In the city of lights
May it all be peaceful.
25th December.
A day of many an important events.
A day a jalsa is planned. Jalsa in the city of lights. A city filled with all ethinicities. A city with Sindhis, Pathans, Balochis, Muhajirs, Panjabis…. They all live together in harmony and the leaders make them lock horns as and when they require. The rich getting richer, the poor poorer. On one end there are those without the basic necessities of life and on the other the other divide living a lavish life. But for how long. Things wont correct on their own or would they. One simple rule. Correct yourself. Be honest. Remind yourself that there is someone watching. There constantly is. How will we answer. What will we answer. The explanation will be lame. There will be no turning back from then on. What’s done would be done. No replays no undos.
The Jalsa
And then when a Jalsa is arranged in the city of lights people like myself get worried. May it all be peaceful. Who wins at the end doesn’t really matter as long as there is peace. I wasn’t in the country when the first jalsa was arranged in Lahore. I saw a newspaper clipping and was amazed at the turn out. So it was today. We preferred to watch the proceedings via television. The sea of people was tremendous. Flags, anthems, songs. It was great entertainment. For once, I was impressed.
