Bhaji on the beach & Bhajans in the local trains

Day before yesterday or so shiv-sena made all of us Hindus proud by chanting bhajans inside the Mumbai local trains in protest to some god damn rule by railway police. If somebody can’t even express his religious feeling in this country, then how can it be world’s largest democracy?. Moreover, the Indian Railway says that it is National Property – Rashtriya Sampatti and what not.

Muslims can perform Namaz anywhere then why cannot Hindus do the same?. I really wonder why Christians go to church every Sunday and not utilize the vastly available public property that also anyday, including weekdays. And don’t ask about the totally unsocializing nature of Parsis in this country, come on its your religion for god sakes and you have to display it on streets. How come we then say, Hindu Muslim Sikh Isaai Apas Mai Hai Bhai-Bhai. When we dont know about each other religions.

In this busy metropolitan life we don’t have the time to go to our religion , religion has to come to us. See that’s why bhajans in the trains are so important. It will keep in touch with out religion. There are so many different types of people traveling inside the train somebody coming from office, somebody going to office, somebody going to collect the dead body of a relative in the hospital, somebody carrying office tension to home, somebody carrying home tensions to office, somebody day dreaming and somebody crying dry from the soul. Just imagine if there is some bhajan going on won’t it solace and comfort all these people?, tell me, tell me.

And I really like these Bhajan Mandalis they are really the example of Unity in diversity of India. A live example :

(1) Somebody saying arey bhenc**** aaj kaka nathi awya? (In Englis : Oh SisterF****) has uncle not come today. OR AAiJ****** barobar bas ki, majhi g*** dabli ahe. (In Englis : Mother***** sit properly my b*** have squeezed)

(2) Then these party usually begins with so and so God ki jai, apne apne father mother ki jai, apne-apne guruo ki jai and train chalanewale ki jai. See they remember to thank the train driver who has the most thankless job in this world.

(3) Then the singing of bhajans begins in high-pitched melodious voices by some kaka . You will have to appreciate the creativity also, the members come with the photos of gods which are compatible with the local train windows, then they are well equipped with manjiras, garlands and prasad. Some god gifted talented people start beating the compartment patras in such heavy Mumbai trance beats that trilok gurtu and safri brother would die of shame without a single bang. The entire atmosphere turns very holy , peaceful and divine.

(4) Then as the last stop is near the bhajan mandali winds up closing with prasad distribution ceremony and the highlight is everybody takes it and shares with another person next to him. It doesn’t matter if the person his hindu, muslim or whatever, it doesn’t matter if that person has not bathed from 10 days, it doesn’t matter if that persons hand are swetting like shit or has a dash of residue after nose pricking or crotch scratching. Remember Shabana Ajmi had said in one Ad, “Chune Se Disease Nahi Badhati Hai, Isase to pyar bhadhta hai. Disease doesn’t spread by touch, the touch spreads only one thing that’s LOVE.

After the bhajan is over these tired people drink some water. (Thoda sa paani piya yad rab ko kiya, bhook bhi mit gayi aur pyas bhi bhuj gayi). Some shaukin people take out Manikchand, Moolchand, Goa, Shimla, etc (the local tobacco brand and not some stupid use and throw MNC’s Click tobacco pouch) and put these swadeshi delights in their mouth. In between they spit it so that people can learn.
* Stupid tobacco is not tasty, see that red-red watery powder vomit like thing, it goes their stomach.
* If these people wont spit gutka from the window, the lazy department would never clean the train compartments.
* Other indirect advantage can be that people won’t fight for the window seat.

Sometime I get so emotional that wan’t to touch the feets of these people in awe and respect. Lord Shivji is called NeelKanth – BlueThroat ‘cos he held the poison in his throat to save us. These people can be called GutkhaKanths – they hold tobacco in their throats. But the western culture is so heavy on my mind that I am taken aback.

Then these people are in mood to get down and now don’t talk of religion further but in general life, like:
- Aye Bhen**** aa chokri na B*** jo ( in Englis : Oh Sister****** look at that girls b***s)
- Kai Kaka path dukhat ahe ka ? jara shot kami mara. (In Englis : hey uncle your back is paining ? why don’t you screw less in the night)

And other small small things in life.

People don’t be narcissist and disallow people from expressing their feelings.

Freedom of Expression is everybody’s birthright and they shall have it. And whoever tries to stop this will have to KISS MY CHADDHI.

Long live the religion inside the trains.