THIS IS AN ODE TO MY FRIEND…
TO THE SONG OF MY LIFE… “GEET’

U STAY STRONG… WHEN I JUST LONG….
U JUST UNDERSTAND … WHEN I DON’T EVEN SAY….
U HOLD ME… WHEN EVEN I AM UNAWARE THAT I’LL FALL…
U MAKE ME SMILE.. WHEN I AM NUMB….
U HAVE GIVEN ME LOVE… U HAVE GIVEN ME LIFE… U HAVE GIVEN ME HIM…
U DON’T EVEN EXPRESS JUST MAKE THINGS HAPPEN FOR ME….
I NEVER NEED TO SAY AND U JUST DO IT FOR ME…..
HOW CAN I EXPRESS MY THANKS.. OOPS! MY GRATITUDE TO THE GOD…
AS HE BLESSED ME WITH “ THE SONG OF MY LIFE …. GEET”

EVERYONE INCLUDING ME JUSTS BOASTS… AND U DO THINGS…
WE THROUGH TANTRUMS AND U SILENTLY WORK….
AND WE TAKE CREDITS YOU JUST SMILE….
OH! NOW I WILL JUST STOP.. AS MY TEARS ARE FLOWING…
THANK YOU SO MUCH…..
GOD BLESS!!!
U SMILE AND MAKE MY LIFE BEAUTIFUL…
AND TOUCH WOOD MAKE IT WORTH LIVING!!!

LOVE … PARUL

silence.....

when words don speak .....
silence does...
when eyes don talk....
silence talks...
when heart beats are not heard....
silence listens....
when emotions are ignored...
silence values...

the entire nature is in love with silence....
the beautiful mountains, covering their beauty with snow in love with the sky...
just gaze.. and silence...

the tress feel bliss as the they feel the breeze...
wind passes and leaves fall but in silence....

water flows and travels through miles...
rustling the rocks on the way....
the water flows with a serene silence...

we all love and express it too...'
but what is immortal is the unexpressed silence....
which has volumes of words... yet is the hidden love in silence..........

I lost my diary…..
The diary which had my daily existence notes….
My every day feelings… schedules…fights….tears
My everything... it was a collection of my days chores!
Now its all so empty, where should I write ?
I want the same diary,,,, perhaps???/
When I am happy my diary needs to bear a little less,
As I just used to write what I felt , ecstasy and then ended by thanking the ALMIGHTY!
But, when I am sad, it’s my best place to crib… to pen down my pent up……
Feeling so incomplete without it….
Spl. Today when I had loads to crib….
And cry about…
Wish I find it back!!!!
AND IT HAD MY PART 3 OF ALLAH KA BANDA…AN SEPT 1 ENTRY…….
PRAY I FIND IT BACK…

forever together...

as i am walking along the highs and lows of this overtly busy city.....

i get stopped by sudden stream of thoughts that rush thru my mind and heart...

as the traffic , flats and everything seem to fade in the silent glow of memories ,,,,,

i have finally understood what is friendship...

i have what people say friends..\

from the oceans of strange people i had found a pearl whom i met a year ago....

who has acted as a guidance and his shining light has always hovered on me..

he makes me laugh, makes me smile.. has made me know whats life....

another my star in the sky of many rushes i met this person,,,,

silent, sutle, spirited ...

we were strangers but never felt it so...

now its like a three layered ice cream...

all sweetness and i add the crunchyness ;-)

may be am not able to b the bestest of frnd to u people...

but my deepest corner of heart knows...'

my eyes filled with tears ,.....

my soul still thanking god..

for the blissful foreverness u two have given me...

hold me, wen i fall...

catch my tear, wen i cry...

and remember me, wen i die

This is just about a moment,,, or may be just a few seconds..
Where the moment stopped…
Heart skipped a beat…
Sun refused to rise…
And moon to shine…

