The trick is not to arrange a festival; but to find people who can enjoy it. Have we lost our capacity for enjoyment in the seriousness with which we confront life and its difficulties? Isn't enjoyment something that is always going to be ours tomorrow? I think this was the basic idea which first put me on to the train of thought to write something about the last Sunday- a memory worth keeping.
The last Sunday when Krishnan and I woke up, it seemed like an ordinary day, as when we get up and get ready to hurry up for the breakfast and dash to office. I asked Krishnan if he was interested to give me his company to the holy place of Neemach Mata, as usual he nodded. We made a visit to that place and get back to our room and waited for sometime to have lunch. We did not know what was hidden in the bowel of future because if you are not acquainted with a great personality - Kamlesh Kumar (The Jadugar) only then you can think of your plans otherwise if Kamlesh is there you will never know what is going to happen in the next moment.
Krishnan and I came to Transit House and had our lunch, I was feeling tired and wanted to sleep that afternoon but Krishnan was more interested in gossiping and whiling put his time with RK HOD, Vaibhav, Kamlesh, Sunaniana and Deepshikha. Vaibhav led all of us to an intelectual discussion (As he always tries to impose on us) asking that if dreams are colored or in black and white. Kamlesh told all of us that they are colored as he had always seen his princess wearing red saree but I was not able to make any deduction as when ever I dream my princess was not wearing any saree,(she just wears Salwar –Suit, and it is white in clolor). Anyway Sunanyana told that she was going to watch a movie with Hemlata DIDI, as usual Kamlesh made an intrusions to offer his soothing company and I also joined him.Both of us went to Chetak and (Thank God!!) it was NO ENTRY and we were saved …..(This I could realize only after getting back to Transit House).
After reaching Transit House, we were making some plans how we could enjoy that evening. Sing a song, take a walk, have a bath, converse with a friends were the classical advice for heaviness of enjoyment. Seeking a spot where we could hear the rustle of the leaves, feel the wind in our hair – whatever brings release to your over-taut nerves – this was imperative to discover about ourselves and ever more imperative that we do! (Jaisamand was also a proposal….). All of a sudden, Kamlesh was so jovial before anyone could understand; we saw Naveen, Karthikeyan and Gowri there with their car. Everything seemed to be planned when Kamlesh took keys and we four (Krishnan, Vaibhav, Kamlesh and me) went to Ekling Ji. It was a horrible experience because kamlesh drove that car at 140 Km an hour and I was busy in thinking if he gave some more thrust on accelerator we might fly off to watch the glory of life which was lost recently (Just after leaving the Institute).
We were just waving in the car like mercury kept on a plate and praying to God to bless other vehicles to take care of us. We also got to know some subtle philoshphy of life which can take us to heights, like in his swift speed of driving Kamlesh saw a buffallo crossing the road he rang the horn but it was the buffalo to cross the road and leaving Kamlesh pressing the brakes with full might. That illiterate buffallo follows the School of Thought that if you have to do something then just do it and let others to wait and help you to achieve the same. But contararly you do not have to be a Pig, like wise getting in dillema either intentioanlly or unintentionally in crossing the road, and causing an accident in which others are hurt, and it just gets up and making some stretching and shrinking of its body to see whether it is alright (It is always alright in this case…) and just flees away from the eyes of helpless fellow relishing the dust.
We moved a little further, suddnly kamlesh traced a very sharpe curve, it was because of a young chap riding a bike, one idea flashed into my mind that we should recommend his father "Baap se kah do ki hawai jahaj dilwa de …". Finally keeping quite we returned back to Transit House and also nobody commented any thing about the driving of Kamlesh, because every body knew when you cannot escape rape better you enjoy, we enjoyed his driving. As we reached Transit Hosue Deepshikha was making some preparation for dinner, truly speaking that was the cynosure of the day. Formerly, picnic meant a gathering near a tourist palce, an entertainment at which each person contributed some dish to a common table for all to share. But at this time we made a picnic unforseen. When we allow ourselves to enjoy the good things of life, the good things that God has made, the delights of friendship and also of solitude, whatever form our relaxation or enjoyment takes is not so important; but it should be such that we can be drawn out of ourselves; that we can recapture the spirit of play.
The meals were all marked by joy and relaxation blended with some medley of music and songs. Just as there are many types of lovers, there are many kinds of love. Love is inherent in all human cultures. Expressions of love may include the love for a 'soul' or mind, the love of laws and organizations, love for a body, love for nature, love of food, love of money, love for learning, love of power, love of fame, love for the respect of others, etc. Happiness, pleasure or joy is the emotional state of being happy. Happiness differs from joy and glee in degree, if not in kind. To be happy implies a considered viewpoint which lasts longer than the transitory feelings of pleasure which are connoted by joy and glee. Thus happiness is often regarded as priceless. I love to enjoy my holidays like we enjoyed the last Sunday. And finally I would like to say that People shall be called to account for all the permitted pleasures they failed to enjoy.
Script by Dr. Dipankar, United States.
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