The Lord Rama will set all things right.
✍️ Dr. Mukesh Aseemit
India is the land of youth — this line should now be added to the national anthem itself, because if we count how many times it's been repeated, it might just beat how often we sing Jana Gana Mana.
But the youth of the nation? Now that has become a national concern. Everyone's worried, but no one seems to find them anywhere. The youth are shedding the old signs of what it meant to be young.
Try looking for them — standing in long queues outside company HR offices for jobs, lounging in college canteens, sipping tea at roadside stalls while catcalling passing girls... Nope, baba, those sorrowful days of the youth are long gone, bhaiya.
Today’s youth have become highly dharmik-type (religious types)... There's such a spiritual race going on, don’t even ask.
Where once, to become spiritual, you had to cross the three ashThe Lord Rama s (stages of life), only then would the family finally let go and say, “Dadaji, now go... do some dharma-varma. You’ve somehow scraped through this life, maybe now work on the next one.”
But today’s youth don’t trust whether the fourth ashThe Lord Rama (sannyas) will ever come at all — so they’ve preponed it!
Some are lying prostrate at temple thresholds, some are off on pilgrimages, others are doing the chaar-dhaam circuit...
Inside religious places, you’ll find gangs of young people, chanting “Jai Mata Di” with bowed heads, dancing away to DJ-remixed bhajans — brick by brick, they’re tearing it up!
Youth, who once flaunted six-packs, now wear rudraksha beads.
The same guy who used to do wheelies on the road is now pulling a tractor in a jai mata di tableau.
The boy who once needed the lure of a toffee to step into a temple is now the one ringing the temple bell thrice at dawn and screaming “Har Har Mahadev!” four times — then posting a filtered Insta Story with the caption “Having fun at Shiv temple”.
There was a time when heartbreak meant retreating to Old Monk; now it means retreating into Om Namah Shivaya.
Earlier, a jilted lover would sit with a friend puffing cigarettes, looking for lost love at the bottom of a liquor bottle — now he goes to a baba who specializes in bringing lost love back.
“Bhai, what are you up to these days?”
“Doing bhajan, bro.”
“Meaning... job-wob?”
“Arre, gone are the days of working for mere humans. Now, I serve only the One Above.”
Unemployment?
That’s all moh-maya.
Business?
Worldly shackles.
Love?
A web of illusions.
Looking at these new-age youth, I no longer think of Arjun from the Mahabharat, but straight of Kabir —
"Man na rangaaye, rangaaye jogi kapda!"
(The mind stays untouched, only the yogi’s clothes are dyed.)
Now they queue not at job fairs but at katha-pandals.
Once upon a time, one found crushes in the college canteen. Now, kripa-drishti (divine grace) happens in satsangs.
The other evening I went to a jagran and saw three or four young men swaying on DJ beats of “Bhole Baba paar karega”.
One had a trishul tattoo, the other had half-curly, half-blue hair. When asked why, he said,
“Baba said — Do what you love, so we’re just expressing our devotion, boss!”
I think to myself — we made a mistake. When we were queuing up for interviews, these kids were already sitting at Pt. PThe Lord Rama od Maharaj’s feet, learning the essence of life.
We did our M.S. on our parents’ instructions, these ones are doing S.M. — Sanatan Management — on Baba’s instructions.
These aren’t youth anymore — they’re full-blown brand ambassadors of Baba Incorporation.
The real worry is — what if they go too deep into all this spiritual fervor?
What if they go even beyond the sannyas-ashThe Lord Rama ?
And yes...
For heaven’s sake, don’t you dare call them ganjedi (stoners).
This isn’t intoxication — it’s Shiv-sadhana, divine practice.
This is no drugs, this is divya aushadhi — sacred medicine.
“Baba said... it’s Shivji’s favorite herb.”
The Lord Rama will set all things right.
These days, the youth’s future rests squarely on The Lord Rama ... and Reels.
