With time Farid had become more silent. He hardly used to speak, although not to say earlier, he used to speak a lot , but yes he has started speaking only when it was necessary
Now his silence was getting attention and his Ammi used to ask why he is so silent. Farid just used to smile and say he was hardly silent, probably a denial which appeared as natural to utter
The night in which Farid had heard whispers into his ears had its imprint on Farid. He could not forget it. He tried to forget but could not forget. At some moment or the other the same thoughts visited him. "Farid, come back to us, come back to us"; at times Farid of no consciousness used to place his hands on his ears, testing if he is able to hear any voice. But alas none
Farid meanwhile continued with his habit of going for a walk, right after dinner with his family. The daily ritual had stayed with him. Each day, Farid used to wear his slippers and go into the nights, walking around the compound of his house. At times he used to halt near the Dargah, checking if they tell something to him.
It was almost 8 months since Farid had encountered the night when he was whispered into his ears. By now Farid had convinced himself he just had an illusion and it wasn't else when he had heard the whispers. He started believing it. But yes, he hasn't forgotten the nights
Then it was Ramzan and Farid always used to have a late dinner, against all the advice of his Ammi. He believed he needed food to hold in his stomach if he has to keep a fast on the next day. It must have been around midnight that Farid was walking in his compound. Suddenly Farid felt a strong chilling wind and for once Farid felt what was that. He stopped and started looking around. All he could notice was mosquitoes around his head; in thousands and lakhs, all roaming above his head.
Farid stopped and just stood still. Suddenly he was shocked. He saw light on his nails. Oh he was shocked. His nails had become lit like a led and he could see messages on his nails. Farid kept his composure and tried reading. Again the same message, "come back Farid come back Farid"
Farid moved for a minute and again stopped waiting if he gets a new message on his nails. Then suddenly he saw a dark crow coming from nowhere. Farid was confused, He remembered his Dadis advice to pray ayatalkursi each time you saw a dark crow . He did not even notice it and he was praying Ayatalkursi. Suddenly he saw the dark crow moving up and sitting on the Jamun tree.
The crow was looking at Farid or maybe Farid could not decide if he was looking at the dark crow. Soon he saw the crow saying some words. Farid was shocked how he could understand the voice of the crow. But yes he could understand it.
Farid placed his entire attention attempting to listen to what the crow says. It was a human voice and it was hardly a crow's voice. Farid, I have a story for you and you must listen. It is your story and make no mistakes we tell each a story.
Sit down Farid, you have nothing to fear. Farid you are actually me and to be more accurate my own part. I am not a magician but I create illusions. And this is my role in the universe. I take shapes and help in the existence of the nature. I am not and I was not physical. I am an illusion.
And then there was a sudden silence. Farid could not see when the crow vanished. He looked again at the tree, he could just notice the tree and it's leaves. After a few minutes Farid again got up and started walking again. There was no voice, no whispers and no crow. Farid by now had reached his home.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Whispers of the nights, Part 2
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Whispers of the dark night, Part 1
It was dark and one may say it was a relatively darker night than the previous ones in the month. One could hardly see anything unless one looks at the sky. The sky was visible although dark. There were few star but that was it
It was a large compound that Farid lived in; his house next to the Dargah. Farid had taken his dinner and as per his habit was taking a round of his compound.
Farid was walking slowly and was looking more at the sky than the earth beneath him. He could hear the silence of the sky. There were no birds or dogs to disturb him and he could feel the sound of silence.
It was fairly cold and as his Ammi always used to chide him for not covering his ears, Farid felt cold in the ears. He placed his hand on his ears.
And suddenly he heard a sound. Someone was whispering, there was some voice. He looked back and there was none. He was scared and at the same time he was acting composed.
He had heard stories of how the Dead from the Dargah had protected his family during the many calamities like earthquake and riots. It struck him of the people from Dargah are attempting to tell something.
He started walking briskly and trying to rush back to his house. And suddenly he saw a light. He has never seen it before. It was a flash and before he could move it had gone.
He was too scared so he sat down on the sand. He was sitting right on the sand and started looking at the sky. What was that.
And then he heard the voice again. His ears could now hear it properly. Someone was telling him. Come back Farid come back Farid.
By now Farid had regained his composure. He started listening. He was being asked to comeback .. Come back Farid, come back Farid. No other words.
However in few minutes Farid no more felt the voice. The whispers were silent. Farid then got up and started rushing to his house. While moving to his house Farid decided he won't tell anyone of his experience . He was scared he would not be able to explain the events and others may take it for he becoming possessed
The next day Farid was too scared and decided not to go walking in his compound.
However the day after curiosity got the better of him and Farid again went for his walk. It was again a dark night and one could hardly see anything.
He was walking and he had crossed the Dargah, Suddenly felt a touch. Someone was patting on his back. He looked back and there was none. He realised he is back for an experience similar to what he had a couple of days back
By now Farid was comfortable. So he again looked back but again did not find anyone. He decided to wait if he sees anyone. As he was looking at the earth and at times the sky again a voice whispered into his ears..
Farid placed his entire attention. The voice was clear although from a far distance . Farid you don't belong to this world, come to us. Farid, come to us. This is not your real existence.
It was getting clearer. Farid placed his hands near his ears. He wanted to hear each word. Farid, you were not born on this earth, you belong to us. Come back to us.
Farid, you don't exist, you are just a set of garments placed over a body we had sent to earth for some moments. Come back to us.. There is nothing you have which is you. We have just placed an illusion before you. You are not a body, you are not a living being, you are just a moment.