When you are in love… world seem to be fragrant.. With new colors…
Filling you up in their warmth….
Every morning it greets you to its new beautiful layers…….
Blissful or blessed… whatever word u wanna use all seem apt…
Eternity..….
Covered in his arms…
Protected in his shell….
Filled with his love…
Or I should say……. He completes me and my world… my life…….
………………………………….
Sometimes he is a critique, sometimes a friend..
Sometimes he scolds me likes a father , sometimes he loves me like mom..
Sometimes he makes me cry……..
But….
Every time makes me smile…
Sometimes he gets angry like a kid, but every time then he loves me like his princess…
…………………………………………
my dreamland….. or with him I m just too too far from the harsh realities of the world…
never felt he will ever go away…
thought I’ll always be enclosed in his arms…
and at that moment….
When I suddenly realized he had to go….
An opportunity or I should say million in one opportunity …..to the same million in one person………
A moment of ecstasy … an aura of joy…
But I was going numb.. was I shivering??
Yes I was…
Streaks of sweat…. Washed my face…..
Drops of water … mixed with tears….sliding from my neck…
I wanted him to hold me, embrace me..and say “I m here”
………………………………………
All this in the interval of the second message….
………………………….
When a beep came…. And it said…..
“I said no”……………………………
was this I wanted to hear??? ………
dunno…………………..
………..was happy though, but sad too…
.
just realized love is not about being together always,,, but the blissfull feeling of togetherness
to stay with us… which stays forever…
Transcending all miles….our eternal love will always be hidden in the smallest yet deepest part of our hearts….

REMEMBERING MOMENTS
A TRUE SIR JI “FAISAL SIR”

WELL, finally the third sem has begun and we have become seniors ufff….
There is a new fragrance , a new aura in the air.
After a long break everyone’s back with a bang!
Oh! God I really missed every single soul… everyone’s back after their exuberant two and a half months!
Everyone’s a different individual and so I missed their small, yet striking gestures! All the things we did. (Visiting police stations too)
We are an amalgamation of thousands of activities from theatre to dance to debates all in one batch!
Or rather a batch of BRATS! Right Sir?

But,
There is someone who is missing?????
yes ji

A SIR ….
Or no A FRIEND?
A GUIDE?
A MENTOR?A TRUE SUPPORT?OR A BUDDY?

Hmmm ….. he is actually a sir, a teacher, a guiding light, a mentor, a support system, but above all the BESTEST BUDDY!

This is our “Faisal sir”
The only sad plight is that he is not teaching us this year… L
And we never got the opportunity to thank him and show our gratitude towards him!
In the hustle bustle of the tiring college life, sir used to bring a zest in the mundane routine, or I should say his 24*7 sparkling smile.
IT classes were fun filled learning but more than that the support he provided to each one of us….
Anyone can jump up to him with anything , any problem and with all compassion he makes your strive actually vanish.
Failure or successes, it’s so easy to share with him, he will be your greatest support when you succumb to a failure and the most happy for your achievement,
According to an old saying, a mother can feel every pulse and beat of her child…
I would say sir used to feel every pulse and beat of us..
After just coming from a cocoon and shelter of school life, feels too “big” in college but it was only Faisal Sir who pampered us and yes real sense, spoon fed us.
He was there for every thing we faced, the lectures by Kamayani Mam or be it the laughing riot session of Danish Sir, which are just a few to mention!

Although this year God has been a liltle harsh on us , or else we are not fortunate enough to get you as our Prof…..
But still whatever time we had it would the most memorable phase and period of our lives, and we will treasure it forever, and most importantly you reside in each one of us , we might not share things with each other but can burst our hearts in front of you!be it advice, or help or grief or just to feel happy “( sir’s patent he he) we will always bug you!
But deep inside our hearts ,,,,,………
WE MISS YOU SIR
WE OWE A LOT TO YOU…

……………..
From
One of your brats!!!!!
hope to get your comment on this one sir?????? ;-)

ARE WE "INDIANS?"

The valley is in bloodshed again. A mere issue, of giving 100 acres of forest land to Amarnath board to build facilities for amaranth pilgrims, and see what shape has it taken.

