Like a drug, it slowly but surely becomes its home in our blood vessels, and the Yapi culture is here. Regardless of the enthusiasm of firangs detaining their coveted green cards from us, we are very happy and unabashed to grant them permanent residence in our homes, our lives, our thought processes and all other aspects of permanent residency. The penetration of this dye casts a lasting and indelible shadow in the structure of our lives.
The bow and Namaste have long been displaced by perfunctory handshakes and hugs. As early as our memory brought us, the first thing we need to educate our children is Jai Hind and Jai Jai. Light and happy! Goodbye! It was blown away with the floating westerly wind. These are the first attempts of our children in the field of communication.
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Ever since we wrote these ideas on paper, they have been abandoned on the frenetic altar of computers. Yes, letter writing has been and is a skill.. But how to fold the paper, seal the letter with the index finger and spit when no one is watching, stamp paste, post office to post office or mailbox? How about the pleasure of waiting for a reply and receiving it? ...all of these activities are focused on clicking the "Send" button.
I want to know if the weight reduction of the postman is directly proportional to the increase in his heart burden, because his value is low, and he is less warm to the humans used to process mail so far?
The romanticism of the train journey has long been downgraded to the past. Racing trees and lingering landscapes, burning coal, wake up the firewood! firewood! .. sandwich! ...Kapi! All of this fits into the comfort of the air-conditioned area or the whirlwind of a rotary jet engine.
So far, morning or evening walks have a fierce conversation with a person, or at least exchanged greetings with an occasional acquaintance or a hard-working big dad. Thanks... really can't say who... We are now moving towards the rhythm of moving rubber and staring at ourselves in the mirror.
The soothing clip of agarbattis emanating from the corner of a person will pull his conscience somewhere and gently remind him to stay with us. Pour the ghee into the lamp, roll the wick, hit the match, see the radiance condense into a switch, then see... your flame never flickers, a never turn agarbati becomes ash!
No, I am not the torchbearer of the old guard, nor the ancient crusaders. But I think we are weakening our uniqueness. We are killing the bond that unites us. We are sacrificing relationships that are superior to others in us.
We are worried that the tsunami will bring waves and winds, devour humans and engulf our coastline.
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We also need to worry about the winds of change that are eroding our hearts. Yes, we need wind that can sail and reach our destination, but too much wind can make us off track and God bless, even our ship. One day, we may see the map we exist and find that our boundaries have long been changed.
Praying, although the wind is very big, I am in trouble.
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Pray, give me time to stand and stare,
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