Farid was still walking and soon he saw the gate of his house. He could see the blue color of the gate. He sensed the lights of his house. Suddenly he realised there was no voice and nor were there any whispers . He could hear the sound of the insects whch were roaming near the lights of his house. He then went inside his house. The whispers had stopped and it was back to being a normal night
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Aap mujhe alfaazon me dhoondte ho
Rasta kya badle naam talak yaad nai, kahte ho mai to soona hoon aur tum toh ho hi nahi
Darta hoon yaadon se, yeh kaisi bechaini hai.. Gumnaam hi rahne do, mujhe bhoolne do
Kal jab aayega toh kahna mai tha hi nahi, unsiyat agar aaye toh taahedil rakhna, alfaaz kutch saste se lagte hain
Apne toh woh sirf aansoo hain, sambhalo use, us ke alawa kutch such nahi.
Rona achcha lagta hai, sukoon ka aur koi ihsaas nahi. Sub cheen lo bus yeh ashq mere apne hone do
Woh chehre ki shikan toh dekho, naa jaane kitne shikwe hai is main. Aap mujhe alfaazon me dhoondte ho
Monday, October 1, 2012
Independence day speech 2011
Dear friends
2 days from now we will be celebrating our independence day. It's an opportunity to celebrate the birth of our nation and to also express our gratitude to the millions of people who sacrificed either in lives or in kind so that we could get our freedom; freedom to live the way we wanted ;the freedom to live our choices
65 years we have come a long way. Sure we have many struggles which are unique to the Indian nation but at the same time, world is a witness to the fact that if there was ever a better time to be an Indian it is now .
In our own lifetime we have never seen the promise that we are witnessing today. A promise of a better future.; the promise of better living standards for our people.
And its not only about progress its also about celebrating many uniquenesses of our great nation . Our culture is an amalgamation of various religions castes, creeds and languages . Our existence and unity is a proud moment . Not many nations so young have been able to manage such diversity along with progress that we have made as a nation
65 years have been a tribute to the unity of our nation. A tribute to How people of various types have contributed to the making of our great nation.
Together we have succeeded.
Together we will have to fight the many challenges which will come our way.
Lastly I will end up with a question Nehru raised on the 1st day of our independence . Are we brave enough and wise enough to grasp this opportunity and accept the challenge of the future
Today standing here as an ordinary citizen of the great Indian nation I can proudly say, yes we are brave : yes we are wise and there has never been a better time than now.
Thanks with all the positivism
Jai Hind
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Give me the I
Give me the magic of I
Give me the energy of I
Give me the happiness of I
Give me the serenity of I
Take me off the you
Let I not go by you
Let I be the me
Let it like its feel
Give me the solitude
Give me the oneness
Give me the child
Give me the heart
I want to be I
I want to feel I
I want to live I
I want to believe I
Give me the day
Give me the night
Give me my life
Give me the I
Give me the I
Give me the energy of I
Give me the happiness of I
Give me the serenity of I
Take me off the you
Let I not go by you
Let I be the me
Let it like its feel
Give me the solitude
Give me the oneness
Give me the child
Give me the heart
I want to be I
I want to feel I
I want to live I
I want to believe I
Give me the day
Give me the night
Give me my life
Give me the I
Give me the I
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Farid and the jinn
Farid, the jinn and his story
this night was a bit different than the one in the past. In the stillness of the night, Farid felt a strange unease. He felt strange vibrations as if thoughts were going besides him and somehow they wanted to tell something to him. Since these were making him anxious, he felt somehing wrong was to happen. He thought of the earthquakes and the dogs who used to cry. He knew animals could predict events and more so if the events were catastrophic in nature. He felt maybe it was for something he shared with the animals that he was coming across some strange vibratioms. Like the animals, Farid too wanted to cry, but then he did not. He couldnot get the audacity of an animal and thus kept quite.
Soon it was time for sunrise and Farid felt asleep.
This was becoming a daily routine with Farid and his nights were all about his mind wandering from one thought to another. He could realise, it was not he who controlled his mind in the night. One day, Farid decided to share his plight with his mother. His mother on hearing it, was frightened and asked him not to sleep in his room and asked him to share the room with his younger brother Zaki. She was afraid some jinn has taken over Farid and he was possesed by him. Although she did not tell this to Farid, he realised his mother was thinking on those lines
Sleeping in Zaki's room hardly brought any respite to young Farid. He continued to remain awake and only difference over the past was Farid's irritation on why Zaki was able to sleep so early,while Farid could not. Farid's nights were spent largely alone, in a sense, he did not have anyone to speak to but himself.
One day,it was another usual night and Zaki had already slept and Farid saw a mouse jumping by his bed. For some reason Farid felt, the mouse wanted to tell something to him. He jumped after the mouse but it ran away and it made Farid virtually crestfallen. He felt as if his message was lost. Morning, he narrated the incident to his mother, who was frightened by the incident and realised her folly of not yet taking Farid to any Maulvi. His mother in her mind decicded, it was enough and she did not wish to lose her son to any jinn and it was high time to take Farid to a Maulvi.
After a couple of days Farid was called to join his uncle Anwar and mother on a journey to the nearby village of Barari. Barari was famous for its Baalooshahis and cure for those who suffered from possession by jinns and bhoots. Farid was very inquisitive on why he was being taken to Barari, but then in tune with his quite nature, did not ask anything and silently joined in. Wearing a white kurta,payjama and topi, Farid looked everybit of the madarsa boy his mother had always seen him as. Soon they were at Barari and were outside a small hut, which had few people standing outside. His uncle whispered something to his mother and soon the 3 entered inside the hut. Maulvi sahab was inside the hut and sitting on a small charpoy,which did not have any bedsheet on it. He was sitting silently on the charpoy and indicated his 3visitors in Farid, his mother and uncle to sit besides him.
Maulvi sahab had a look at the boy's forehead and asked his umcle,how long he has been like that, to which Farid's mother affirmed, right since he was born, something was not right about the boy. Maulvi sahab listened patiantly to each word of Farid's mom and gave her a bottle of water and advised her to offer a teaspoom of water to Farid every morning. His mother sounded worried and asked why Farid is like that, to which maulvi sahab replied,he will check and find out who is possessing Farid and will ask the jinn to leave him.
