Divisions...

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In a world, big and huge...

Where are the similarities...?

I am from Asia and 'you' are from America...Division!

I leave that discussin and come back to Asia...I look around, we are all Asians.

But i am from South Asia and 'you' are from the West. I chuck the debate and reach South Asia.

I breathe in ...feel good, We are all South Asians. We are one...NO

I am from India and 'you' are from Pakistan. We argue and we fight.

I leave the debate and reach India, my motherland, my nation, my heart!
Phew...no more divisions...We are all Indians...

But no, I am a South Indian and 'you' are a North Indian
I am a West Indian and 'you' are from the East, or from the North East.

I leave this debate too and come to Gujarat, where I am presently staying...All Gujjus? NO!

I am a Kathiwadi, you are from Saurashtra..Hindu-Muslim... Parsi-Sindhi...

Too much!

I enter the NID gate and feel relieved...

All NIDians. Great...
But not really!

I am from A-hostel, 'you'are from B hostel. I am from FVC, 'you' are from Textiles...


I am dark, 'you' are fair, I recite the Hanuman chalisa and 'you' offer Namaz!

Who am 'I'? Who are 'YOU"?

There are differences... many infact, which is natural... There has to be divisions and partitions...


But when I ask 'YOU" ... "Deep inside, are we actually different? Are we divided?"

'You' think, ponder upon it, breathe in...and say "NO!"

'I' am 'you' and 'you' are 'I'...

Comments

Shweta said…
how thoughtful... and deep...... u are i.. and i are u....
September 27, 2009 at 1:02 PM
apoorva said…
interesting read...its another genre of poetry where words dont rhyme but thoughts do (if you know what i mean)

sharing a perspective: knowing that you are different is not wrong ,till you relish this difference and appreciate the learning that comes with everything thats not 'you'. the key, i think, is not to think too much :)
October 8, 2009 at 6:13 PM
K Harish Singh said…
thanks Apoorva...You're right...That's what, we think too much about a lot of things-'where r u from? what's ur surname?'
It's an easy ife and a simple world. We complicate... At the end it's just that 'I' or that one @you'... n nothin else!

Cheers...
October 9, 2009 at 3:44 PM
Anoop Sathyan said…
Nice thought man :)
just think about 'multiplication' as well. we often see that tooo :)
November 10, 2009 at 6:07 AM
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