Let's really make it MERRY Christmas... Santa,,, you're awaited...

You're spared.

This is not going to be a hard hitting blogpost like always before.

"What is Santa Claus?" would be a better question, rather than "Who is/was Santa Claus?", wouldn't you agree???

If we go back to the roots (this won't be a history class, read on), this tradition was started in 4th century by Saint Nicholas in Turkey.

Coming back to our question, "What is Santa Claus?".


Santa Claus is a friend.

Santa Claus is a well wisher.

Santa Claus is a father figure.

Santa Claus is a ray of hope.

Santa Claus is materialization of very small dreams of innocence.

Santa Claus is incarnation of happiness.


Now, "Who is Santa Claus?".

Santa Claus is no angel, or godsent courierboy, the person dressed in red, would be one among us only; the one who loves kids, the one who loves innocence, the one who wants to see the cute faces of kids smiling, the one who loves the purest and unpolluted forms of life, yet to be polluted by the so called "Worldly Wisdom".

Let's celebrate this Christmas differently, more joyously.

Why not making our circle of influence bigger???

Why not include the ones who are always neglected???

Yes, I'm again talking about street children.

Instead of buying new clothes only to your kids, if you stretch or squeeze your budget a little and spend something for kids living in slums, that happiness will be reflected on your kids' face.

Because of a very simple reason.

Kids are yet to be affected by the weird means of this cruel world, they are still innocent and believe in sharing the happiness, something I have been stressing in most of my blogposts.

Just don't read the blog.

Implement it once.

If you have enjoyed reading my blogs, this is the least I am asking in return...

Share your happiness with the less privileged, it will grow exponentially.

This is not just a blog, but a request.

You'll really feel that joy from within, something that even a billion rupees can't buy, and for once your christmas will be really Merry.

Merry Christmas...

Bakrid --- A festival???

With the awareness of the rate of inflow of criticism, I prepare myself to assert again against some cruel custom.

Seventy days after the end of Ramadan (pronounce:Ramazan), i.e. on the tenth day of the month "Dhul Hijja", Eid al-Adha is celebrated. It is claimed to be a festival of sacrifice. A festival to commemorate the sacrifice by Ibrahim (grandfather of wellknown Prophet Mohammed).

Let's check the history.

Ibrahim was living in Palestine with his wife Hajar and son Ismael. It is said that Allah instructed Ibrahim to bring his wife and son to Arabia(The place where Mecca is situated today), leave them in Arabia and go back to Palestine. On learning that Allah sent them to Arabia, Hajar let her husband head back to Palestine with a faith that Allah will take care of them.

A large quantity of food and water exhausted over a period of time and Hajar and Ismael started starving. On Hajar's prayer, Allah obliged them by creating a spring of water near Ismael's foot. It soon turned into a well and Hajar and Ismael could survive by trading the extra water for food and other commodities with the nomads.

Ibrahim came back to Arabia to see his family and surprisingly found them happy.

Allah instructed Ibrahim to devote his most affectionate possession, i.e. his son, Ismael. Ibrahim was about to cut the throat of Ismael and he saw a sheep dead there. Thus his willingness of sacrifice was given due importance and Ismael was gifted with life.

This is where the roots of Bakrid are.

Ibrahim did not cut the throat of sheep. He saw a dead sheep there, but probably the message conceived out of the whole story is, cut the animal, kill it and celebrate.

I am aghast.

How can the very idea be conceived that amputation of innocent poor animal will please any form of god? All religious people would agree to the so called fact that the universe itself is god's creation. Then how can termination of God's creation bring happiness to God? I don't get the whole point.

I was talking to a friend three days back (on the day of Bakrid). He was describing the goats and sheep being slaughtered in his neighbourhood. Some innocent animal is crying and pleading for a breathe of life, how can one even dare to think of celebration???

I may be hurting almost a billion people's sentiments, but I would not refrain from saying that THIS IS INHUMAN, THIS IS CRUEL.

Stop this madness.

This is not even the last way to celebrate.

This calls for mourning and introspection, not celebration.

Think over it.

My vocabulary is too tiny to express the lump in my throat.

I hope, even you feel the same.