The same day Farid and the rest came back to the village. From the course of the journey to reaching his house Farid has not uttered a word and was just passive to everything around him. Farid's mother did try to make eye contavt with him, so as to humour him, but Farid was hardly interested and looked elsewhere. His mother was more worried, if Farid has gone into another level of insanehod and she was silently praying to Allah that his son becomes normal.
A few days later, Farid's mother came to him and gave the staple of the water,the Maulvi sahab had given to her. Suddenly she saw Farid crying and was in a very frightened state. His mother worried gently took Farid in her arms and tried to pacify him. However this was a different moment and Farid soon started shivering. His mother soon called others and with the help of a few people Farid was finally controlled. Soon after farid appeared completely normal and did not appear to be the shivering self, he was till a few moments ago. His mother then tried to talk to him and asked how he is feeling. Farid first was silent and then started speaking. His first word and Farid's mother was frightened. The voice was not of Farid and was of some old man.
Farid started saying why she is being given the water, which Maupvi sahab had given and he did not appreciate that. Farid also threatened to go destructive if he was everboffered that water again. However soon Farid's uncle Anwar also joined in and after seeing him Faridnbecame quite. What made him quite was beyond comprehension to Farid's mother, but she still was too happy to welcome it. Again she put herbhands on Farid's head and said, fine, whe will not give the water again. Farid by now had become normal and was becoming suspiscious why so much of fuss was around him. Soon after he himself took the bottle and drank afew teaspoons from that.
this night was a bit different than the one in the past. In the stillness of the night, Farid felt a strange unease. He felt strange vibrations as if thoughts were going besides him and somehow they wanted to tell something to him. Since these were making him anxious, he felt somehing wrong was to happen. He thought of the earthquakes and the dogs who used to cry. He knew animals could predict events and more so if the events were catastrophic in nature. He felt maybe it was for something he shared with the animals that he was coming across some strange vibratioms. Like the animals, Farid too wanted to cry, but then he did not. He couldnot get the audacity of an animal and thus kept quite.
Soon it was time for sunrise and Farid felt asleep.
This was becoming a daily routine with Farid and his nights were all about his mind wandering from one thought to another. He could realise, it was not he who controlled his mind in the night. One day, Farid decided to share his plight with his mother. His mother on hearing it, was frightened and asked him not to sleep in his room and asked him to share the room with his younger brother Zaki. She was afraid some jinn has taken over Farid and he was possesed by him. Although she did not tell this to Farid, he realised his mother was thinking on those lines
Sleeping in Zaki's room hardly brought any respite to young Farid. He continued to remain awake and only difference over the past was Farid's irritation on why Zaki was able to sleep so early,while Farid could not. Farid's nights were spent largely alone, in a sense, he did not have anyone to speak to but himself.
One day,it was another usual night and Zaki had already slept and Farid saw a mouse jumping by his bed. For some reason Farid felt, the mouse wanted to tell something to him. He jumped after the mouse but it ran away and it made Farid virtually crestfallen. He felt as if his message was lost. Morning, he narrated the incident to his mother, who was frightened by the incident and realised her folly of not yet taking Farid to any Maulvi. His mother in her mind decicded, it was enough and she did not wish to lose her son to any jinn and it was high time to take Farid to a Maulvi.
After a couple of days Farid was called to join his uncle Anwar and mother on a journey to the nearby village of Barari. Barari was famous for its Baalooshahis and cure for those who suffered from possession by jinns and bhoots. Farid was very inquisitive on why he was being taken to Barari, but then in tune with his quite nature, did not ask anything and silently joined in. Wearing a white kurta,payjama and topi, Farid looked everybit of the madarsa boy his mother had always seen him as. Soon they were at Barari and were outside a small hut, which had few people standing outside. His uncle whispered something to his mother and soon the 3 entered inside the hut. Maulvi sahab was inside the hut and sitting on a small charpoy,which did not have any bedsheet on it. He was sitting silently on the charpoy and indicated his 3visitors in Farid, his mother and uncle to sit besides him.
Maulvi sahab had a look at the boy's forehead and asked his umcle,how long he has been like that, to which Farid's mother affirmed, right since he was born, something was not right about the boy. Maulvi sahab listened patiantly to each word of Farid's mom and gave her a bottle of water and advised her to offer a teaspoom of water to Farid every morning. His mother sounded worried and asked why Farid is like that, to which maulvi sahab replied,he will check and find out who is possessing Farid and will ask the jinn to leave him.
The same day Farid and the rest came back to the village. From the course of the journey to reaching his house Farid has not uttered a word and was just passive to everything around him. Farid's mother did try to make eye contavt with him, so as to humour him, but Farid was hardly interested and looked elsewhere. His mother was more worried, if Farid has gone into another level of insanehod and she was silently praying to Allah that his son becomes normal.
A few days later, Farid's mother came to him and gave the staple of the water,the Maulvi sahab had given to her. Suddenly she saw Farid crying and was in a very frightened state. His mother worried gently took Farid in her arms and tried to pacify him. However this was a different moment and Farid soon started shivering. His mother soon called others and with the help of a few people Farid was finally controlled. Soon after farid appeared completely normal and did not appear to be the shivering self, he was till a few moments ago. His mother then tried to talk to him and asked how he is feeling. Farid first was silent and then started speaking. His first word and Farid's mother was frightened. The voice was not of Farid and was of some old man.