One of the reasons behind the controversy is the government policy of bringing religious bodies under the state's control. The Governor heads the Hindu shrine boards and the chief minister heads the Muslim Wakfs.Now the state is polarized, as the discourse has become an issue of Kashmiris vs non-Kashmiris and Hindus vs. Muslim.Again this religious turmoil is ready to hamper our nation. With the BJP planning to call for a nation wide “bandh” people are getting captivated by this so called “hindu-muslim” issue.

Why do we fail to understand that whether “BJP” or the “PDP” has fomented this trouble with elections in mind!

But, what is all this leading to?
Horrid protests in the state and yet again killing of innocent people.

……………………………………………………………….

Strangely, this is not what I want to write about!
What actually pricked me, was the seen of protesters in the valley with pakistan’s flag and then the array of ‘texts’ which I have received from my “near and dear ones’”
Hindus should stop tolerating all the Haj terminals at air ports and all the subsidies … “but” y do we forget that the shrine itself was found by a “muslim guy” and every year it’s his family the first ONE to visit the shrine!
Moreover, every year one tenth of the total money collected is given to his family! The “workers” of the various parties, their protests and ‘texts’ are tools for their political gimmick.
As individuals we don’t want this, but all OUR political parties and separatists can go up to any limit to deepen this line of divide.
We need to respect each other’s religion and integrity. Why every time do we become mere puppets in the hands of our hard liners?

There are some answers I’ll never get perhaps! Our nation boasts of “unity in diversity” and treasures the various cultures, then why all this havoc in the country?Why still can’t we accept Hindu-Muslim alliances?


Perhaps because for us our religion identity matters to us more than just being “INDIANS” and so we face this every time. A petty issue becomes this grave! It’s so bloody easy for anyone to divide us.
The land transfer faced Initial resistance due to environmental concerns, but see what shape has it taken today?

I think we should stop the practice of the daily “pledge” of our schools!
INDIA IS MY COUNTRY. ALL INDIANS ARE MY BOTHERS AND SISTERS.
Do we actually mean we are INDIANS? Or are we HINDUS, MUSLIMS, CHRISTIANS, SIKHS… AND NOW EVEN “MAHARASHTRIANS”, BENGALI’S, AND KASHMIRI’S????

WISH ONE DAY ALL THE CITIZENS IN OUR NATIONS WILL CALL THEMSELVES “PROUD INDIANS.”


INFORMATION SOURCE- PROF.FAISAL HAQ
(D.U)

My first kiss…..

How can one feel a feeling, when a person is actually numb……..

First things in life are always memorable…
The first breath you take when you are born….
The first smile of a mother after she feels the first pulse of her child….
The first letter you utter…..
The first word you speak…
The first step you take….
The first tear you shed…
The first achievement you make….
The first failure you succumb…
The first compliment you get….
The first flower you get….
The first crush you have…..
And ……..
The first love …….
The first kiss……..

Can you pen it down.....?
Perhaps no,
……………………..
My first love, unexpected … enigmatic… but my most treasured possession…..
And so is my “first kiss”
Don’t know but fingers have stopped writing, as I think I have started missing him…
Missing the moment…. A moment when the world stopped,
When the life stopped its rhythm…..
When my heart lost its beat…
Soul lost its sense of being…..
Eyes had his sight,
Breath had his fragrance,
And lips had his warmth,

My eyes were closed but yet I could see the world…
My world which slowly slowly had reduced to him….
Or oops to thy “kiss”

Although bad at it, I felt the most beautiful feeling,
A feeling of being his, a feeling of being in ‘love’

I think the silence said volumes, which our words also never could explain….

