Roots

Closing in with yet another year of madness, growth, progress and thankfully measurable results for a change, I look back at my roots and see the distance growing. The distance between my roots and I has created a great magnetism between the two, as distance always does.

I see spiritualism, happiness and fulfillment in my roots. I remember my paternal grandparents and the values they imparted to me from when I was very young. I miss them.

What sounded like just another Sindhi song to me a few years back, now seems like a binding force of so many Sindhi families to believe in themselves, their culture and each other in adversity.

Every Sindhi person proclaims, "Jhulelal Bedapaar" but how many of us know the legend of Jhulelal? How many of us know that Jhulelal was only his nickname? His true name was Udaichand.

Whatever it is, I have realised that there comes a calling which takes you to your roots, whether you believe in it right now or not. There is no running away. So heavy is the influence of culture and upbringing that it tags along wherever you are and whatever you wish to be.

I never thought I would say this because I never experienced the belongingness. But now that I do, I am proud to be a Sindhi.

Cheers!