I admit to having done both.
Why would anyone hold a knife by the blade?
The time I did it literally was with a Swiss knife. I was packing for a long trip and since I had this contraption I thought it would be useful. I had to check just how useful it would be. So I ‘unfurled’ it, as strange pointy things stared at me.
Then I felt like touching the tip as it poked the flesh on my finger. I had to see how effective it really was, so I held it against a small wooden box that had gone past its date of usefulness and made an incision and started slicing it. Little did I realise that another blade was touching my palm and making patterns on my skin.
My destiny read different that day as several new lines appeared, all in red.
Like a vampire, I began drinking my own blood. I was ready to travel.
It took a knife to teach me that the baggage we carry with us is often congealed blood.
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yU.N hasarato.n ke dAG, muhabbat me.n dho liye
khud dil se dil kI bAt kahI, aur ro liye
ghar se chale the ham to, khushI kI talAsh me.n
Gam rAh me.n kha.De the vahI, sAth ho liye
murajhaa chukaa hai phir bhii ye dil phuul hii to hai
ab aap kii Khushii ise kaa.NTo.n me.n toliye
ho.nTho.n ko sI chuke to, zamAne ne ye kahA
ye chup sI kyo.n lagI hai ajI, kuchh to boliye
khud dil se dil kI bAt kahI, aur ro liye
(Film Adaalat; lyrics Rajendra Krishen; music Madan Mohan)
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This post has been used before...can't recall when...when is when?
What about those who work stealthily and use death?
Just like vultures in Parsi deaths prey on corpses, these people prey on mourners. It isn’t to express sorrow but to use that sorrow to further their agendas.
It could be as harmless as a family friend wanting to discuss a rishta for me years ago when my Nani died. Everyone knew how close I was to her, but this hawk-like woman was evaluating me. And right there, as my Nani lay and my tears would not stop, she went up to my mother and said, “Aapki beti mujhe pasand hai, yeh sab nipat jaaye tau phir kuchch baat chalaa sakte hai.(I like your daughter, once you are done with the funeral we can talk about it)”
Ammi was in shock. She managed to mumble that this was not the right time and I made my own decisions.
A few years ago a close relative died. Her sister, who we rarely met, followed me to the kitchen where I was getting some water for the visitors. “Do you know of any good girl for my son? You know so many people…” I could not believe it. Her sister, barely a couple of years older, lay dead in the next room and this is what she could think about? She repeated this performance at the kabristan even before the body was buried.
A little over a week ago, something similar happened. This vulture behaviour is way too cunning. Someone I know lost his sister. He sent an email to a friend, a woman he has known for years but who he says he has been barely in touch with. In a way the guy’s behaviour was equally predator like. She is not even in the same city in the foreign country they live in, so why did he think it important enough? “I knew she would be polite because she wants to be in touch with me.”
“She wrote back to say she was sorry.”
Anyone would. But there had been undercurrents in their relationship earlier, and she had made her intentions clear. She asked him for gifts, and he sent them. Gestures. He is big on them. Maybe it is a game he likes playing – to keep things covertly active so that you can tap resources when you are running dry. She had publicly declared her feelings, naming him, after receiving a gift that she had supposedly demanded. “This is how she talks to all men,” he had said. For personal reasons, he later told her to remove it.
There was nothing going on except a few emails…and then this one. Soon after that note, she did what any true-blue vulture does. She broke her silence and again publicly addressed him with poems – one for the death and then like a bee filled with the honey of her intent she stung him with the tried and tested Neruda, “I will die of love because I love you,/Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.”
She also managed to sneak in a verse from the book he had earlier sent:
“Write to me,” it ends.
His emotional body, now numb and dead, was being revived by the lard of the syrupy weight she carried. For one who claims the soul matters, she spreads herself and the dough-like form waddles across his screen in many pixels – thighs, breasts, chins and folds of belly. She is desperate, and there is every reason to feel sorry for her. Partly, he does. He says, “I don’t dislike her”, which is hardly what one would say about a friend who you feel the need to inform about the death of one so dear to you.
