying a truckload of books to his tuition class
And the sweeper was meddling with the rag-picker
Scavenging the litters of celebration.
Somehow I realized,
Let's thank them who help in defending normalcy in life
For they are those who help us prepare for another celebration.
If celebration is randomness and chaos
Then normalcy creates a platform for the same.