Farid started saying why she is being given the water, which Maupvi sahab had given and he did not appreciate that. Farid also threatened to go destructive if he was everboffered that water again. However soon Farid's uncle Anwar also joined in and after seeing him Faridnbecame quite. What made him quite was beyond comprehension to Farid's mother, but she still was too happy to welcome it. Again she put herbhands on Farid's head and said, fine, whe will not give the water again. Farid by now had become normal and was becoming suspiscious why so much of fuss was around him. Soon after he himself took the bottle and drank afew teaspoons from that.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Gimme my all
Gimme my music
I want to sing
I want to hum
Gimme all i want
I wanna just do it
Gimme my love
I wish to see
From her eyes
N my eyes closed
N i will do not else
Gimme my freedom
Take off my fear
I can do all
N all alone
I just want to be in I
Gimme the sky
I wish to live in
I dont like earth
Its not my place
I no like the color
Gimme my faith
All i needed
To live my own
I dont want
I want just my own
Gimme my wings
I wanna go flying
Ryt in the sky
I want to croon
I want to fly
Oh you God
Cant you hear
My wish is so lil
All it takes
N so it becomes
I want to sing
I want to hum
Gimme all i want
I wanna just do it
Gimme my love
I wish to see
From her eyes
N my eyes closed
N i will do not else
Gimme my freedom
Take off my fear
I can do all
N all alone
I just want to be in I
Gimme the sky
I wish to live in
I dont like earth
Its not my place
I no like the color
Gimme my faith
All i needed
To live my own
I dont want
I want just my own
Gimme my wings
I wanna go flying
Ryt in the sky
I want to croon
I want to fly
Oh you God
Cant you hear
My wish is so lil
All it takes
N so it becomes
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Dreams I live in
Dreams are what I want
Keeps me high n high
Never let's me come down
Never gets me any sorrow
Wanna be owned by my dreams
Dont want them to leave me
I fear the life
Maybe It wasn't for me
In my dreams, I croon
In my dreams, I sing
I do get my love also
Just that it's a dream
So be it
Better to dream than to live
Maybe you don't see my dreams
Maybe i am alone in it
Keeps me high n high
Never let's me come down
Never gets me any sorrow
Wanna be owned by my dreams
Dont want them to leave me
I fear the life
Maybe It wasn't for me
In my dreams, I croon
In my dreams, I sing
I do get my love also
Just that it's a dream
So be it
Better to dream than to live
Maybe you don't see my dreams
Maybe i am alone in it
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Look into your eyes
I see n I look into your eyes
Pretty are those and I see no else
A look into and I am lost
Looking for what,I no know
Dreams be you on me
As I know no else
And how do I see
My eyes are lost,looking into your eyes
Why He made you
Wish I,its for me and me be only
I can just live,looking at you
May I say,make I see no more
Do I look into you
Maybe a soul lost in the past
Chance be on mine and I saw your eyes
Wishes be kind and I live looking into your eyes
May I confess,I need no more
It was all for you
That I lived and learn
Now that you are,I may just live seeing
when you look into the eyes
They say,its me in love
Change be on me and I want it be true
I may say,over,just let me look into your eyes
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Pretty are those and I see no else
A look into and I am lost
Looking for what,I no know
Dreams be you on me
As I know no else
And how do I see
My eyes are lost,looking into your eyes
Why He made you
Wish I,its for me and me be only
I can just live,looking at you
May I say,make I see no more
Do I look into you
Maybe a soul lost in the past
Chance be on mine and I saw your eyes
Wishes be kind and I live looking into your eyes
May I confess,I need no more
It was all for you
That I lived and learn
Now that you are,I may just live seeing
when you look into the eyes
They say,its me in love
Change be on me and I want it be true
I may say,over,just let me look into your eyes
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Monday, September 20, 2010
Snake - tales from small town India
It was around 10 pm and Farid heard a noise.As he went out,he saw around 10-12 people walking fast.Farid 1st thought,it was some local fight which had taken place.But as he looked closely,he could hear the neighbourhood Chaiwala Hyder leading the crowd and also keeping 1 snake on a stick and saying,the snake is still alive.Someone in the crowd then suggested,put some ghee on the snake and then burn it to death.This idea had excited Haider and he went to his tea shop and brought some ghee and tried burning the snake.
Farid could see the joy in the eyes of the crowd as they burnt the snake.Suddenly,he could also hear,the snake is a Karate as its black and doesnot have a hood.The name spilled shivers in Farid's mind;he had read,a Karate bite can invite death within 2 hours.Farid felt relieved as the snake,whether Karate or some other one had been killed.
As it was touching 11 pm,Farid's Ammi called him inside.Why you are still outside;Am coming Ammi.Farid was anyways frightened,so did not have his usual hesitation of listening to his mother in getting inside.What if there were more snakes near his house and what if some snakes appears in front of his eyes.
Farid then slept and it was around 5 AM and he could hear a loud noise.Farid could hear the slogans of Har Har Mahadev and Allah o Akbar.Oh no,there are riots or what.Farid left his room and and went to his Ammi's room.Farid's Ammi told him of the Hindu - Muslim riots which have started in the city.
Farid was in a state of disbelief and was probably still in a state of half sleep.Later he was told,riots had happenned for the snake being killed.It was shocking for Farid,as he himself had seen the entire incident.
Farid's Ammi later told Farid that Hyder had been burnt alive.Farid's Ammi informed him as Hyder was going to get Ghee so as to burn the snake,one of Haider's neighbours had warned him,if he burnt the snake,Nag Baba will also destroy him in the same way.The man who warned Hyder was called Shiv and he owned a Halwai shop opposite Hyder's tea stall.
And at 4AM,when Hyder was sleeping on a bench,one man poured petrol on his body and then lit the match stick.Poor Hyder could only cry and later when he was taken to hospital,had only one word,Shiv killed me.
Hyder's death had in turn led to Muslims attacking shops owned by Hindus and vice versa.Riots had started and Farid was still wondering,had people known,the snake was not a Nag,but a Karate,there would have been no riots.
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Farid could see the joy in the eyes of the crowd as they burnt the snake.Suddenly,he could also hear,the snake is a Karate as its black and doesnot have a hood.The name spilled shivers in Farid's mind;he had read,a Karate bite can invite death within 2 hours.Farid felt relieved as the snake,whether Karate or some other one had been killed.