He enjoys the attention. He is the cadaver with beak marks all over his body feeling for the moment that his grief will be purged through those holes. The vulture holds a piece of flesh and chews on it, slowly, slowly, and watches through wrinkled eyes for when he might wake up and give her what she wants.
He is biding time. “I can get whatever I want,” he says. As easy as that. Right now, of course, he is still clothed in black emotions of the loss. But he has also gained along the way. Been given choices.
The cadaver may become a vulture and the vulture will merely change beaks, like cars change gears.
Is it any wonder that no one mourns for vultures?
Results of earlier poll
The Indian cities/states that represent India best
Mumbai - 3 (17%), Delhi - 4 (23%), Kerala - 2 (11%), Tamil Nadu - 3 (17%), Kolkata - 1 (5%), Gujarat - 2 (11%), UP - 2 (11%), Bihar - 2 (11%), North East - 0 (0%), None - 5 (29%)
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Image: This is the page of that day.
How many American feminists have raised their voices against the look-alike strippers at a gentleman’s club in Las Vegas who were judged based on how much they resembled the senator wearing a swimsuit? What is the reasoning behind such reductionism? That she is a former beauty queen? How about a contest for McCain lookalike war heroes? Or Obama-type lawyers? Or community workers? Or Joe Biden anti-Viet heroes?
The sexism isn’t restricted to gender alone, but to a certain kind of woman. Strange. Mother Teresa was against abortion and she got a pedestal. Hillary Clinton ‘stood by her man’ and was deified. And what about her make-over? They are talking about Sarah’s wardrobe. Yes, it costs a lot of money, as much as getting cheerleaders and other symbols of support.
There is not much issue-based opposition going on. It is not necessary to respond to bimboesque behaviour in a similar manner. Dumbing down does not work when the stakes are high.
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The idea of objectification itself is complicated.
Someone told me at a time when I was posting pictures of parts of me that I was objectifying myself. It led to an internal monologue (parts of it were posted earlier in the soliloquy series):
Me 1: “Why do you do it?”
Me 2: “Perhaps I want to put myself up there by removing myself from me.”
Me 1: “So you objectify yourself?”
Me 2: “One gets objectified anyway by others.”
Me 1: “Why do you want to play their game?”
Me 2: “It isn't the same. They see disembodied parts. Eyes, mouth, nose, neck, breasts, waist, hips, hands, fingers.”
Me 1: “And you are not? You are doing precisely that.”
Me 2: “I am turning this objectification on its head. If you notice, I have distorted as well. I do make a statement. In my put up ‘parts’, I made a cross over it, essentially saying this is cut out, deleted, unimportant.”
Me 1: “So you are reducing yourself?”
Me 2: “I am reducing the idea of the Self as parts.”
Me 1: “Who is going to see the metaphysical when the physical hits you first?”
Me 2: “I know I am not a Barbie; you cannot just put a key in me and get me started. That level of self-esteem is there, which is why it is possible for me to do what I do. That is also the reason I do not feel devastated by feministic critiques that tend to be hugely one-dimensional.”
Me 1: “The question remains: will anyone get it?”
Me 2: “That’s not important. Seeing something is of the senses; understanding requires more. Besides, don’t people visualise things?”
Me 1: “I still feel there are pitfalls here. It can become a cause for humiliation.”
Me 2: “One does not have to put parts of oneself to invite humiliation. People find ruses – words, actions, shared moments, confidences, the past, the present…everything becomes removed from the person one is. I do not fear the kind of humiliation that comes with putting up these ‘objects’ because I have control over them. They are truly mine and do not need the crutch of another. But it depends on the way of seeing. And perceiving. There can be several truths.”
Me 1: “As in truth is relative?”
Me 2: “Also, the truth has to work within the parameters of several lies, so it breaks itself up into several truths.”
