The Chattering Teeth

Winters in Delhi are bone chilling. Even a hot bolywood song exist to give weightage to this fact. Not because they are cold but because of the almost 50 degree tempertaure difference between summers and winters. People shiver and even start wearing sleepers in thir houses which they usually don’t. efforts are made to prepare for a fire I hope of some relief. It’s the human tendency to always search means to adjust with the situation.

Hiding in the blanket for the longest duration is everyone’s desire. We even warm the inner self-created tropical igloos with our own breadth. We forget our requiremnt of fresh oxygen and contract ourselves in our mini abodes. Lying  as a tortoise in our shells even give us backaches,  but cold is the foremost thing to deal with.

Waking up with bed-tea as a welcome is the best thing one wants to start his day with. But the sight of helpless children leaving for school chills the spine. They are the warriors of winters as they brave the morning’s beautiful sleep as well as the freezing cold. Hats off to them.

But who would listen to the plight of women washing utensils and clothes in the unsensitive water. They are household chores and cannot be avoided. Salute to them. But they have always been the fighters. Who says they are weak? 

India brings with it the custom of lord worship for the majority population of Hindus. Though how cold it is, people bath everyday to make themselves eligible for the lord worship. Children may be excused but not the adults. Whatever are the temperatures but this task is never kept aside. The Mahakumbh mela in haridwar can provide such examples in figures of lakhs.

God is the only one left to listen to the plight of the road dwellers or the poorest of the poor. But what can he do more than giving the surest security from winters : freedom from the deprived life. Winters is for providing tourists the long desired pleasure of snowfall but for the deprived; it’s a large step closure to the more worse qualities of poverty and suffering. Animals too fall in the scond category with only God to their rescue.

Somewhere the Sun is giving light and warmth and somewhere, its giving sunburns; these are the games of destinies of life on earth..