The Raging Sea

My journeys from the mountains to the midst of “The Raging Sea”

The journey started 7 years ago. It was a bumpy ride. But the adventure wasn’t one to repent on, for it gave us Modiji as PM for two consecutive terms and some very true friends whom I will always keep in my heart. Nothing would’ve been possible without the help of my friends, they are the best one can have.

Of course, the enemies need a mention. First, the leftists, who did everything, but never reported RW. They didn’t need to, they just had to throw money and others did it for them.

Then, the others who did it for them, just as Jalianwala Baug didn’t have foreign hands to fire at Indians; the hands were of our own. These “The Others” didn’t just stop at reporting, though. They moved on to think they can rule and began aiming endlessly at Modiji. That was when the dirty tricks began.

In the past 4 years, I had many a times wished to discontinue my presence on Twitter, but maintained it due to a moral duty to expose some or the other fake allegation against Modiji showered by our dear “The Others”.

To talk about my joy of yesterday, people who saw me write yesterday knew how insuppressible it was! Well up at least until evening, when I was restricted by Twitter, without giving any reasons for any tweet of mine. What’s more, I am not allowed to reactivate or even log in to my account, which are the activities one is permitted even after s/he is permanently suspended. My suspension is unique, unheard of and hence very disheartening. I probably fall in the category of being given “Hom-Dai” by Twitter or by HRW.

HRW found me committing some deeds which they couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to counter. While I was only stating facts, when have facts only been facts..! They have always been springing into many rivulets and each one leads us to many truths. Perhaps, I had visited many of these rivulets and streams, discovered the ends to which they were flowing and in some cases, had even traveled back to certain extent towards the source of these waters. Yes, these waters run very deep.

My pinned poem speaks about the ocean I’m in –

May the ground that splashes&patters, not hold the steps not be much firm,
For ripples emerge, some deep some not, uncertainty every direction may churn,

Miss I the Sun that lit this place, the rocks that held it high,
I plow this raging sea, a feat that very few may try...

Well, seems the ocean can trouble the courageous, silence the brave, muffle the valorous.

I wish you all a very bright future, filled with joy, adventure and love! With this, I end my note. Perhaps, as I once wrote on my TL –

“My journey changes with the wind I but,

Swim ‘gainst the currents,

There come many a shed and storms but I,

Dream about the forests,

Plush where I once will and will joyfully wander,

Till then against these waters to survive I must endeavor,

With the salty flavor and the stormy favor,

I rise and sink, but I won’t blink, if anything I’ll only turn braver.

Regards, Prisma

When Siya Kakkar Met Sushant Singh Rajput

Sushant Singh Rajput

Fame gives confidence. Popularity is often sought more, over being rich,and rightly so. For many of us, it could be put in a single rhetoric, “What use is all the money if it can’t bring recognition as a reward?”

But they were very famous. Siya Kakkar was only 16 years old, but had 1 million followers on Tiktok and 2 lac followers on Instagram. That’s surely a lot of fame and a rarity at that age! There was no shortage of attention for her. Her videos are famous and all over social media, especially after she has left us.

Sushant Singh Rajput was a confident and highly talented man. His rise in Bollywood was independent. Much has been written about him in the past week, hence I shall not repeat and repost his achievements here. After all, readers must be curious to know what happened When Siya Kakkar Met Sushant Singh Rajput.

They met after leaving us all here, at a place where we shall have to go one day. Excerpts from their three-day long conversation-

Sushant: Hey, I must say I am not glad to see you here!

Siya: Hey Sushant! Neither am I!

Sushant: No one is. Neither at your age, nor at mine, nor at any… It’s been twelve days and people haven’t stopped shedding tears for me yet. What brought you here so early?

Siya: Can you please share your reasons first? You didn’t even leave a note behind! It’ll make me comfortable to share mine. I’m just so scared and anxious.

Sushant: When have notes ever mattered to anyone, that leaving them behind would help me after I left! However, I admit I wasn’t given enough time to write one. Very well, I will begin first, if that helps you share your story.

Siya: Yes please, it will.

Sushant: I, being an achiever during academics, was used to being appreciated. I worked very hard for it, for the few good comments I sometimes received from fans. It’s always desired to receive appreciation from seniors, bosses which in my case were directors. But I hardly ever heard any of those from them.

Siya: Do you mean they didn’t praise your work at all?

Sushant: Initially they did. But as my popularity grew, my directors had more and more visitors from certain families and things were never the same after that. No matter how good I danced or acted after that, I was scolded and reprimanded in front of the crew and junior artists. I had overheard some of the crew say it in their little whispers that they had seen this happening to many artists who had refused to eat beef. A certain community named after the Indus river was not welcomed in the industry with their beliefs being at cross roads with those in power there. Rajput was hurtful to some and I even announced I would drop the word from my name. But they had decided a future for me no matter how hard I tried to be cordial and friendly with them, so here I am.

Siya: But your movies did so well! I loved to see your smile! I cannot see it on your face here anymore.

Sushant: When we exit a place forever, unprepared, we are unable to carry our most important possessions. I am sorry dear, but I see even you haven’t got it with you anymore. Probably, that’s how it works, doesn’t it?

Siya (suddenly conscious of her being): I am trying… I mean, I was trying, but my face seems to have lost it forever. It’s been days since I last smiled, but it feels like it’s been years.

Sushant: Smiles hold a meaning as do tears. Tell me about your reasons now, I have just three more days here after which, I will have to leave.

Siya: Leave? Where will you go?

Sushant: I have choices. I’ll talk about it later, as I’m curious to know about you. Please begin, as I still have a lot to tell you after you are done.

Siya: I was always appreciated since childhood….

Sushant (interrupting): Your childhood wasn’t over yet.

Siya sobs. Wails. Sushant comforts her for what seems like hours before she finally composes herself back. She looks around for water, Sushant tells her she wouldn’t be able to drink it even if he offered it. Her sobs resume and after few more minutes, Sushant speaks.

Sushant: You see, I belonged to a middle class family. We did household work even as kids and we enjoyed it. I would still love to do it. My mother would slap us, scold us and hardly ever appreciate us, but we never felt bad because she had our best interests at heart. Her scolding made us strong, so that I could take constant negativity in the film industry for more than seven years. I miss her slaps and scolding, I miss her so dearly… I wish I could meet her here, but it seems she has already left long before I made it here (sighs).

Siya: I wasn’t scolded or beaten. My parents always praised everything that I did, right from…

Sushant: From when you were infant. Infant is the right word. Use it.

Siya (sobbing but continuing to speak): Yes, since I was an infant. I have hardly known what is scolding. I was never beaten. My parents brought me up with great care and gave me whatever I wanted. My parents have been very loving and kind. I had not known sorrow until the day, few months ago, when I faced it, finally…

Sushant: What did you face, with a celeb-like following on Tiktok and Instagram, at this age?

Siya: Reality.


More excerpts in next part of series of 3

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