Facts n Fiction

Finally the back-to-back cricketing extravaganza is over, I mean the 20-20 championships. No, I did not take any interest in the IPL, neither did I savour ICC T-20 world cup. However, I did watch some cricket last night – only the last few deliveries when Afridi hit a boom-boom six and a four to bring the match tally to run-a-ball. I was quite sure that Pakistan would win the finals and hence channelled away to some other entertainment stuff. A while later when surfing through the channels, I noticed on a news channel that Pakistan had won the ICC T-20 world cup. The triumph was celebrated with much delight, and most importantly the satisfaction was something to watch for. The Pakistan team, the spectators, were in a euphoric mood, especially the fans on street of Pakistan, who had forgotten all evil that had happened and was happening in their country, they had to kiss many frogs before they met the prince – it was such a moment yesterday. I was feeling somewhat happy too at their win

Lately I have been reading about the racial abuse that has been going on in Australia with our Indians. I know you must have been following that news item too. As much as it must have angered you, it enraged me equally; I was completely out of my limits. How can they do this to us? Who do they think they are? A fair skin has no right to claim supremacy over a dark skin, certainly not. Going through news on various channels only annoyed me further. I switched of the television and couched back to clear off those slides from the ridges of my brain. However, the shadows would rarely vanish. I sulked and sank more into those thoughts of racism, hatred, and intolerance. Soon I developed a feeling that it is not only about Australia, but events of hatred happen all over the world, sometimes even we (Indians) do it. Hold on! It is not a blind accusation, I have seen it happen. Before that let us look at some dictionary meanings of the word ‘ racism ’, it means ‘ racial discrimination ’ or 

(Sahir Redij & His First Painting) Look at that! My nephew, Sahir’s first painting (his mother has proudly framed it). Isn’t that great for a two-and-half year old kid? Yes, he might have just filled in the colours in the already sketched octopus, but look at the colour sense, look at the accuracy – very rarely has the colour gone out of the lines, and that’s what makes me flaunt his art here on my blog.