As it was touching 11 pm,Farid's Ammi called him inside.Why you are still outside;Am coming Ammi.Farid was anyways frightened,so did not have his usual hesitation of listening to his mother in getting inside.What if there were more snakes near his house and what if some snakes appears in front of his eyes.
Farid then slept and it was around 5 AM and he could hear a loud noise.Farid could hear the slogans of Har Har Mahadev and Allah o Akbar.Oh no,there are riots or what.Farid left his room and and went to his Ammi's room.Farid's Ammi told him of the Hindu - Muslim riots which have started in the city.
Farid was in a state of disbelief and was probably still in a state of half sleep.Later he was told,riots had happenned for the snake being killed.It was shocking for Farid,as he himself had seen the entire incident.
Farid's Ammi later told Farid that Hyder had been burnt alive.Farid's Ammi informed him as Hyder was going to get Ghee so as to burn the snake,one of Haider's neighbours had warned him,if he burnt the snake,Nag Baba will also destroy him in the same way.The man who warned Hyder was called Shiv and he owned a Halwai shop opposite Hyder's tea stall.
And at 4AM,when Hyder was sleeping on a bench,one man poured petrol on his body and then lit the match stick.Poor Hyder could only cry and later when he was taken to hospital,had only one word,Shiv killed me.
Hyder's death had in turn led to Muslims attacking shops owned by Hindus and vice versa.Riots had started and Farid was still wondering,had people known,the snake was not a Nag,but a Karate,there would have been no riots.
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Sunday, September 19, 2010
Clock is not time
Farid was alway inquisitive about time.Although,he never told anyone of it,he secretly doubted,if the day was actually of 24 hours.He had his alarm clock,which he always used to keep fast by 30 mins and of course,as he used to proudly brag, 30 mins faster than the wrist watch of my grand father.Keeping the watch faster was Farid's way of mocking at the very measurement of time and day.
Once,one of Farid's Mamu called up from London and his Ammi asked,have you finished dinner.Farid was shocked,as it was morning in his town.Farid went to his Ammi and asked,why you are checking,if Mamu has taken dinner or not.To his amazement,his Ammi told him,how watch at London is fast by 4 hours.
These small incidents were creating great doubts in young Farid's mind and he wanted to understand,if time is simply,how you keep you clock or was there something outside the clock in time.
One fine day,when,he was depressingly confused on the status of time,he went to his grandfather and asked,why different people are at different stages in clocks.Before his grandfather could answer,he asked how can time at India be different from the time at London.Now his grandfather could guage,he will have to answer his grandson;He smiled and replied,dear son,its not the poor clock,which changes time across different places.He then informed Farid,time has to do with what position earth is vis a vis sun,in the course of its rotation of sun.Farid genuinely loved the answer,he could finally see an absolute being in earth;the tried,tested and each day seen earth.
However this discovery of time being linked to earth's rotation of sun made Farid more belligerant and he fastened his alarm clock by further 30 mins and was not 1 hour faster than the wrist watch of his grandfather.Farid sensed a pride in doing it,as he could control time and it dint matter to him,if he could not control earth.
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Once,one of Farid's Mamu called up from London and his Ammi asked,have you finished dinner.Farid was shocked,as it was morning in his town.Farid went to his Ammi and asked,why you are checking,if Mamu has taken dinner or not.To his amazement,his Ammi told him,how watch at London is fast by 4 hours.
These small incidents were creating great doubts in young Farid's mind and he wanted to understand,if time is simply,how you keep you clock or was there something outside the clock in time.
One fine day,when,he was depressingly confused on the status of time,he went to his grandfather and asked,why different people are at different stages in clocks.Before his grandfather could answer,he asked how can time at India be different from the time at London.Now his grandfather could guage,he will have to answer his grandson;He smiled and replied,dear son,its not the poor clock,which changes time across different places.He then informed Farid,time has to do with what position earth is vis a vis sun,in the course of its rotation of sun.Farid genuinely loved the answer,he could finally see an absolute being in earth;the tried,tested and each day seen earth.
However this discovery of time being linked to earth's rotation of sun made Farid more belligerant and he fastened his alarm clock by further 30 mins and was not 1 hour faster than the wrist watch of his grandfather.Farid sensed a pride in doing it,as he could control time and it dint matter to him,if he could not control earth.
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Sunday, August 29, 2010
No title...to be continued
Farid wanted to become a fortune teller.Why he wanted to become so,he did not have answer for.Or to say,he could never explain his reasons for becoming a fortune teller.As a child,Farid was an inquisitive one,always eager to know the details.His inquistiveness often bugged others and few at times used to get irritated with his sets of questions.Once,there was a death in his family;his grand father's younger brother had died and Farid's 1st question to his father was,why he died and where,he went after his death.
The efforts of Farid's family in offering superficial answers were hardly of any help.Each time Farid asked a question and he was told some answer or the another.For example,when he asked,how God made Eve from Adam's ribs,his grandmother told him,this was God's ways of doing things and it will have the logic beyond the reasoning of human beings.In this case Farid refused to believe that Eve can be created in such a way and was also of the opinion that,it was 1st Eve,who was created than say Adam.
Farid had his own theories to each event in history.For him,maybe the god did not exist and events happens basis the ability of any stakeholder's ability to reason out the future.Person with better reasoning abilities prevail.Often Farid could enter into heated discussions with his relatives and only reason Farid used to quiten down was,he was not sure of his own logic.To be fair to Farid,winning an argument hardly mattered to him and it was always about increasing his ability to reason.
Farid loved Mazars and often used to spend time at Mazars.He believed in some connection with the dead and for him,the dead were the invisible soul,who could understand truth.As one day,he told his mother,Ammi,till we are alive,its not possible for us to know things,reason - an obvious preoccupation with multi things at one time.Farid believed,it takes a death to get relieved from desires and tensions and one needs death,so as to know the answer for all ultimate questions.
