Utsab!

There are innumerable connotations of this multifaceted word. I hold on to just one of the many. We are hued in so many colors that in the end, it becomes a tumultuous task to decipher the original. Like Magi, Utsab savors happiness. If you sit to think what is all hue and cry about happiness, one might fall back to consider its just Utsab. When I ponder on my thoughts of last fortnight, I feel nauseated. How many of us do adhere to the fact of incest relation. However, though we deny the unacceptable and the unknown, it doesn’t cease its existence.

There is a heart that smiles at morality, ethics, social constructs, and so forth even sans acknowledgement. No rule, no binding can tame it. It remains untamed. It is wild and ruthless and young as a spring out from the womb of an over bearing mountain. It is just a replica of my words. They fleet and float in wilderness. Utsab too! As they said, there was a time when I was drugged with inertia. I slept through the entire week of Utsab. In the midst of the sound of music, there was a novel Utsab that was gathering its pace inside me. From the other corner of the world, an illusion drenched in Khayyam opened his mouth to pour some ideals in my vessel. What it was? It just came and went, I didn’t even realize until I bagged some wisdom.

The blanket of nausea that had overcast my sky then will be lost in translation. On materializing, I can only say that it tranquilized my nerves. It seemed to me like the dotted lines that were never quite in a mood to reveal fancy.

Now when I sit cupping my chin with a mug of "strong" filter coffee, I find it was necessary for Utsab to come, play its part, act a duel, win and then, silently leave. We can page through innumerable notations after they have penned a "period". And at last, when things end (metaphorically), it leaves a feel good factor. I find they bestowed me with some knowledge and thereby increasing an ounce of corruption in me, yet again!