The mind’s eye can perceive a small gesture of kindness before it becomes an invaluable link in one’s struggle against rampaging injustice and prejudice.

Sitting with eyes shut for a stretch of time, getting momentarily into Omid’s shoes, can perhaps help one see the world with greater clarity than, say, would reading a newspaper or watching TV news do. Gramsci’s prison diaries have remained a perennial source of intellectual insights into a troubled world jousting outside the walls of what became for him an oasis of intellectual burgeoning. Some of the best literature has come from the pens of people confined to dimly lit prison cells. It is well known that clarity of thought usually sharpens in the dark, a reason why people close their eyes to concentrate. The most reassuring prospect the mind can see in the new year is the unravelling of the Hindutva plot. His worldview was imprinted in the stoic verbal interaction, which gave just a faint hint that he belonged to the Shia minority group of Muslims, vulnerable and targeted in a puritanical, Sunni-dominated Afghanistan. Omid exuded confidence needed in his job as he negotiated the packed room avoiding furniture and people on the way.

We groped and searched for cutlery, but decided to eat with fingers as a good option given the situation we were in.

Threading his way in the lightless room through a clutter of furniture and people who could be heard munching but not seen, he led us to a table whose shape we have remained uncertain about. Mobile phones were required to be switched off, not even a light-emitting wristwatch was permitted. I remember a smiling Omid taking my hand firmly into his hand and nudging two others to line up behind me to form a train with our arms linked. That’s the way this popular outfit in Canada does brisk business. Omid is a waiter at a restaurant that serves food in pitch-dark rooms. Observing the dark times Indians are fighting against with a blend of grit and determination, I am reminded of the nattily dressed Omid, the blind man from Bamiyan in Afghanistan whose name spells hope.īamiyan is, of course, famous for its ancient Buddha statues and remembered with sadness for their destruction by the Afghan Taliban.

SYMBOLISM sometimes becomes more real than the reality it shadows.

Rays of hope 2019