Saturday, November 12, 2011
the DAY called EID!
Thick fog with steep cold, sun-rays still not in direct contact with earth-face, even the harder of the hardest could resist the allure a deep sleep pledge, given the blanket-warm conditions! Let it be any special occasion, the person under question will get in to a trembled state of mind when confronted with a situation of getting up and walking in to a bath-room (which barely justifies its “literal” or “built-for” duty) against all adverse provisions. A room built with a person’s body thickness in mind (of builder) Even the filthiest of the bed-bugs could not resist his promised “rest-in-peace” state! While considering his special surrounding (that he is severely alone), even the rockest of rock will get softened, let alone his STRONG BOSS’ crookedness. A year back, this person lost his Eid prayer by untrusting the people-around’s words. How could he! Each moment they mocked him and made it so sure that, he should be insulted, lied with. So when he doubted, what was so wrong happened. Justifiably he doubted their words, though true words come from them infrequently, he disbelieved in all! This person, he; is me. With all efforts against the inertia gathered in the form of comfort provided by blanket, a thrust of fear and confusion-determination pushed me out. With no idea of exact Eid prayer timing, than a lousy word from a “strict acquaintance”, 7am. 6:30am already, swelling crowd outside the masjid, the only way out, is to ask a person from the cult, “When exactly is the Eid prayer?” Pride would get tampered! How could I let that happen? Kept mum; and walked, hands in pockets; direction, towards canteen. The serving boy, in brand-new cloth, was in ecstasy. Smiling for reasons and no-reasons; but I just needed an answer, WHEN IS THE EID PRAYER? The question struck in his heart. Helpless he was, and smiled back with a vague guess of timing no-where in range of what it could have been. The tea was well-sugered; as mattered much from a tea shop. Not a query mitigation opportunity. I sighed for getting discouraged. Sipping tea, walking back to room, made a mind for 6:50am, what so ever be the real timing. Not in vain; the seat was right in front of a door from toilet and ablution place; on a bare floor with water spilled all over, by the people who made frequent in and out. White dress I was in, the doubt of being in clean and tidy seemed completely out-of-worry context. Announcement and reciting from inside masjid, echoed so well that the output on ear-drum resembled of a mixed band-width vocal recipe; understood nothing. “See the neighbor, act accordingly”; was the rule. In between a question popped up in my near-standing chap, “How these people do Eid prayer, seems different from ours?!”, my answer, “God knows, and them!!!” Prayer over, crowd dispersed. Some hugged, some shook their hands; and a minority (me included) ran to room, making others to feel, “this guy is in really busy mode”; only we know how badly we were in pursuit to catch-up with the sleep we actually ditched in between. 7:30 am to 7:30pm; no major developments. Loneliness killed the hero. Mosquitoes mused him and bed bugs did suck the rest. It was a Eid day, I believe. Continued, that, be with person you like more, and like you more, especially for the occasion so special. Well, I am stuck with myself here. Nor have the freedom to choose better. A choice was better, have I had one!
Posted by MUJEEBpatla at 1:32 AM