Phir bhi Dil hai Hindustani

Last few days have been full of  multiple emotions for all the Indians. The country was surprised and all in wows with the sudden appearance of "Badshah"(king khan) in Met Gala and Sardar ji (Diljit Dosanjh) stealing millions of hearts on the same red carpet after Coachella. Shahrukh on one hand walked with his mesmerizing "Magician look"and on the other hand Dosanjh flaunted his neck piece inspired by the great "Patiala necklace" ! He wanted to wear the original one but Cartier denied for the same but how can punjabis in the house stay without making some noise. So, Sardar ji made his couture shout " oh Punjabi aa gye Met gala, oye",as the cape he wore along with the sherwani bore the map of Punjab along with the Gurmukhi script. Well, by now u must have got as to why I am being so over hyped by his look because "pehli lalkaare naal main mar gayi...".

 But, till my Instagram flooded with Shahrukhs and Dosanjhs and Halloween like Met gala .Our Honourable Mr. Prime Minister surprised us with his another higher echelon strike on Pakistani terrorist camps in the same night. "Operation Sindoor", the revenge for the Pahalgam Attack which shook the nation and took away the pious "Sindoor" of 28 women who went to just make memories in kashmir as a tourist.

I feel so proud to be an Indian but the moment Mr. Prime Minister took that bold and wise step with the help of the indian defence forces , my heart swelled with all the "Desh bhakti" I carried since childhood. Same was with every Indian who were flowing posts and love for the country. It was a week full of war, politics, drama, social media, mock drills,etc making us paranoid. Every morning I woke up and checked my status " kahin aas pas koi missile toh nahi giri ?". Where the army was dealing with Bahamos, Migs, Raffles, and the hero of the show s-400 radar ,we were bombing with our social  media extremes Instargram, Facebook and whatsapp as arms and ammunitions. It felt like 15th August  each day! We all waited for mock drill  blackout the whole day that did not happen actually. MIL'S strict instructions were not to even light a diya outside. I asked the staff to draw the curtains completely not even letting a "HOPE of light " also to enter inside(though it was the only thing we needed then). This ritual was followed  religiously until the govt.  announced the Ceasefire(as if we were residing in Poonch). MIL's major concern as to "how will the cook prepare meals during blackout ?" Just took my heart cut the oxygen in my blood vessels.  I calmed her telling in case of blackout we need to save our lives  then and not cook delicacies. The voice of the news anchor echoed my nest , the lady in the newsroom shouted more than the decibels of noise made by the crowd when Dhoni enters the pitch. The terror and drama spiked as if these were the last days of our lives. The elder one came  up wondering "Exams toh honge hi na Mom?" moved me to another level of trauma. The news reader shouting, younger one dancing like hooligans with all the toys scattered around made my house just like a war front. 

In a whispering voice one morning I asked my husband that should I carry some currency with the photo of "Gandhi ji" (reminding me from where all of this actually started), daily in my pocket in case of emergency? Husband smiled and said "Are aap akele jaan bachengi hum toh sath mein jeene marne ki soch rae hain..!!" This lead  me to the last moment revision of the important chapter in my life "my wedding vows". 

But all is well that ends well, Pakistan made it easier by quitting the show. But, like those naughty children playing  in the societies ,who ring the doorbell of the neighbours and run away to hide. Pakistan broke the Ceasefire and started playing with its Chinese toys again. Well, we leave it(Pak)with a dose of lesson to grow up more and not be mischevious again , thanks to Mr. Prime Minister. 

My house is back to its routine with the only terrorist in the house the youngest one who has captured all the bunkers,corners,toys, books,even the kitchen along with our hearts. Nation is making us proud in other ways too.. Neeraj Chopra grabbing attention in the Doha league breaking the records and a city girl Nancy Tyagi  walking the red carpet in Cannes with her self designed and self stiched attire(appreciable). This takes me to the global recognition news that  recently 37 year old Raj Misra,son of a farmer from Mirzapur ,Uttar Pradesh  has been elected for the chair of Mayor of Wellingborough,England,kuddos to the Indians making history all over.But,this can happen only if we help our kids adapt the environment whatever it is and strive hard for success keeping all the difficulties apart. If a boy from a village can expedite to be a Mayor of a country,then why can't a child perform well even if there was a power cut  in Indore (MP) during the NEET exams. Yes, a girl filled a case of a disturbing situation when there was no electricity during her NEET entrance. She claimed her performance was hampered due to this situation. "Cherry on the cake" and"mutton in my plate"(thats my saying no offence to the vegetarians) that the judge accepted the petition for reexamination at the stake of 21 lakh students who appeared for the same. Seems, like party for those who ACTUALLY wasn't able to perform better(as the questions were tough in physics and chemistry which gave fumes and teary eyes to many ). 

 Well,now coming back to making history...no matter how many historic episodes the education board removes from our history books, but we should never forget what these dynasties gave us to come uptill here. There is a beautiful saying  that"We are not the makers of history.... we are made by history".So, let's  not skip to teach our lill ones about real india ...what it was?how it is now ?and what can we make it for a better tomorrow?..Yes, ok too many interrogative sentences together let's come to the point. Teach them(children) to be not Hindu or Muslim or Sikh or Christian but to be a "Hindustani" because "phir bhi dil hai HINDUSTANI "