July first had been the day of “Delhi Belly”. I hope you guys have enjoyed. I haven’t seen the movie, but can understand the theme as it appears from the promos. Our culture is moving fast with terrific speed. The thin lines of good bad and ugly are fading fast. There is nothing called the “good” or “bad” in this culture, as long as your lust, romance and greed are dipped in your selfish affairs and your soul is satisfied momentarily. Then you jump to next materialistic venture, and next, and next and you consume whole humanity in the name of your entertainment, logic and innocence. This is what they say; the understanding people. I do not agree, Period. This is not easy to dance in steps to be like getting “Sheela Jawan” and “Munni Badnaam”, that’s the way making it an art. Art become culture and we live in it.
We had an occasional gathering at “CC”. We call it “CC” or you may call in “C Square” with a more engineering temperament. So CC is a place near to Jamia where we oldies gather to share good old times. And we have our friend “Jangu Dada” aka Kashif Raza from Navy. So one particular noticeable trait in Jangu is his sense of belongingness in our friend circle. From his tough schedule in merchant navy, whenever he visits Delhi, use to gather most of our friends of Jamia Sr Sec School. We all have some eternal undisclosed bonding, which each of us wanted to relive. Whether it is mysterious look of Tauseef, or peculiar laugh of Chikna (Ahmad Kashif!!!), or the buzzing business of Zahoor. So all different personalities with different flavors trying to exchange the remains of feelings lost over long times.
This is for sure the emotions being genuine but there is something fishy always and I find myself at crossroads of being either vulgar or being friend. Anyway this is my dictionary meaning; however this is also something which keeps me bugging. Usually the talk starts with the light toned pornography like “Aur saale kahan tha,” for sure there is no pornographies in this sentence. It goes to “Teri maa ki, saale … ek phone nahi kar sakta tha”, the friends reciprocate usually “behenchod, phone to utha liya kar …” This is not a fight scene. This is all in friendship. With all smile tenderness and so called “Yaari Dosti”.
So the gathering is getting heated with filthy words, when we get an enlightened voice from a remote corner, “Oye Haramiyon, Madharcodon, Saloan, akele akele party kar rahe ho,” and the croud again reflects “Oye Oye, Behen De Take, Saale Kahan that tu…”. Joy continues.
Often the Indian spicy taste is sometimes pampered with the “Oh Fuck” scenarios. The four letter word has its own significance. With a variety of application in almost all situations. I have seen friends shouting it proudly with dipping their tongue in deep “Shit”. “Oh Shit”, this makes you more modern and keep you apart from the crowds of “desi masala”. I thought this has been limited to male circles however recently I listened one sweet seductive teen shouting “Hey guys, what the fuck is going on …”
From where; it all came. In the back of our mind; is it all this polluted pornography going on the whole time? Our tongue behaves like explaining what? Our emotions. Is it the only way to put our emotions out? … “Kya bhai, lets have fun, we do not mean it…”. Of course we do not mean it, so what is the fun making this filth out of our mouth if we do not mean it? Or we do not think while speaking… may be so.
Let me put the focus to the Muslim friends. Muslims consider themselves to be the chosen one and appointed by Allah Almighty for spreading truth, righteousness and eradicating evils. All the life function of a true Muslim should be focused on being a good responsible human first. Do we stand on our principles?
For the purpose of reminder, we have Sura Al Asr,
1. By the essence of all time 2. Verily, all humankind is in deep loss 3. Except those who believed (in the oneness of Allah) and performed good work and reminded each others of the truth and reminded each others to be patient.
No No, being a Muslim is different, how you are connecting these two different plugs? Ok so you speak this dirty, filthy, exotic spice and with the same tongue you recite Holy Quran in Salaah/Namaaz. Don’t You? Don’t you my friend? Think this is the same tongue. Will you prefer your Quran to be in line with a “Shit”, or the “Fucking” parts of speech you talk about? Definitely not. We have done demonstrations, just because someone burnt the Quran, or made Cartoons of our beloved Prophet (pbuh). Are we sensible enough?
Control your tongue. Mind your mind. This is a habit. Answering the three simple questions in grave is not easy. Will we greet the questioning angels with the four letter word F**K or the exotic selection of Indian Masala. Remember, these languages have been developed down under the gutters of Satan’s abode. Salman Rushdie has won a booker using these languages. Do not disguise yourself. Live in the present moment. Control your tongue, and see what change it brings to You and Yourself