Farid often had great doubts on all aspects,the biggest one of which was time and existence.He often distrusted calendars and believed maybe these were just figments of human being's imaginations.To him,maybe the time did not exist and today,tomorrow and yesterday were just words of token value.He could believe in staticism of time and often said,time does not pass and we just feel the time passes.For him units of time were literary tokens than alignment to any physical science.
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The efforts of Farid's family in offering superficial answers were hardly of any help.Each time Farid asked a question and he was told some answer or the another.For example,when he asked,how God made Eve from Adam's ribs,his grandmother told him,this was God's ways of doing things and it will have the logic beyond the reasoning of human beings.In this case Farid refused to believe that Eve can be created in such a way and was also of the opinion that,it was 1st Eve,who was created than say Adam.
Farid had his own theories to each event in history.For him,maybe the god did not exist and events happens basis the ability of any stakeholder's ability to reason out the future.Person with better reasoning abilities prevail.Often Farid could enter into heated discussions with his relatives and only reason Farid used to quiten down was,he was not sure of his own logic.To be fair to Farid,winning an argument hardly mattered to him and it was always about increasing his ability to reason.
Farid loved Mazars and often used to spend time at Mazars.He believed in some connection with the dead and for him,the dead were the invisible soul,who could understand truth.As one day,he told his mother,Ammi,till we are alive,its not possible for us to know things,reason - an obvious preoccupation with multi things at one time.Farid believed,it takes a death to get relieved from desires and tensions and one needs death,so as to know the answer for all ultimate questions.
Farid often had great doubts on all aspects,the biggest one of which was time and existence.He often distrusted calendars and believed maybe these were just figments of human being's imaginations.To him,maybe the time did not exist and today,tomorrow and yesterday were just words of token value.He could believe in staticism of time and often said,time does not pass and we just feel the time passes.For him units of time were literary tokens than alignment to any physical science.
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Saturday, August 7, 2010
Devil's child
Farid loved rivers.To him,it was the origin of all.He loved its peace.He can't but just adore watching river.More often than not,it was his second home. As a child,his grandmother once told him,God made human beings from soil..Farid never believed it and suspected God must have used water and naturally his grandmother was wrong.
As a child,he was strange.He had an unique ability to remember everything on one go.His parents loved showcasing his ability to all,strangers included.But Farid detested this act of his parents.To him all human beings were the same and so were the ability to remember.
Farid was a also natural in doubting things.Once he was told,he has angels sitting on his shoulder,who write the good and the bad deeds.He doubted it.To him,seeing was believing and he had never seen angels.
For once,he had become a sort of rebel in his family.His unique ability of not believing made him different from others.He wanted to sense everything.It has to be physical or else,it dint exist.
With time,his doubts increased only.Of all his doubts,his parents were worried about his disbelief in God.He once told his father,he wants to see God.His father deeply resented the way his son was growing.He took him to numerous Maulanas,each of them offered his unique conclusion.
However Farid always listened to each word,the Maulanas were telling.He dint believe it but always felt,maybe they were right.Once,he was taken to a nearby town,twhere,1 Maulvi told his father,your son is being implanted words by the devils. While on the way back to home,Farid told his father,"I think,Maulana was right".His father looked at him and was stunned at the words.
For Farid,he was always being told by someone.Even when,he was being showcased for his unique ability to memorise,he had suspected,it was someone else,who was putting words in his mouth.
Soon,Farid started believing in he being the implant of a devil.He could see a purpose in his life.He has to work on behalf of someone.He sensed freedom in it.After all,he alike others doesnt have to think.He just needs to do what he was told to.
With time,he had become quiter and started getting into his own shell.He detested presence of people and always wished for solitude.He wanted to do something,which his master ordered him to.He was worried,presence of others would corrupt his senses.He wanted plain instructions.Do or say this and don't do this or don't say it.He sought his purpose in following.
His father who was growing older often tried to reason it out with him,telling him to mingle with people.He suspected,his solitude will bring further misery to him.For once,he even tried reasoning it out with him.Yet the last argument,he had with his son,discouraged him.Farid has talked about the purpose of devil.Farid mentioned,how the world will know of the good,till they know the bad and for Farid,he was the impersonation of the bad and the devil.
For Farid,the bad was equally important.He often reasoned,the good needs to be measured against the bad.Once he joked with his father,if he was not required,why God made 2 angels sit on shoulders and not one.He then laughed about it
As a child,he was strange.He had an unique ability to remember everything on one go.His parents loved showcasing his ability to all,strangers included.But Farid detested this act of his parents.To him all human beings were the same and so were the ability to remember.
Farid was a also natural in doubting things.Once he was told,he has angels sitting on his shoulder,who write the good and the bad deeds.He doubted it.To him,seeing was believing and he had never seen angels.
For once,he had become a sort of rebel in his family.His unique ability of not believing made him different from others.He wanted to sense everything.It has to be physical or else,it dint exist.
With time,his doubts increased only.Of all his doubts,his parents were worried about his disbelief in God.He once told his father,he wants to see God.His father deeply resented the way his son was growing.He took him to numerous Maulanas,each of them offered his unique conclusion.
However Farid always listened to each word,the Maulanas were telling.He dint believe it but always felt,maybe they were right.Once,he was taken to a nearby town,twhere,1 Maulvi told his father,your son is being implanted words by the devils. While on the way back to home,Farid told his father,"I think,Maulana was right".His father looked at him and was stunned at the words.
For Farid,he was always being told by someone.Even when,he was being showcased for his unique ability to memorise,he had suspected,it was someone else,who was putting words in his mouth.
