thinking and feeling aloud on issues personal, universal
Monday, July 30, 2012
FOR HAZEL: Only a man ( or a woman) who has seen love in all its violence can experience it in all its innocence...Those who outlast the a storm know it.
: Radha, Meera or Rukmani... these are all
faces of woman in love, equally lovable....But Sammy Gill I would still rather
be a man than a woman to experience the wonder , the glory and the grandeur of
being in love with a woman....As a man, its my destiny to lift this grandeur to
a level from where it never dips nor loses its glow in boredom and dreariness
of mundane living.To me, life is a great gift; we need
to bring it to a great mood and sustain it there. Fortunately or unfortunately,
I got enough years at my back to be able to proclaim that mine is not a
teenager's flicker of fleeting infatuation but an abiding glow of love. And I
am not even talking about love for A PARTICULAR woman. I am enough of a worn
out, old man and enough of a man of the world to have known that even petty materialistic
pursuits are no excuse for giving up on the grandeur of love. I am not exactly
in my thirteenth year nor unfamiliar with what some call 'the harsh realities
of life. I see no contradiction between my "mundane work and social
duties" on the one hand and the awesome magnificence of love on the other.
I stop here, before taking off into realms of the infinite........
Only a man ( or a woman) who has seen love in all its violence can
experience it in all its innocence...Those who outlast the a storm know it. I
find myself annoyed with myself for pitying those who flaunt little worldly
pebbles as souvenirs of success, allowing their cowardice to steer them away
from the magnificence of storms. They miss the pearls of the deep for the
flotsam they gather to last them through the winter of fear. But what a pity
that those who gather flotsam should be known as realistic achievers and the
pearl gatherers as dreamers and "philosophizers". My mother once
asked me to always display some materialistic flotsam at my door so that my
pearls are not seen as souvenirs of worldly failures ..."Not that it
matters", she said, "but it might help some blind see pearls for
pearls and flotsam for flotsam." ..I passed a few exams and took up a few
jobs in deference to her quiet guidance. "Now that you have them, you will
also know when to cast them away," she had smiled at me once. She did not
dreams and daring were mere "philosphizing"......
I am from Mahilpur, a village in Hoshiarpur District of Punjab in India and famous as the country’s soccer nursery. I graduated from there and did my Masters in English from the Govt. College, Hoshiarpur . Later, I taught English as lecturer at several colleges, including famous Baring Union Christian College, Batala, which was then run by American academicians . I later taught English and journalism at the Punjab Agricultural University, which had an amazingly popular and successful Department of Languages and Journalism. The Department had cradled the literary genius of Professor Mohan Singh and Surjit Patar. While in the University, I wrote extensively in newspapers and magazines on art, literature and social, educational and political issues. Also, some humour of the romantic variety.
In 1985, I was picked as Advisor (the post was then designated as Press Secretary) to the Chief Minister of Punjab. I am curently working with Mr Parkash Singh Badal as Advisor on National Affairs and Media to the Chief Minister, Punjab. This is my fourth tenure to the post, which has been upgraded to the present status.