A silence which I think I’ll always long for,

As distance makes me far from him, but this gift of silence which he gave me…
Makes me live that moment, live my life …. With every passing second of the day……

muah.... hope i made you all refresh your memories...
now, wish i have mine toooo........

ma....

an immortal part of everyone's life.. ma, mom, mother, ammi.

as said if there is God on earth then he has disguised himself in the form of her.

we call our very own mother land - BHARAT MA , for bearing so much of pain yet smilingly bestowing its children with love. from the ancient mythological days we have seen her as an goddess, a selfless protagonist! playing all her parts without thinking about herself even for a wink.

in the modern times, we saw the concept of "sati" again showing her fore bearance of being "thy mortal."

but as this "mothers day" went by this thought stuck me....

dont treat her as someone great but just treat her as an human who is capable of making mistakes, who is bound to have flaws but yet her love is unconditional for everyone... "ma tughe salaam"

Allah ka Banda…….

Contd……

“A diary entry”

Finally the dawn has actually transformed to a horizon and I am here to kick start my blog again…….

But, this time everyone will witness a “change”,

No poem, no prose writing. No striving for ‘good word’ or perhaps the so called ‘good with words’ phenomenon just a pen down of feelings..

This time it’s the reincarnation of “my Allah ka Banda” interestingly to a “human existence”

Hopefully at least this should have a direct dil se effect!

So, how does it feel when u burst ur heart out….. ur feelings…ur soul…. Ur emotions….

And the answer u get “areey, you r gd wid words.”

After posting the last blog, I was too elated; perhaps I thought it was the best thing which I could have ever written!

Bt din knew it will be treated just as a good write-up and nothing else….

Y did it fail to showcase my chastity of feelings….?

Hence, here I am bare foot in search of a “mirage” because as per ****** all my blogs are just illusion, so I dun search for an oasis but a mirage!

Reincarnation of ‘thy Banda’ in a human mortal soul, who fortunately forms an immortal part of my life.

Nobody. Can ever imagine., how does it feel to get an ‘unexpected gift?’

He is a human, yet so divine

He is my support, yet so supreme

He is my entity, yet such a distant dream.

This blog is my gift to myself on my “19^th b day” and heartfelt thanks to the ALMIGHTY.

I have always been a very chirpy, bubbly, adamant and a fantasy driven person…

And this valentines I was dreaming as everyone else was (a prince riding a white horse…. Uff this srk effect…’baazigar’)

But…. I got a very different dream…

I saw a very bright lightening from the sun and its rays falling deep to the sea, forcing me to close my eyes…and after that flash effect when I opened my eyes I saw an oyster pearl in my hand and the mountains shouted “YOU ARE BLESSED.MY DEAR!”

‘”preserve the blessing”

God gave me a valentine gift. He disguised himself as d pearl for me!

Touchwood,,

And since then my life changed and so did I

But…

I have never been able to thank him, never been able to make him peep into my heart… and make him see the sea which just has his images….

When he knocks the door of my heart… I run with overwhelming joy… ecstasy beyond words.. And craziness beyond mind, to open the gateway …..

But, then y does he feel I didn’t even care to ask “who’s there?”

WHEN I NEVER EVEN SHUT THE DOOR!

I know I have been fortunate as god has given me such a gift …

But, I want to ask the god himself ….

How can I showcase my chastity?

He is supreme …. And I m not….

So I just have, my heart, my beats, my sight, my breath….and above all “my words”..

Which can’t lie and be superficial about something as precious as this….

I adore him….

Hope he understands….. and I don’t ever lose him

I want to preserve him forever …….

It’s my most beautiful dream and so, god grant me this wish on b day that…..

U will never part yourself away from me….

May be I m not worth such a wish….

But I’ll surely make it worth….

Trust me!

Allah ka Banda

“Lips tremble, hands flicker
Eyes drop a pearl which dies at the flash of a smile…….
With the advent of a new fragrance in the garden of my life,
A new color, a new zest, a new zing ends my strive!!
Walking with the sky as it was past mid night…..
A silver lining dazzled and bestowed an angelic light.
A sparkling enwrapped the universe tight.
And I asked my heart “is everything right?”

God smiled in his abode,
Shinning with the stars, I landed on some other road.
Smirked on myself…..
As the first drop of rain touched me,
Eyes were wet, as someone held my hand!
Walking past cocoon to that barren land!!