Soon,Farid started believing in he being the implant of a devil.He could see a purpose in his life.He has to work on behalf of someone.He sensed freedom in it.After all,he alike others doesnt have to think.He just needs to do what he was told to.
With time,he had become quiter and started getting into his own shell.He detested presence of people and always wished for solitude.He wanted to do something,which his master ordered him to.He was worried,presence of others would corrupt his senses.He wanted plain instructions.Do or say this and don't do this or don't say it.He sought his purpose in following.
His father who was growing older often tried to reason it out with him,telling him to mingle with people.He suspected,his solitude will bring further misery to him.For once,he even tried reasoning it out with him.Yet the last argument,he had with his son,discouraged him.Farid has talked about the purpose of devil.Farid mentioned,how the world will know of the good,till they know the bad and for Farid,he was the impersonation of the bad and the devil.
For Farid,the bad was equally important.He often reasoned,the good needs to be measured against the bad.Once he joked with his father,if he was not required,why God made 2 angels sit on shoulders and not one.He then laughed about it
Monday, July 19, 2010
Who am I
Do you doubt if you exist.Asked the frail old lady.I don't know.Boy had not taken a fraction of second to answer.The lady was impressed with his confidence of ignorance.
But for the boy,he never pretended.He never had to.Somehow,he was the chosen child with all things known.His parents used to advise,you must grow up.But not for a once,he found anything wrong in himself.
At times,his questions embarassed him.He for instance believed he might not be a living being.After all,his existence depended upon the sense organs of him or for that matter of others.To him,believing anythng was always a challenge.
Often,he used to say,I have never seen myself.Why should I trust,I exist.For the sake of a man made mirror.I can't believe,he was fair complexioned.
He was full of doubts and doubted all.His grand mother once told him about God and how,he has created all.For once,he had believed her.But with time,he treated her grandmother's words like a sound,which was heard by his ears.
By the time,he had become a teenager,his parents had started getting worried about him.Multiple advices were sought from all corners.Once he heard his uncle saying,he was a punishment for the sins of his ancestors.
The boy liked the answer.He could sense the logic of his being.Soon he got more curious and asked his uncle,what if his ancestors had done good deeds.Uncle was not impressed.
Once in his village,an old lady came.She was revered by all villagers.It was said,she had the unique ability to get answers to all queries on her thumbnail.His parents of worry took him to the lady.
The lady had a glance at his face and asked,I was like you.I always doubted my self.However,by the time,I reached puberty,I had developed this unique knack of seeing all things on my thumbnail.I have a question and the moment I look at my nails,I have an answer.
The lady's mystery impressed the boy.He too wanted the thumbnail and asked,can I also have it.God's grace,said the frail old lady.
Sensing,the boy was getting inquisitive about her nails.she asked,do you have any question in your mind.Boy smiled and asked,who I am.
Both the lady and the boy had got the answers.Nails were clearly saying.You are a beautiful boy with correct questions.Just carry on
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But for the boy,he never pretended.He never had to.Somehow,he was the chosen child with all things known.His parents used to advise,you must grow up.But not for a once,he found anything wrong in himself.
At times,his questions embarassed him.He for instance believed he might not be a living being.After all,his existence depended upon the sense organs of him or for that matter of others.To him,believing anythng was always a challenge.
Often,he used to say,I have never seen myself.Why should I trust,I exist.For the sake of a man made mirror.I can't believe,he was fair complexioned.
He was full of doubts and doubted all.His grand mother once told him about God and how,he has created all.For once,he had believed her.But with time,he treated her grandmother's words like a sound,which was heard by his ears.
By the time,he had become a teenager,his parents had started getting worried about him.Multiple advices were sought from all corners.Once he heard his uncle saying,he was a punishment for the sins of his ancestors.
The boy liked the answer.He could sense the logic of his being.Soon he got more curious and asked his uncle,what if his ancestors had done good deeds.Uncle was not impressed.
Once in his village,an old lady came.She was revered by all villagers.It was said,she had the unique ability to get answers to all queries on her thumbnail.His parents of worry took him to the lady.
The lady had a glance at his face and asked,I was like you.I always doubted my self.However,by the time,I reached puberty,I had developed this unique knack of seeing all things on my thumbnail.I have a question and the moment I look at my nails,I have an answer.
The lady's mystery impressed the boy.He too wanted the thumbnail and asked,can I also have it.God's grace,said the frail old lady.
Sensing,the boy was getting inquisitive about her nails.she asked,do you have any question in your mind.Boy smiled and asked,who I am.
Both the lady and the boy had got the answers.Nails were clearly saying.You are a beautiful boy with correct questions.Just carry on
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Little boy, witch and the None
He said,he dint know.He has never heard of the question,leave aside the answer.For him,it was not he who used to decide and answer for him.
He believed,he was nothing or at best an actor.He need not believe in anything.His role was to tag on to a script.
He was sure,destiny was not his doing.It was created by others or maybe by None.To him,the None was the magical;the most powerful of all.
Once sitting below the sky,the thought came to his head,was sky his None.He looked up and could see the sky being immensely large for his eyes.For a second,he thought,it was None;the magical and the powerful
Soon he started feeling protected with sky around.To him,it was the answer.The none and the magical.Sky will be his consistent company and the omnipresent protector
Once came the rains and with it the mighty clouds.Boy was bewildered.He was afraid,maybe the clouds could kill him.The noise scared him.He had seen death in his family and started fearing the clouds.Maybe the clouds are after him,out to kill him
Disbelief has started creeping in him.Fear that the sky can't protect him from the clouds.He was more worried.He has lost his protector or maybe the protector has lost.
He felt depressed and melancholy.With time ,he developed the habit of talking to himself.He feared others will know of his habit.
He knew of the witches,who were flogged.Their fault being,they used to speak to self in loud.He empathised with them and wondered why do they flog the witches.
