Students in a catholic school, irrespective of their religion recited christian prayers and sang hymns. The climax of a film depicts the protagonist, an oracle (played by a Christian actor) dances before a Hindu goddess, spits blood on her face and then strikes his forehead with the sacred sword and dies;
These are not events and art that are common today or might ever probably occur in the near future, but happened in a past not so long ago.
We now live in an age hijacked in a brake less bus by a ruthless driver driving down a valley, passing by hoardings of next releases of 'Jihadi John' and list of animals forbidden in our kitchens by each caste and creed, along the way knocking down men and women who vainly tried to slow down the bus.
24 Hours news channels have a field day live-telecasting the deadly drive, and discussing with a predictable panel, if the driver ever had a license and who issued it?
There was a past when life was more precious than deities and scared texts. The evening living room was quieter as Doordarshan murmured in a corner and the world looked forward for a better tomorrow. Those evenings need to revisit our living rooms. For that the bus has to be stopped. Let each tribe let the other to Eat, Pray and Love.
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