Meaning - a term used in context of deflating the gravity of any situation; said in providing a false courage giving a sense of comfort
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Words are a weaving of letters which stitch together to form a fabric of our expression and thoughts. Ludwig Wittgenstein, an Austrian philosopher, captures the importance of words and its place in our cosmos.
“The limits of my language means the limits of my world.”
We often speak and consider words as tools of communication. Most of the words do not evoke an emotional response. The mundanity of words in context of our life is a commonplace for most us yet in this very cosmos where our lives our insignificant, few words permanently etch their presence in our memories till the end of our lives. These words are made out of the same letters but carries an all together different meaning for different people. This is the closest thing I can define something to be magical.
If you hear about 10,00,000 students fighting out for 20,000 seats then it must be about Joint Entrance Examination (JEE) which is conducted for admissions to premier engineering colleges in India. It is a dream for any engineering aspirant to get into the league of gods a.k.a Indian Institute of Technology (IIT), gods worshipped and referred to as IITians, but not all of them have the capacity to become gods and some have to settle being demigods a.k.a NITians from National Institute of Technology (NIT). The best way to explain the situation of an NITian is to understand the grief of a man who wanted a sensual and romantic sex but has to settle with an unenthusiastic blowjob or the grief of a woman who wanted to climax but only to be frustrated by prematuring mate or dying vibrators. Not that NITians are not proud of themselves but somewhere down the line in bottom of their hearts, they are aware of the fact that their dick is not the biggest, longest or thickest.
Nonetheless, there is an air of respect for an NITian. In the year of 2013, I started my NIT journey in Surat, Gujarat. The banality of saying college days were the best days of my life never escapes even the most original person. They were indeed the best.
I will not talk about the college days of my life. I will need a book for that. A blog post is incapable of doing justice to all the colorful, sketchy and non-chromatic characters i met in course of my degree but what i will talk about was a weird phenomena which evolved itself into a cult classic sort of. The phenomena I am talking about is "Lite hain".
Honestly speaking, I have no idea where and when it originated. To pinpoint the genius behind this is extremely difficult considering the extent of pervasiveness of the word. My maiden tryst with this phenomena dates back to the beginning of the second semester in 2014. My interaction with the seniors was minimal and whatever "information" I got was from my batch mates. We were innocent sheeps to begin with and turned into howling wolves by the end of it. This is what I call "The De-virginity of Innocence" phenomena.
The first trimester results were almost there. Everyone worked really hard. The first exam of our college life is humorously similar to the first night of the wedding. We all prepare extremely hard for it, learning the tricks of the game, taking advice from the seniors and having sleepless night before the final night. Despite all our efforts, we do fumble, make mistakes and curse ourselves after it. A good result is like the final moan of an orgasm. Some hear it and some don't. People who hear it rejoice and get back to prepare for another bout but those who don't are dejected. They feel an urgent and immediate need to undo the results or travel back in time to do the preparation right. At this point, I hear the words for the first time, "Lite hain. Next Time!". The ability to capture the essence of "Lite hain" is difficult for the uninitiated. You have to live through the lives of us to experience the gushing white aura of the word in face of adversities. Our version of "All is well".
The red thread of fate is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. Often, in Japanese and Korean culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger. According to Chinese legend, the deity in charge of "the red thread" is believed to be Yuè Xià Lǎorén (月下老人), often abbreviated to Yue Lao (月老), the old lunar matchmaker god, who is in charge of marriages.
An ambitious young man who talks to Yue Xia Lao and insists on asking him about who will he marry, thinking that he'll net himself a rich girl. Yue Xia Lao points at a poor-looking little girl who's taking a stroll with an old blind woman in a marketplace, shows him a red thread between the two, and tells the man that he'll marry her someday. Displeased, the man tells a servant to kill the two and then leaves the village. Years later the man, now a promising public officer, marries a beautiful woman from a rich family who is very much the perfect wife for him save for two details: she has a limp and covers her forehead with a silk patch for undisclosed reasons. He asks his wife why and she begins crying, telling him that she is the niece of the family leaders rather than their daughter: her parents died when she was young and she initially lived with her old blind nanny, but one day a madman stabbed her caretaker to death in a local marketplace and wounded her, leaving her scarred and almost crippled. The man realizes that Yue Xia Lao was right, tearfully confesses that he ordered the attack and asks his wife for forgiveness, which she gives to him.
This word is not just combination of letters. It is an invisible string which has bound me to all the wonderful people I am fortunate to have met. This omnipresent string crosses our hearts, seals our bonds and judges a sentence of lifelong companionship.
Lite hain is a war cry of the rising, Lite hain is the invitation to have tea after poor assessment, Lite hain is the core of all goodness, Lite hain is the way of living and Lite hain is the suffix and prefix of free hearts. It is not rigid and molds itself finding a room in the hearts of all those people it has touched. It is a reply to my friends to whom I haven't talked to yet remember and feel them every day of my life without them knowing of it.