Wednesday, January 30, 2008

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!

Sunday, January 27, 2008

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’

Friday, January 25, 2008

*******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!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

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!”

Thursday, January 17, 2008

“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……………

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

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”

Thursday, January 10, 2008

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”