Watching it going down the drain......silently

Water... the basic element for the existence and survival of life anywhere.....yet nature distributed it in its own unique way..there are places engulfed by water and places where a glass full is a blessing. When distributing this great treasure nature was kind to us,we live in a land of five rivers ... these rivers like veins carry life to every part of our land. When the blood flow stops, life comes to an end and death reins supreme....... for centuries these rivers have nurtured life, culture and traditions in this land but now as the blood flow weakens it is affecting the very basis of life. We watch this calamity taking place before our very eyes yet we chose to remain silent..... have we ever thought what is the reason that our riverbeds are becoming barren deserts......why our carriers of life are struggling for their own existence? 

 The analogy to veins makes the answer easier to explain......when jackals kill a strong prey they attack the jugular and then slowly the strength is sapped and the prey is killed......you ask why this land is weakening??? the answer is simple its jugular is in the clutches of jackals that are slowly sapping away its strength...trying to bring it to an end.....whether they succeed or not.... only time and the decisions we make will dictate the result.

Our source of life...the precious water is being stolen, diverted and stored as we silently watch, doing nothing but making weak protests by playing around with words while the enemy is making its actions speak louder than words. 

There's an old saying that a wise enemy is better than a foolish friend but in our case we are in a dilemma who's the enemy here ??? those fools that sit and watch the enemy have its way with something that belongs to this nation and its people or the wise enemy who is slowly sapping our strength.

Have as many composite dialogues as you want but if you forget the very cause of the disease , how do you intend to cure it?? Many many years ago a man, whom we have confined to wall hangings had told us that Kashmir is our jugular vein....but like many of his other sayings we have forgotten this one as well.......but even more pain full is the fact that our leaders have forgotten that without freeing the jugular from the enemies clutches there will be no water...no life ............no future!!!  May be there future is not linked to the existence of this land but where will you and i go and where will the 16 million people go, most of whom are ignorant of the approaching disaster.........it is time we speak up and let our leaders know that we will not let linguistic differences,  inter provincial hatred and the politics of greed make us forget this very serious and realistic problem...it is time to wake up and stop watching out future and life going down the drain....stop being silent and doing nothing it is time we gathered all the strength and intelligence we have and try to free our jugular from the clutches of the enemy.The vultures are already flexing their muscles to have a feast once the jackals have ravaged the lifeless carcass. Our source of life and existence is linked to our actions....and for all those who chose to remain silent for whatever reason i quote "In the end we will not remember the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends".

Rain, wind and the echoing silence

Today it rained and rained....; i silently watched it from my office window...the occasional clatter of thunder and lightning broke the flow of my thoughts ...i haven't written anything in days and wanted to write something but somehow for some strange reason couldn't gather those wild flying thoughts......just couldn't putt them together.....and then i thought sometimes its better not to say anything...sometimes silence has to be heard, felt and understood. Words become meaningless, they have too many limitations to convey what you want to say and express...but the urge to express is just too overwhelming. 

The constantly falling rain just won't go away and its drops and that aroma of soil mixed in the air and the feelings and emotions carried by the wind, just kept knocking the door of my senses, forcing to me to let my thoughts free, let them fly and join the wind on its never ending journey and mix with the aroma.... to be felt like the rain drops on the soil and not read like a combination of words.

As i stare out of the window, the wind just whispers to me, "the urge to write and express may be stronger but stronger still is the feeling of enjoying the silence echo and to be free from the bounds of time and space if only for a moment" ... as another flash of thunder disrupts my thoughts, i decide to end this piece here.....the urge to quietly hear the echoing silence has finally won the battle...

I trust you...

 Trust is a small word ...and the phrase "i trust you" is very commonly used.....but when this phrase is uttered, written or expressed, does the person saying it realy trsut you ? or is it possible that behind such confidence with which this phrase is said, there lingers a silent doubt or may be just a fear of the unknown.........

  There are some people whom you trust......oh now even i have used this very common phrase but lets move on with what i was saying.......you believe that when everybody will doubt you....even disown you these would be the few or may be just that one who would still stand by your side, take your hand and say.......do'nt worry i trust you....and suddenly all the despair is gone and there is peace in your soul.............but when there is even a hint of doubt from these people your hopes are dashed and you feel like a bird who has lost its way home in the dark..... so the next time you say "i trsut you" to someone make sure you mean it because your trust could change their world and your doubts can bring them down like a bird shot out from the skies................