Me 1: “Can truth be objectified?”
Me 2: “It can be ‘subjectified’ to fit into our worldview. Therefore, what we call objectification is what I see as ‘subjectification’. As subject I do not fall prey as object because I have the benefit of a conscious decision. This exhibit can raise hell, so to speak.”
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Returning to Sarah Palin, I think she is aware of her role. Her gaffes may become as comedic as Bushisms, but no one walked the ramp in a fire helmet or a torchlight aimed at some godforsaken cave to humour him.
Suraj ki garmee
I love hangers. Today, as I got rid of a few clothes, several in fact, I saw those steel and plastic hangers standing lonely in the cupboard. They had carried the weight of cottons, silks, chiffons…sarees, kameezes, dupattas, scarves, blouses. They must have sniffed the perfume or my skin on them; they caressed everything before I wore it. Some had remained untouched for long. The hangers held them; the hangers did not give up on them.
As each stood there now shorn off garments like naked dancers, I felt a sadness I haven’t felt for long. The choice to get rid of the clothes was mine. I was not wearing them. Some were new, some so old that the discolouring on the collars and sleeves looked like sepia tones in pictures that recapture history. It was tough throwing things in the bag. A few I lingered with, holding them close to me as though I was giving up a part of myself. Some had a past, some sentimental value, some made no sense at all…I was thinking, feeling…
Then it struck me about what the hangers must experience. Would they welcome new arrivals? Or do they like the lightness of being just themselves? I could see a couple stuck to each other as though providing solace for the loss.
I am not sure if I will get something new soon. So I took the hangers and piled them on with the clothes. They belong with each other.
The shelf that was now almost empty stared at me. I cannot throw out shelves or cupboards. I put in a few mothballs. Was there anything to protect? Sometimes, the oyster needs more protection than the pearl.
Shells and shelves are as fragile. I know. My skin hurts even when the flesh does not bleed.
Our dear beloved future Prime Minister has washed his hands of this Sadhvi Pragya, one of the accused in the Malegaon blast. He says she has nothing to do with the BJP. If she may have been an ABVP activist at some point or had any association with the Sangh Parivar; she had obviously parted ways with the saffron party because her thoughts did not match with the organisations she was a part of!
To drive home the point he gave an analogy: “Godse was associated with RSS earlier in his life but left the organisation way back in 1934 because he did not agree with its ways.”
Rubbish. It is true that the RSS was hounded even after Gandhi’s assassination, and even Veer Savarkar was questioned in this case, but Godse did not sever ties with the RSS or Hindu Mahasabha. Nathuram’s brother Gopal had this to say: “All the (Godse) brothers were in the RSS. Nathuram, Dattatreya, myself and Govind. You can say we grew up in the RSS rather than in our home. It was like a family to us. Nathuram had become a baudhik karyavah (intellectual worker) in the RSS. He has said in his statement that he left the RSS. He said it because Golwalkar and the RSS were in a lot of trouble after the murder of Gandhi. But he did not leave the RSS.”
Instead of trying to skirt the issue, the BJP should get those involved thrown out of the party instead of these half-hearted untruths.
This picture tells its own story:
Caption: A file photo of Sadhvi Pragya Singh attending former MP minister Laxman Singh Gaud’s condolence meeting with (from left) CM Shivraj Singh Chauhan, mayor Uma Shashi Sharma, Malini Gaud and BJP national president Rajnath Singh in Indore
The MP education minister died on February 12, 2008. Mr. Advani, is that enough time to forget the Sadhvi and for her to change her affiliations so she could take part in the bomb blast?
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Here is an eye-opener about how Hindutva terrorism is working. It is an intimate portrait of how a father is justifying the role of his daughter in the blast case.
Chandrapal Singh Thakur, father of sanyasin Pragya Thakur has said, “What will you do if someone shoots 100 arrows at you? Will you sit idle or respond to them?’’
