So the year 2016 is finally over, thus handing over the reins to 2017 to let it unfurl its own flag. Life moves on – come hell or high water. We can never put the brakes on the ever-flying, nonchalant vehicle of time. It has to ply on the road of life regardless of accidents coming its way. All this is a pill – made of nectar or vinegar – which we have to swallow without fuss.
It is but natural that at the very demise of a particular year, we tend to recollect things & events that we have bumped into – in the course of these twelve months. Experiences we undergo – unsurprisingly enough – constitute a blend of nice and terrible stuff. Those experiences which arouse feelings of joy in us we do relish & cherish, while as the ones burdened with load of bitter memories we wish to perish for ever.
Any attempt on my part to talk about the outgoing year by placing it within the matrix of Kashmir – is bound to meet a disastrous failure; for the sheer nakedness of harrowing ordeals that my hapless vale had to grapple with in its last two quarters – is too humungous & horrible to be clothed in under-sized garment of 'naive' words. How can a mere assortment of verbs, nouns, adverbs & adjectives define the anguish of mothers whose beloved children fell prey to bloody bullets which defies description? What about those who got crippled forever – in one way or other by the acidic rain of pellets? Can't go beyond that. Sorry!
On a personal level, the year as usual was laden with shocks and disappointments. As happens to the bulk of human race – only at odd occasions did short-lived beams of joy shine upon me but that too were enshrouded by ominous cloud of sadness in all its ugly terror. But I must admit that I learnt a plenty of lessons from that, after all we mend our ways only when we reap the bitter fruits of our 'noble' follies. Thanks all who hurt my sentiments ever, as it is only because of your unkindness and cruelties that I am on way to the abode of 'sanity'.
To end with – at the risk of sounding a diehard pessimist – I believe that this world is full of agonies & anguishes, fears and frets, dilemmas & delusions, desolation & depression, problems & puzzles, ugliness & untruths, horrors & hurdles, absurdity & asperity; but I also believe that some among us can tackle all this goddamn stuff by rendering it into this & that art – as a cathartic exercise and rest can resort to other methods available to them. If all else fails, go and take refuge in that chief consolation: We are not here for a permanent stay; one day we have to bid adieu to this world, so why care?
PS: I know some may call my above ideas an inane philosophy carrying no weight when it comes to their practical application, but I can't do anything about that. If you have any other remedies, do prescribe. Don't crucify me. If there is so much bad stuff in this world, I am not responsible. Seek the 'culprit' elsewhere. Hope you figure it out whom I call 'culprit'. Bye!!
(Imtiyaz Assad hails from Drussu Pulwama)