Then someone told him,he should share his thoughts with her.He soon told her,he is a witch and feared the villagers will soon kill him
She laughed and said,witches are women and he can't become a witch nor he was at the moment.He has got his answer,he can either be a man or be a witch.Both together was ruled out
He had got his answer,men can't be witches.He was worried,why he was so ready to believe her.He dint have an answer for that
He started meeting her more often.He thought of the girl as the answer.Once she told him,she has been sent by the God to him.He smiled and asked why so.Girl started and said,he should believe him
Although he felt hurt by the answer,he choose not to ask again.He was scared and had some unknown fear.Maybe she was like the food to him.Without it he will find it difficult to survive
He feared losing her.And oneday,she called him and told him,she is going to the faraway town.She was getting married.He smiled and said,he knew.The girl looked at his face and went back.
He believed,he was nothing or at best an actor.He need not believe in anything.His role was to tag on to a script.
He was sure,destiny was not his doing.It was created by others or maybe by None.To him,the None was the magical;the most powerful of all.
Once sitting below the sky,the thought came to his head,was sky his None.He looked up and could see the sky being immensely large for his eyes.For a second,he thought,it was None;the magical and the powerful
Soon he started feeling protected with sky around.To him,it was the answer.The none and the magical.Sky will be his consistent company and the omnipresent protector
Once came the rains and with it the mighty clouds.Boy was bewildered.He was afraid,maybe the clouds could kill him.The noise scared him.He had seen death in his family and started fearing the clouds.Maybe the clouds are after him,out to kill him
Disbelief has started creeping in him.Fear that the sky can't protect him from the clouds.He was more worried.He has lost his protector or maybe the protector has lost.
He felt depressed and melancholy.With time ,he developed the habit of talking to himself.He feared others will know of his habit.
He knew of the witches,who were flogged.Their fault being,they used to speak to self in loud.He empathised with them and wondered why do they flog the witches.
Then someone told him,he should share his thoughts with her.He soon told her,he is a witch and feared the villagers will soon kill him
She laughed and said,witches are women and he can't become a witch nor he was at the moment.He has got his answer,he can either be a man or be a witch.Both together was ruled out
He had got his answer,men can't be witches.He was worried,why he was so ready to believe her.He dint have an answer for that
He started meeting her more often.He thought of the girl as the answer.Once she told him,she has been sent by the God to him.He smiled and asked why so.Girl started and said,he should believe him
Although he felt hurt by the answer,he choose not to ask again.He was scared and had some unknown fear.Maybe she was like the food to him.Without it he will find it difficult to survive
He feared losing her.And oneday,she called him and told him,she is going to the faraway town.She was getting married.He smiled and said,he knew.The girl looked at his face and went back.
Monday, May 31, 2010
I dont know if i cry for real
Earth seems to be sleeping
An hour ,silence has a reign
Amidst the beauty
I want to say a thing
Say no be in words,but in tears
I have a cry to make
Am sure of your protect
Say no be I trust my tears
But why do I say
Maybe you want me the way
I don't wanna be the little boy
Who took the stillness of the night
Am so happy with peace
Even,Say no be enough for me
Take my pray and just content me
Hah I don't know,if I cry for real
Or its to make the I of me
It takes a still night
To get the I from me
My cries are not mine
You told me to just be in love
So am I,I won't cry
An hour ,silence has a reign
Amidst the beauty
I want to say a thing
Say no be in words,but in tears
I have a cry to make
Am sure of your protect
Say no be I trust my tears
But why do I say
Maybe you want me the way
I don't wanna be the little boy
Who took the stillness of the night
Am so happy with peace
Even,Say no be enough for me
Take my pray and just content me
Hah I don't know,if I cry for real
Or its to make the I of me
It takes a still night
To get the I from me
My cries are not mine
You told me to just be in love
So am I,I won't cry
Sunday, May 30, 2010
The Lonely Animal
The lonely animal
He never saw the behind
To a herd he belonged
Yet he never saw anyone
To he,it was he
Only and only
At times,he used to see
his own face
he used to doubt
If it were he or the another
mirrors,he dint believe into
he thought
Who made him and why he is lonely
But then he doubted his own self
Did he exist
Or is he just a thought
He reckoned
Maybe he was just energy
And not a being
Reconciled he was
Alone he was
But no more did it matter
He was not anything
He was for else
He has to do of his askings
No more was he lonely
The animal ceased to exist
He was no more he
He never saw the behind
To a herd he belonged
Yet he never saw anyone
To he,it was he
Only and only
At times,he used to see
his own face
he used to doubt
If it were he or the another
mirrors,he dint believe into
he thought
Who made him and why he is lonely
But then he doubted his own self
Did he exist
Or is he just a thought
He reckoned
Maybe he was just energy
And not a being
Reconciled he was
Alone he was
But no more did it matter
He was not anything
He was for else
He has to do of his askings
No more was he lonely
The animal ceased to exist
He was no more he
Saturday, May 22, 2010
I want to be I
Was it me
Heart and the body
Now Lost in colors and in shapes
Changed in colors
Wish to go back
In time and in era
I want to be I
Not to be you
Help me - wish me
I want to be I
To you ,I owe not
To I,owe my all
Let me do I need to
Want to say
Again and again
I want to be I
I Don't ask you
For the riches and the beings
I just wanna and dream
Help me wish me
Learnt from you
the way to live
Know,am ungrateful
But I want bliss
And not knowledge
I pray for my dreams;
My own dreams ofI want to be I
I want my innocence
I want my cheers
I want to love I
Beg you let me
I want to be I
I want to cry
I want to laugh
I want to walk
I want to croon
Bind me not
My dream remains:I want to be i
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Croon in silence
Wanna croon in silence
Dont wish you to hear.
Need the river, the mountain and the tree
to speak to me; in silence
to whisper to me in ; in love and in affection
You read my silence/You read my croonings
Not in words; in my sighs and in gestures
Wanna whisper to you, but not in words
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