Her picture is kept in the temple in his house along with other deities. “I pray to the truth in her and her sacrifice for the protection of our religion. Thanks to her dedication and sacrifice, she is far ahead of me. I pray that she succeeds in her endeavours,’’ Reminiscent of Modi-speak, he maintained that “a reply to terrorist attacks was also required. If the government does not act in time, the common people will have to do something about their own safety.”
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Some people have written to me asking why I am not calling it Hindu terrorism when the sadhvi is a Hindu.
If some maulvi is involved in such activities, I will not want him to be referred to as a Muslim terrorist. We have experienced several years of being tagged. It is not a nice feeling and certainly not true. I will talk about Hindu support where applicable to such causes. However, for such criminal activities I will not identify a person with a religion or sect, but an ideology. There is no way I will let it pass or pussyfoot on that.
If I fall into the same trap, then what will be the difference between those who shoot one-liners to ‘seal’ your fate instead of examining the depth of the issues and some of us who do?
Why? Whose hearts are being joined together in this? He got Kashmir Singh out of prison. And we all know that Kashmir Singh admitted upon his return that he was an Indian spy.
Burney said, “They issued fatwa from the mosques against me. My family members were scared to go out for quite some time as they felt threatened. But I remained committed to the cause. If to save one innocent life, I have to die 10 times, I will not flinch.”
Fatwas are a joke. He has been making trips to India, which means he gets his visa. And just for the record, people are not cats; they die just once. Dramebaaz.
And I repeat for the nth time:
As for all the hosannas being sung for Mr Ansar Burney, what has he done for those missing POWs? I know I have been ranting about it for years and do take a look at ‘54 Indian POWs versus Sarabjit Singh’.
I had written a letter to Mr Burney on January 8, 2002. There was no response. I provided links, offered all help. Zilch.
Meanwhile, it is amusing to see him follow our celebrities’ path. They all go the Ajmer Sharif dargah and the Siddhivinayak Temple to get blessings and provide a photo-op. Here he is with his son Fahan at the temple. The main caption called it ‘DIVINE HELP’.
Now I can imagine if some maulana rants about it and issues a fatwa. Burney saab will say, look, this is what happens for dil se dil jodna. I’d like to remind him that actress Meera too had this fatwa thing issued because she kissed an Indian non-actor in one of those forgettable films. She too talked about being a peace ambassador. He should have at least gone to some mohalla type place and sung, “Jumma chumma de de…” It would be paisa and peace vasool…
Before we go any further, a warm welcome to Hindutva terrorism. Please note: I have used the term Hindutva, not Hindu.
Some of us have been saying that it existed long ago. Now the police are convinced that those behind the Malegaon blasts last month were rightwing. But, then, this is not news. Certain political parties and leaders are not unlike terrorists.
The latest reports have found two former armymen - a jawan and a retired major – to be involved in those blasts. I have one problem with the reason dished out:
The Anti Terrorism Squad (ATS) is investigating the source of the RDX used in the blast and how the accused acquired the expertise to execute the blasts. “It’s not easy to procure RDX for a layman and use it to cause an explosion. One needs some training and it’s being investigated,” an officer said.
Why do you think this question has come up? We have had bomb blasts before and people are arrested on suspicion alone, even if they are young boys hawking vegetables. What is different this time that laymen are being protected?
I will tell you. This time the culprits are not ‘Islamic’ terrorists. This time the accused are from the saffron brigade. One of them happens to be a Sadhvi (she took sanyas in 2006) Pragya who was a member of the Akhil Bharati Vidyarthi Parishad (ABVP), which is not much different from SIMI.
Apparently, one of the army guys was quite enamoured of her. Reports do not tell us which one. Maybe the sadhvi is a democrat and would not like the hierarchical nature of her admirer to be mentioned. But, whether it was the jawan or the major, the guy is supposed to have been enraptured by her religious speeches.
I would think that since reports call her feisty, it must have been this aspect, or that she rode a motorcycle. Anyway, whatever floats his boat...
