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……………