Not realizing, I am not alone, not even stranded…..
My god disguised himself, kissed me and applauded…
He resides in my soul and I can see from my sight
Nobody can see him, as he is busy saving from thy plight!

The world is running their race!
Ignoring where is their solace?
When devastated in this desert
In search of roses in this beautiful field
In fighting anguish
Being erect and not sluggish.

There is an “Allah ka Banda”
Who enwraps you in his warmth
Smiles with you for the first grain of the draught!
Like a stepping stone taking you away from failures.
Gifting him to you, you forget him with all leisure’s!!
I found him like a priceless treasure
And I now my soul will preserve him without any measure
Because,
Everybody is not so fortunate…..
To be touched him
Who is my “Allah ka Banda”

India, bharat, Hindustan………………

All synonymous for us –

Our country, desh, motherland “We the people of India!”

But be truthful to yourself and answer this question of mine –“if I ask you who you are?”

Do you ever reply- “main Hindustani hoon!” or “I’m an Indian!”

The answers are strange at least to me

I’m a kashmiri, Bengali, Punjabi, gujrati, malayali and so on………

We were divided by the British and till date we face the brunt of it

We have already given rise to an offspring and so into how many parts do you want to divide our motherland?

This reminds me of a dialogue from the movie “Kranti veer”-

“agar ek hindu aur musalmaan ka khoon mila do to kya pata chal sakta hai ki khoon kiska hai?”

Our country is like a human body- which is the poor temple of a living soul and all its parts are as integral as the states to our one knit nation, even if one is paralyzed, the body becomes disabled!

So are we heading towards a disabled India and disusing it to be disabled friendly.

We have already given it so many wounds by secluding Pakistan and now slowly and steadily we want to paralyze its arms, limbs…………………

That time is not far when all the regions of our country will be disintegrated and this poor body will be cremated.

The heart will sink. There will be no blood circulation. Even the beats will stop!!!

There will be India, bharat aur Hindustan.

The spark has already been ignited please curb it before it catches fire

Why do we wait for incidence such as godhara riots, babari masjid or perhaps the most recent “mai mumbaikar”

THE ‘SHAME OLD STORY ‘CONTINUES every time we need an incident to spark this rear feeling of indianism but it becomes a fire for the ignorant minority of the population to follow their inept leaders!

According to the ‘India time’s pole’. There are 76% people in Mumbai who are against mr. raj Thackeray but shockingly a whooping 24% still follow that leader!

DIVIDE AND RAJ:

A young energetic mind, the face of the changing dirty politics of India – Mr. raj thackrey who could the throne of the pioneer Mr. Bala decided to beat his idol at his own game.

Shiv sena started the anti-south Indian campaign and sarcastically he started the anti-north Indian campaign!

(Anti-north India, anti-south Indian)

Why do we forget the word “Indian” attached to it? Although Mr. raj thackrey used it as the quickest and the cheesiest way to climb the ladder of dirty politics.

“raj” was anonymous in our houses, but now” raj’s”in our abode.

But what about the ignorant population of our country, the marginal 24% who still worship him?

As we know if the heart stops pumping blood the body is adhered to die!

So give life to our country, our land, our desh- India!

Let’s rise! Let’s be one to save our nation from the black dusk of tomorrow otherwise this one well knit nation (body) will sink and 28 states (parts) will have a horror stuck survival!

So show this almighty nation the proof ‘your worthy existence’!!!!!!!

Remembering “existence”

Take a deep breath, close your eyes and just stand in front of the mirror

Realize that you a human!

You breathe, you have life,

You are the gift of almighty!

Or, are we just dictionary meanings? ‘Existence’ –we are bound to occur, survive or live.

And that’s it. We are confined to our closet.

Or, are we class apart? A league apart?
Ask you’re self, Search for answers…

Our ‘existence’ counts.

Does paying our taxes, give us an excuse to be complacent? If yes, then where does our responsibility towards motherland vanish?