Come to think of it, how many of you recall that at the height of the BJP’s golden moments following the rath yatra of 1992 quite a few army personnel had joined the party?
I understand that even today many of the services personnel are right-wing. This surprises me at one level and not at all at another. It surprises me because the army is class conscious and that comes from what position you occupy; the bunker and the mess are great levellers. A friend from a well-placed family with some fancy lineage told me that as a junior officer straight out of college with not much by way of worldly etiquette, he had a rather embarrassing experience at the mess table. While using his cutlery he was making a bit of a noise. He was ticked off twice gently; the third time he was asked by the senior to walk around the room “to make him understand” table manners. It did not matter what his background was.
However, the right-wing affiliation does not surprise me because, like several intellectuals who get taken in by brainwashing that sounds rational, armymen too are victims of manufactured consent. This is easy for those who are taught to follow rule-books. The basis of the existence of an armed force is an opposition. The Opposition here is the enemy and due to reasons that history has left us with, it starts with Pakistan and ends with jihad, a term that neither those who call themselves jihadi nor those who pronounce them as such seem to understand.
Therefore, when the saffron parties go all out on their reclaiming of culture binge, it appeals to some soldiers, especially the part about ‘party discipline’! Besides, Hindutva has cannily called its movement nationalistic. How many armymen would want to be anything but that, as per the prevalent view?
To return to the current allegation, if indeed army people are involved then it is disturbing not only for the minorities but for the nation. As I said earlier, learning to assemble bombs and procure substances of destruction is not difficult anymore. But the moment former services people get involved we have to start rethinking about who is protecting whom.
We already have a situation where the police force often follows diktats issued by parochial forces in the respective states they are posted at. The role of cops during riots has been well-documented. We do not want a situation where the army too is under suspicion as an institution. And please do not dish out the ‘few bad eggs cannot give it a bad name’ line because I will turn around and ask you why the hell don’t you think that up when a few terrorists go on a rampage?
Why tarnish a whole community then? How would you feel if we now say that due to what has happened in the Malegaon blasts all Hindus are closet terrorists? How would you feel if we said that because some army fellows have been detained and may be involved the whole Indian Army is full of terrorists?
It is a sad moment, but it is such moments that lead to introspection.
Think about it, and smell the cognac, you jolly good fellows.
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Image: Sadhvi Pragya
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Click on label indian armed forces below for more on the subject.
Question: I masturbate by inserting my penis inside a vacuum cleaner’s pipe. Is this harmful to the cleaner, or maybe myself? Please suggest some alternate equipment for the same.
Sexpert: All I can tell you is to not start the vacuum cleaner while you are at it. You may find your penis sucked into the dust bag. I think it is harmful to both — the cleaner and the one who uses it. Why not stick to the good old method of using your hand or a pillow? That will be quite similar to what you will feel during intercourse.
Me: I refuse to believe that it will harm either instrument. If the pipe can handle termites and dust, yours is a pretty easy rider. If anything, press on the lowest level, this will give a quick swish to the insides of the pipe and clean it; once momentum builds up and your efforts see fruition, there might be no need to wash the pipe.
Now, coming to your instrument, the process of suction works the same way that all these sexologists talk about to increase pleasure – the stop and start method. If you are lucky and the air good, then it may pump you up; should there be any dirt particles and they cover you, it will only have a salutary effect. You’d be one gritty guy.
I have been thinking about an alternative you ask for. It could be the hole in a bark of a tree. Try the woodpecker act. Yeah, got the idea from the latter part of the bird…err…its name. Just go tap-tap; the roughness of the bark and the moistness of the weather will work. This would be an organic orgasm. Go green.
Got this in the mail :)Diwali through the eyes of NRI kids
A young second generation Indian in the US was asked by his mother to explain the significance of Diwali to his younger brother; this is how he went about it...
