This Thursday I wake up early in the morning. It was 15th of august. Our Independence Day. Since I woke up so early, it was such a lazy morning. The morning came with a hangover of yesteryears.
I came out of my bed and encountered with an image of something. The dawn today was behind me so there was darkness in my room. I couldn't saw that image clearly. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and had a closer look on it. In a few seconds it became clear that that was a human being. But still I couldn't recognise who he or she was. Short hairs over head and a sense of pride over being what he or she is in attitude, reflected that he must be a man. Yes he was a man, just because he was not a woman. God bestowed him with an upper hand over women, Why ?
But still I was not sure who he was and what he was doing in my room. Few more seconds passed by and I tried hard to identify that man. It was dark and he was looking so alien that I stressed my mind with all my understanding and knowledge. Since he was short in stature and some wheatish in skin, I came to conclude that he belongs to my own land of mass or say continent that is Asia. I felt relieved that he was from somewhere around my country. But from where ? What was his nationality ? I scared if he was a citizen of Pakistan or China ? This thought literally caused goose pampering. I could not gather courage to ask him who he was since he was still unknown to me. I was not acknowledged about his intentions.
It frightened me. Alot many thoughts came in my mind. I shuffle them quickly to identify that man. It was very difficult to predict from which Asian country he was. And I guessed by the way he was dressed that he must be a south Asian or more precisely an Indian. My guess was confirmed by his weak body and his utterly innocent, indifferent attitude. A sigh of relief came in. He was my fellow Indian.
But suddenly scenes of some recent communal violence struck to my mind. I thought if he was there to take revenge on behalf of his community. Sweat came in my palms and forehead. I afraid that he gonna kill me. Then I looked at him and find a locket he was wearing with 'Om'. I was happy that he was a Hindu. But still I couldn't recognise him and was unaware of his intentions. A few minutes had gone and I was trying hard to solve this puzzle of identity. He was wearing pants and was not as dark as South Indians. He was a north Indian. I wonder if he belongs to my state or not. I could see hunger in his eyes. He was a poor guy and eyes over the floor. He may be a resident of my state. I could not think about his caste, since it is impossible by his appearance. Traditionally if he was weak, dark, had bones appear more than muscles and illiterate, one can say that the man or woman belongs to a lower caste. Bt the scenario is changing gradually. However this typical identity still stuck to such people.
Well till now I knew so much of that man which appear suddenly in my room that morning. I recognised him so familiar with my self as if he was my neighbour. The sun rises and first light came to my room. I was surprised to find that I was standing in front of a mirror and I was just trying to identify myself for last few minutes.
So many identities we carry in our lives that sometimes it becomes difficult to overcome them. This only makes things complicated as happened with me. We are known with different names but also with our gender, race, nationality, state, caste, community and so on. It makes our society so fragile that a little invocation can cause fear and trouble. It becomes difficult to discriminate between identities. They are necessary but one must not stick to them. Ofcourse that man was me only but above this I am a human and I must see a human being in others also. Lets break this identities. Happy Freedom !
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