Our ‘motherland’ its heart is aching, screaming in search for us!

Time has come to revolutionize.

We crib to find able leaders, and the fact remains ‘they’ are within ‘ourselves’.

“Take a step and the world will follow”

So

“Vote” – every vote counts!

As we know, youth is an epitome of energetic minds embedded with ethics then why do we need to awaken them from the shackles of slumber?

(Ponder over it.)

Life is not just about partying, night outs and fun.

But it’s about partying with the pauper, night outs with policies made and off course fun with the ‘change’ we bring about!
”raise your voice and even GOD will listen.”

‘You change, circumstances change.’

We have taken an initiative, enlightened a spark –you make it into fire!

“ILLUMINATE MINDS

ILLUMINATE INDIA”

SO JOIN US!

A rose who made me a flower

Shattered in this new barren world,

Abandoned in the vibes of hostility,

Devastated in the draught of the desert,

I could see a mirage…

I could see an illusion…..

She was a rose!

Who made me blossom by her amicable ‘close’

Enwrapped in the nocturnal wrath

She sparkled like the providence of my gloomy ‘moon’!

Life was a yellow wood.

Besieged by darkness,

There lay a never ending path and the already dying flowers…….

Suddenly,

A fragrance filled the wood!

Everything seemed too good!

Colours filled my life……dusk transformed to dawn……..

Night ended after a long strive…

As my garden found an ‘omnipresent rose’!

Who made me a flower

By being so……..

‘Close’

*******single to double*******

I, me, myself……….these were the words I used to pamper myself with!

Enclosed in thy hands, hands of my parents, I found my self protected in cocoon which was besieged by their unconditional love and care.

Evidently, I am a single alone child. Darling of my dad and off course the pride of my ma.I always felt like ONLY THIS IS MY WORLD, where I am the ‘majesty.’

The “belle of the ball” ------------if I may say so, but that is what my heart used to beat!
Huh………
Showering of their love and blessings made me feel the heavenly bliss. THANK YOU! LORD.
Never imagined,”how doest it feel to share love?”
And suddenly (like in ‘k’ serials “shromm shromm” the flash light effect)
My post school day’s kick started with a boomerang! “I” faded away (dreadful Na)
“I” was “we” as I shifted to Delhi to my maternal uncle’s house.
“I” had a sis. “We” are sisters!!!!And I thought the worst nightmare was in front of my eyes with my eyes wide open………….
And red hot smoke out of my ears!!!!!!!!
Life changed! The ‘love’ was SHARED, ‘clothes’ were SHARED, ‘thought’ were SHARED, ******* was ‘shared.’(Sorry guys censored)
But, I realized our hearts had become one!
“We” felt sorrow! “We” felt pain! “We” felt happiness! “We” felt LIFE!
“I” LIVED LIFE!
Now, I am a proud sister, who I guess has a big heart, which beats foe her, prays for her and above all ‘loves her’
Guys, now I seriously bow my head in front of the almighty as he gave me an immortal gift who made me realize “love is all about giving”

“I owe my life to her!”

My dear sister “saniya.”
And ya…..I am happy to be ‘DOUBLE’

Not a blog but the diary entry of my heart!

WALKING A TIGHT ROPE…..

FIGHTING FOR A DIGNIFIED SURVIVAL

A 67 year old woman, who sits on the streets of Jan path, makes and sells jute ropes to survive as wants to die gracefully.

Strolling down the lane, wanting to indulge myself in window shopping; my ears shook to an indifferent soundA seemingly old lady was trying to sell jute ropes, a melancholy song to sell ropes; I was amazed, a gracious
Old lady asking me whether I would like to buy stuff from her? And I felt as if a poet has got his muse.
“Shanti Devi she said is her name given by her late husband .She is a granny now, being the mother of 3 Children, 2 boys and 1 girl. She is left alone, Alone to fight, Alone to live.

In this stage of life, when she wanted to take rest, sit back and see her kids prosper, she is left alone to survive.
Attributing her last earnings to her husband, she tells me, she has learned this craft from him now she doesn’t even have
A place, she can call her home, her abode.