"So, like this dude had, like, a big cool kingdom and people liked him. But, like, his step-mom, or something, was kind of a bitch, and she forced her husband to, like, send this cool-dude, he was Ram, to some national forest or something... Since he was going, for like, something like more than 10 years or so… he decided to get his wife and his bro along... you know... so that they could all chill out together. But Dude, the forest was reeeeal scary shit... really man... they had monkeys and devils and shit like that. But this dude, Ram, kicked ass with darts and bows and arrows... so it was fine. But then some bad gangsta boys, some jerk called Ravan, picks up his babe (Sita) and lures her away to his hood. And boy, was our man, and also his bro, Laxman, pissed... And you don't piss this son-of-a-gun cuz, he just kicks ass and like... all the gods were with him... So anyways, you don't mess with gods. So, Ram, and his bro get an army of monkeys... Dude, don't ask me how they trained the damn monkeys... just go along with me, ok...
So, Ram, Lax and their monkeys whip this gangsta's ass in his own hood. Anyways, by this time, their time's up in the forest... and anyways... it gets kinda boring, you know... no TV or malls or shit like that. So,they decided to hitch a ride back home... and when the people realize that our dude, his bro and the wife are back home... they thought, well, you know, at least they deserve something nice... and they didn't have any bars or clubs in those days... so they couldn't take them out for a drink, so they, like, decided to smoke and shit... and since they also had some lamps, they lit the lamps also... so it was pretty cooool... you know with all those fireworks... Really, they even had some local band play along with the fireworks... and you know, what, dude, that was the very first, no kidding... that was the very first music-synchronized fireworks... you know, like the 4th of July stuff, but just, more cooler and stuff, you know. And, so dude, that was how, like, this festival started."
“So, how often do you go to the bookshops to see your work?” asked a senior writer.
“Haven’t been there since the launch.”
“Yes. I am confused.”
“If I don’t see any copies, then I will think no one wants it.”
“What if there are copies?”
“It could also mean no one wants it!”
“This is a most extraordinary logic.”
“One of the few times I am logical…”
One of them embossed Braille on the front of one garment and the English alphabets at the back. She said, “It is the blind that feel and ‘see’. The ones that have vision are really blind. The blind don’t want compassion, they want respect.”
Is this respect? The bloody gall of designing clothes with Braille. Do they think that the visually impaired are stupid? Do they imagine that they are going to run their hands over their clothes to read about fabric and silhouette and such other details…or is it detailing? And as this picture shows, the blind women are not even wearing the so-called designer clothes; they were brought in as gimmicks.
If you want to help the blind then, even though it sounds insensitive, make your models walk blindfolded. Watch them trip (and please do not try a wardrobe malfunction trick to capitalise on boobless boobs) and then play some violin music to convey tragedy, darken the auditorium and flash the social message - the blind cannot see, but ‘see’.
Damn. They might even take this suggestion seriously.
Another cuckoo case this ‘season’ dealt with the issue of fascism. And how did he convey it? By using Nazi skinheads! As though we don’t have home-grown fascists. Here, too, we cannot get rid of our foreign obsession.
Some are now trying the no-makeup look with models dressed in sack cloth walking barefoot. Honey, if you are so desperate at least make sure the ‘super model’ has nice feet. Stop kidding around. Fashion is about clothes, beauty, upfront physical appeal. Leave the issues for another time.
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This is an extract from an earlier post…Fashion, my foot:
We need to shut shop. This fashion parody has been going on for too long and makes no sense. I believe there was one show where all the male models were dressed as Sikhs because it was a sporting line and Sikhs are sporty! What next, a cocktail line should have Malayalis because they drink like crazy, and a lounge line ought to have Bengalis for they are always lounging?
There is this Bong designer, Sabyasachi Mukherjee. I remember his early days when he would smile and do ordinary things with clothes which made them wearable. Now he talks about using leather and jute and all that crap and he invariably gets the models to look deglamourised in a trendy way – they mostly wear large glasses and bindis with any kind of outfit. It just looks terribly stagey and hardly dramatic.
