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By Kamlesh Tripathi

On a beautiful winter day in Siberia, encouraged by the warm rays of the sun in a clear blue sky, a little sparrow left the security of his nest to fly and frolic in the air, but the 40o below zero temperature quickly overcame the imprudent bird who fell on the ground, frozen, and found himself buried in the snow where he would certainly have died in an instant. But by chance a cow trotted by at that moment, and at the very spot where the sparrow was struggling for his last breath, she dropped a large soft cow-dung on top of the bird. The warmth of this dung-bath resuscitated the moribund sparrow. He was so happy, he raised his head out of the cow-shit and started to twitter joyfully, which drew the attention of a wandering homeless cat who delicately pulled the sparrow out of the shit and devoured him.
By Kamlesh Tripathi

Long time back I had read a story about a small sparrow; that goes as follows:
THE STORY OF THE
SPARROW
On a beautiful winter day in Siberia, encouraged by the warm rays of the sun in a clear blue sky, a little sparrow left the security of his nest to fly and frolic in the air, but the 40o below zero temperature quickly overcame the imprudent bird who fell on the ground, frozen, and found himself buried in the snow where he would certainly have died in an instant. But by chance a cow trotted by at that moment, and at the very spot where the sparrow was struggling for his last breath, she dropped a large soft cow-dung on top of the bird. The warmth of this dung-bath resuscitated the moribund sparrow. He was so happy, he raised his head out of the cow-shit and started to twitter joyfully, which drew the attention of a wandering homeless cat who delicately pulled the sparrow out of the shit and devoured him.
The moral of this story: Your enemy is not necessarily the one
who shits on your head. Your friend, however, is not necessarily the one who
pulls you out of the shit. And besides, one should never twitter when one is
buried in shit.
The recent controversy in FTII in which actor Gajendra
Singh Chauhan got caught up reminded me of the above story, where for no fault
of his, Gajendra is in the cross fire. Can we call it the wrath of Kalchakra?
For Gajendra
too like the little sparrow was perched in his warm nest, quite away from the
limelight doing small roles in movies and television serials, is when the GOI
approached him as the warm rays of Siberia and Gajendra then dared to fly out
of his nest, quite unaware of the Siberian winters—in this case being the sting
of FTII- students.
The new
job like the cow-dung covered Gajendra for a while when the wandering cats of
Bollywood, Social Media, TV-channels and some Political Parties and so also the
students union of FTII, who thought he did not have the tall stature, and
moreover, he had committed the grevious crime of acting as Yudhistir in
Mahabharat, thereby promoting Hinduism was definitely not suitable for the
post. Because, in current day India even talking about Hinduism is considered non-secular
by some.
While the
wandering cats have so far not devoured the so called sparrow—Gajendra, but the
Kalchakra has definitely crushed his film career. For Gajendra Singh
Chauhan will now be known more for his poor stalk in Bollywood than the
hard-work he has put in to make a career in Bollywood. And quite unknowingly
and unintentionally he has antagonised and estranged many bigwigs of Bollywood
and the social media; and has emerged as a full-fledged victim of Kalchakra.
But what was his fault in all of this;
that the electronic media almost stripped him naked as far as his career credentials
went, that people who didn’t know about his average career also know about it
now.
Kalchakra
is not in the business of compensating losses and therefore won’t compensate
Gajendra Singh Chauhan, for having torn apart his career and making him a laughing
stock. I don’t know about GOI how they will view it. But the reality is,
In life you often don’t get into
problems because of your own doings, but it could also be the doing of others
and in this case it was clearly the Kalchakra disguised as GOI.
For in
life you really don’t know what will come and hit you, or who is friend and how
distant is your enemy. But mind you Kalchakra spares no one, not even the wandering
cats.
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