“I can beg, she retaliated “but I don t,” “I want to die respectfully’’

Its not easy, there is no space for us! We face the brunt of selling our goods, fighting for our survival. The government is busy creating malls and we want commercialization but no one cares for these people!
The situation is so worse that even till now they are combating for their essential commodities. They want ration cards and identity cards, but fail to get it as they are not in a position to give bribe.

She suddenly looked into my eyes with ardent hope and told me “if you are writing a report on us, then may your report be our voice.”

And hopefully, my kids at least will be relieved from all the grievances.

Here, was the shattered mother who after being left by everyone still wants a bright future for her kids. such is the magnanimous heart of a “ma”

I was about to say thanks, but she silently said some golden words and I fumbled even to say such a petite word “thanks”

“I want to die by making my kids happy and not being a burden on them. I ll work so that they don’t have to spend their last penny on my last breath!”

“Brahmins or buddhu’s” religion or restriction” laws or locks?
As I woke up, trying to open my eyes, stretched out my hands and inhaled the fresh, crisp morning air, a whiff of pleasant air usually pats me from behind prompting me subtly to reminiscent many of my hurry –scurry early college mornings.
Suddenly, my mind prompted it was a mundane Sunday morning but not after my eyes got their treat and my mind its food…………..
And off course my blog its topic! “Hindu wife cannot adopt a child, rules sc”

A new interesting judgment of the Supreme Court and the pretext given was “only a Hindu woman who is married and whose marriage has been dissolved that is who is a divorcee-has the capacity to adopt!The plea was put by a lady who is not officially divorced, although leading a life of a divorce from the day one of her marriage.

Ironically the buddhu’s …oops sry the Brahmins calls themselves the most learned class and this is the judgment they support???????????????
I completely fail to understand why they can’t follow the simple principle of “live and let live.”
The lady is completely doomed in the hard core realities of this cruel world!
She stepped into her new house with so many beautiful dreams and aspirations, expecting so much….and all of a sudden she realized there is nobody ,no one and all her dreams were shattered !And now when she wants to move ahead in life, she is denied the rights!Are laws locks?I used to think they were for the betterment of mankind!But I guess I was wrong………… (Sigh)
After spending the most beautiful years of her life in exile……….. She wants to live, experience the most divine feeling of womanhood ….yes; she wants to be a mother. Raise a god’s gift who was thrown away by his parents, but, the irony s she is denied of it.

But why are we concerned?
We are not the almighty, so why should we do anything to give lives to two bodies?
Why should we wake up from the shackles of slumber?More over its chilly winter and so it’s better to sleep……………

The convenient answer: Kashmir

“Kashmir”: valley of flowers or the valley of death?

As I started to write, my mind went blank………….

‘INDIAN OCUPIED KASHMIR OR PAKISTAN OCCUPIED KASHMIR’

What am I writing on? The question popped up, although I tried ignoring but the question kept haunting me!
Finally, my heart answered “Kashmir”

A valley of flowers, a valley of love, a valley of serenity or just a valley of ‘tribulation’.

Few days ago, a kindergarten child asked me, “Where will I go during summer vacations?”

I replied “Srinagar”

She immediately retaliated ‘that horrifying place’ everyday some or the other person is killed there!
I kept mum and went back home………………….asked myself why didn’t I reply? But what should I reply?

When the astute politicians have not been able to answer it!

We are just puppets, who stand against the tyranny of our elected representatives and even military personnel.

The partition of the two countries occurred in 1947 and since then we are divided. Divided in mind, in thoughts, in hearts ……

But the only thing we are not secluded are the living conditions,

or perhaps the pathetic conditions.

It was in the year 1966, a 24 year old miss Laura Jane lambie, a Canadian agricultural student, was on a stroll on the boulevard Kashmir, she was having a chat with three local boys and was immediately way laid by personnel of the national security guards. One of them, warned Laura not to get into conversation with local Muslim youth.” all of them are very, very dangerous terrorists and can molest you in this desolate spot,” he told her.