What is the point being made here? That you can be a plain Jane and carry it off? Who the hell is some designer to convey that? These clothes are pricey and lack basic aesthetics. Talking about silhouettes is not going to change the fact that wearing long tunics over short capris will always make you look like you are a behenji who has rolled up her churidar for a little dip in the beach waters because your shauhar said, “Chalo ji, kuchch paaon tau geele kar lo!”
I am really tired of this….then they go on about cuts and lines. We are Indians; we have curves. Real curves. And we like it. As women. We don’t give a damn what some men, and to hell with designers being gay, want. If you care so much for the flat look then just dress your male models as women, like you made them dress like Sikhs. Not too tough. The androgynous look is what you want, and what you will get.
Jaise aandhi aate-aate ruk gayee
Ab kaun girayega
Kachey makaanon ko
Kaise daalege dhool
Kisiki aankhon mein
Bach jaayenge kaanch ke khilone
Peid judey rahenge zameen se
Kuchch ujdega nahin
Sab apni jagah par kaayam hoge
Koi rahem ki bheek nahin maangega
Parinde gir nahin jaayenge
Apne hi pankh ke bojh se
Khidki par dastak ki awaaz nahin aayegi
Khaamoshi ko sataane
Aaj phir se hawaa bechain hai
Aur main bhi
Mujhe bhi woh aandhi chahiye
Jab shaakh par shabnam
Paani ke liye tarse
Har baat ka afsos
Dard ke liye tadpe
Khoon ki leher mein toofan aa jaaye
Aur betaab nasoun mein zindagi bhar de
Bhadakti hui aag ki manzil na ho
Aise sholoun mein hi beqarari hai
Jisey baandh nahin sakte
Woh tamanna hi azaadi hai
Aaj phir se hawaa bechain hai
Jaise kisine uske par kaat liye ho
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Updated in Devnagari script:
आज फिर से हवा बेचैन है
जैसे आंधी आते-आते रुक गयी
अब कौन गिराएगा
कचे मकानों को
कैसे डालेगे धूल
किसीकी आंखों में
बच जायेंगे कांच के खिलोने
पीड जुडे रहेंगे ज़मीन से
कुच्छ उज्देगा नहीं
सब अपनी जगह पर कायम होगे
कोई रहें की भीक नहीं मांगेगा
परिंदे गिर नहीं जायेंगे
अपने ही पंख के बोझ से
खिड़की पर दस्तक की आवाज़ नहीं आएगी
खामोशी को सताने
आज फिर से हवा बेचैन है
और मैं भी
मुझे भी वोह आंधी चाहिए
जब शाख पर शबनम
पानी के लिए तरसे
हर बात का अफ़सोस
दर्द के लिए तडपे
खून की लहर में तूफ़ान आ जाए
और बेताब नासौं में ज़िन्दगी भर दे
भड़कती हुई आग की मंजिल न हो
ऐसे शोलौं में ही बेक़रारी है
जिसे बाँध नहीं सकते
वोह तमन्ना ही आजादी है
आज फिर से हवा बेचैन है
जैसे किसीने उसके पर काट लिए हो
Got this in the mailOnce upon a time a man appeared in a village and announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for $10 each.
The villagers, seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them.
The man bought thousands at $10 and, as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He next announced that he would now buy monkeys at $20 each. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.
Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer increased to $25 each and the supply of monkeys became so scarce it was an effort to even find a monkey, let alone catch it!
The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at $50 each! However,since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would buy on his behalf.
In the absence of the man, the assistant t old the villagers: 'Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has already collected. I will sell them to you at $35 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell them to him for $50 each.'
The villagers rounded up all their savings and bought all the monkeys.
They never saw the man or his assistant again, only lots and lots of monkeys!
Now you have a better understanding of how the stock market works.
Years ago I heard her. The first time her voice crackled through the music system I wanted to water her parched throat; the sand specks seemed to pierce my eyes as she let the words echo in the desert. She transported me to a world I did not know about but seemed to intuitively understand.
Reshma, the Pakistani folk singer, became my oasis. Here, try and slake your thirst:
Hai o rabba nahin ladga dil mera
I understand that you are a very sweet boy (in India we call people boys and girls if they are not married or if they are married but act in television serials or films). Now, sweetness has its limits. The reason some of us like Laloo Prasad Yadav is because he minces no words. He did not like what Raj Thackeray was doing, so he called him “mental”.
You, on the other hand, said this: “What Raj Thackeray is doing is wrong; this will divide the country.”
No. If you look long and hard you will see that the country has been divided for many years. If it isn’t the migrant problem there are separatist movements; there are problems of divisions among the rich and poor, rural and urban. How can Raj divide the country when his uncle did not manage to do so? If the northies are prevented from working in Mumbai, the first people who will complain will be the Marathi maanus. They are so accustomed to sitting in Mantralaya and sipping tea from saucers that they will miss the auto rickshaw, taxi wallahs and paan wallahs. The hawaldars will miss their hafta!
You say, “The more walls you raise the more divisions are created; either India or no India.”
This is almost a Bushism. These walls are only curtains set on fire. Just make sure that mummyji does something with Shivrajji and gets him to move some motion, as they say in Parliament speak.
You said, “There’s nothing like North India or West India or South India—it’s only India and this you should remember.”
If you stand for elections will you dump the family constituency and contest from the South or Gujarat? It is easy to mouth these homilies and ask others to follow such honourable ideas. Besides, I do not think identifying yourself with an area is wrong; we have professions and ideologies we identity with. I feel very strongly about being a Mumbaikar. But I relish other places as well. These add to our repertoire. We are fortunate to have so many cultures.
By the way, by your logic there should not be coalition politics too.
Finally, you end, “If you start identifying yourself as a Hindu, Muslim, Christian, the differences will only grow and a Bal Thackeray will exploit it and someone else in another state.”
These exploiters brand you. That is different from identification. Incidentally, do ask your boys in the Congress, and girls too, to stop playing with that Imam Bukhari and other useless people for vote bank reasons.
Does it strike you that you gave this speech in Uttarakhand, which separated from its own due to identity reasons?
Otherwise, all is well that bends well, na?
says the VHP!
Calling all Hindus to raise the bar:
The Vishwa Hindu Parishad has decided to launch a campaign against family planning and will use a book to urge Hindus to ensure that they produce at least four male children — “two for the family and two for the Hindu cause”.
What happens to the female children? True, they have been asked to ‘Prepare’. Sounds frightening. Prepare for what? To produce these male children? And will the male children be differentiated based on what cause they will be espousing? Like family ones will get less protein and Hindu cause wallahs will get a better diet? What happens if any of them are attracted to the RSS, which espouses celibacy? What is the use of producing children who don’t want to produce children? How will the VHP ensure that only male children are born? Will there be some booklet giving tips to the faithful about when and how to conceive appropriately?
To spread its new strategy among the Hindu masses, the VHP will circulate a book Bharat mein Hindu Bahumat (Hindu majority in India).
I thought the Hindus were already in a majority. Instead of going to all this trouble why don’t they just conquer Nepal and be done with it? We can save on badaam doodh. You can’t keep milking the gau mata dry for your ulterior motives.
“It is a good move by the VHP, as the family planning system introduced in India by the Congress is anti-religious. Our religious books do not give permission to control births,” said Mahant Ram Kripal.
Very funny. These guys are also saying that family planning is a “Christian and Muslim strategy to make Hindus a minority in India”. Hello? Since when have Christians and Muslims taken over these laws? On the contrary, they have been accused until recently of not allowing FP, and priests and maulvis give the same ‘god says no to planning births’ line. Religious books say a lot of things – karam kar phal ki chinta mat kar…don’t worry about the fruits of your labour. Just do it. Yo, plug for Nike!
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