“You shall have to accompany us to the police station” and then she was gang raped by five guards which continued until she until she fell unconscious. The matter when brought to the higher authorities in the state and when taken by the Canadian high commission, the authorities acted swiftly and judgment was taken in record time!

Here lies the difference between the rape of a foreigner and that of a Kashmiri woman. The latter is treated as an allegation and passed of unnoticed and unwept.

The incidents are numerous and the judgments are negligible, still we fight to acquire ‘Kashmir’.

‘Kashmir’ is just left as” the convenient answer”

The dream is distant and the path is barren……….no body ready to take the initiative!

Whether India or Pakistan?
Kashmir is just left as a no man’s land! It is indeed left as a rolling stone with no concrete solution. It’s just used as a tool to capture vote banks and play with human emotions.

Being a second migration child even I haven’t witness any policy on Kashmir. As seen in the yesteryears, when Benazir Bhutto came in power, her triumphal return in 1986 drew mammoth crowds at rallies all over. The basic agenda which led to her victory was her convincing

Power on the “Burning Issue of Kashmir”

More over as Pakistan awaits elections on Feb. 18, “There will be a shift

From ideology to pragmatism says Musharraf and Kashmir” again left

As a Ballyhoo!!!

“Kashmir is merely a toy and everybody loves playing with it!

“The Real Kashmir is so wastefully dead”

Remembering woman

The journey

At the dawn, she will unite with breeze to announce the coming of light……

At eventide, she will join the birds to bid farewell

She looks up to see the light

She never looks down to see her shadow

This is the wisdom

“Men must learn”

This is a girl, a woman, who completes a family. A girl, who is an epitome or rather a perfect blend of a dexterous mind embedded with the colours of love, the zeal of life, the fragrance of feelings and yet she is “the iron lady”

She is the light of darkness, the voice of silence, the sight of the night and off course the strength of the right!!!!!

“a women completes a family”- women is like a continuous dialogue between past and present. she is the link or rather that thread which binds all of its pearls into one string .

Sarcastically, the plight of the Indian society is such that the girl is killed in the womb itself, forgetting the fact that she is the one who will form a “family”

From her birth till her death she transforms the little petty things to bigger or larger deeds of happiness, prosperity and serenity.

According to the Hindu mythology, “a girl is considered “goddess laxmi”

And indeed she is!
From her childhood when she is in a tender stage of learning her elementary basics her heart develops like a full ripened fruit , her mind like a full bloomed flower and her soul like a whole majestic power.

Everybody in the family is depended on her. She enfolds a special relation with each one in the family. She is the darling of her dad, mighty power of her mom, grandeur of her grandparents and yes a threat to her brother!
She takes all the relations like her different corners of her heart. And even one is affected her heart aches.

When she is send to a school ,there she establishes her own identity-as I , me , myself and not even compromises on her basic ethics, her education is not confined to herself ,ironically it just spreads ,spreads and spreads………..

As times fades away we witness her change from a bud to a full bloomed flower and is ready to bid farewell to her abode……….to become the light of someone else’s home. a new path anew life.

Her life glorifies first as a baby girl then as a daughter, a sister, a beautiful glowing teenager, a responsible young adult, a magnanimous married woman and a focused professional!

It’s only a woman who can give rise to a new soul! Have we wondered why???? This gift of THE ALMIGHTY is just given to her as she has the maximum ability to bear pain and still smile!

As Shakespeare clearly mentions the seven stages of life but what I feel is it’s only a woman who portrays them graciously!

She is the pedestal of this world.

So remember dear friends “when you kill a girl child”

There is a vacuum created which cannot be filled by anything else……….

Except herself!

Lastly, in the words of William words worth

“The reason firm, the temperate will

Endurance, foresight, strength and skill;

A perfect woman nobly planned,

To warn, to comfort and to command;

And yet a spirit still and bright with something of angelic light”