(dedicated to the few...very few, i trust)

Of kings and king makers.......

On the battle ground stood a triumphant young man....wind blowing through his hair...eyes shinning with joy.....sweat on his brow speaking volumes about his efforts and endeavours.....confidence in every move he made. On the other end far far away in a dark room sat an old man ......a stack of books to one side and handwritten notes scattered to the other....walls decorated with maps and ancient calligraphy...... satisfaction and content brimming from his face; he donned a smile as he looked out of the window into the heavens .......this has been the story for centuries ......of kings and kingmakers.....

 Every pile of clay has the potential to become the finest pot but it is the talent and ability of a potter that changes that potential into a substantial existence........ a Katana is a simple sword but in the hands of a Samurai, it becomes a lethal weapon.....

 For some it is their destiny or may be a chosen course of action to bask in the sunshine of glory while others embark upon a more anonymous yet a far more influential path, they are the brain, the guiding force behind the success of great revolutions and kings. They are the teachers who nurture the budding talent and make a fledgling shoot a strong and solid tree. 

 In history we have heard the phrase "all hail the king"........i think we have credited king with success a bit too often. While Arthur ruled ...the man who ruled Arthur's thoughts and mind was Merlin.....Alexander may be remembered as "Alexander the great" but the key to greatness was the teaching of Aristotle. 

 As a kid and even today most of us want to be kings or at least be like kings.....but sometimes when i sit back and think i would want to be a kingmaker rather than a king .......... and experience the satisfaction of gazing out of the window of my dark serene room into the heavens and beyond and see the pile of clay taking shape and becoming a  cherished piece of art...............................................

 

But who hates the spotlight and you and i are no different...........

When you hit the bottom the only way to go is up

Despair, instability and a glimpse of chaos ; this is what is happening in the place we call home......everyday we ask ourselves the same set of questions when is this gonna end? how will it end? who will be our saviour? then we move on with our busy daily routines and forget about these questions.... never giving a moment to look for the answers..... the answer to these questions are very simple...each one of us is an answer...each one of us is accountable for the situation our homeland is in today....

 you say leaders are the problem.......corrupt leaders......government not doing enough..well the government didn't elect itself......we voted for these people didn't we......we trusted them to change our future without looking at what they had done in the past.

  Extremism playing havoc with our social fabric .....who's to blame.....didn't you and i let these so called preachers ; preach nothing but sectarianism......we didn't stop them then how do you presume you can stop them now when they have developed such a following ......

 Nepotism, favouritism.....but we have to ask ourselves are we not doing this.....??? Foreign hand destabilising our country??? who's becoming the handy man for those foreign forces........

 

 We had said goodbye to despair on the eve of independence........all divisions among us had disappeared in the pursuit of a common cause........we are a people who have laid down their lives for the honour of the green and white flag.......the sweat of our brow had provided the shine to the star and crescent.........but slowly we strayed from our course and today we stand at a cross roads where our existence is in question............the time to accept responsibility is now.....lest we may not even be alive to repent

  

We have hit the bottom and now the only way to go is up.......and there is not gonna be any ride that we can hitch to get there ...step by step inch by inch we are gonna have to get there ourselves even if we have to crawl....we have to believe in our abilities .....make wiser decisions as a nation.....we need to unite and firstly accept that there are problems we need to resolve then the solutions will come forward.....we will have to take care of the seconds and then minutes, hours, days and centuries will take care of themselves.......we will have to say no to sectarianism, religious hatred.....regional and lingual biases. We will have to chose our leaders more wisely and these leaders are there among us ....only those who know how you and i feel can provide a solution for our woes..........our fate is in our own hands...we are the ones responsible for what will happen to us....... each one of us is a solution to our woes.....all we have to do is to wake up to this responsibility and play our role...it is time we rose from the ashes like a Phoenix..........and 17 million hopes, efforts and wills can certainly rekindle this dying flame.

50 years young :)....

The global icon of eternal youth.... an inspiration to girls all over the world....turned 50 on 9th March ...... almost all girls and a few boys love this character........may be because it embodies their dream of beauty, glamour, style and a have it all lifestyle........even at 50 she seems as young and classy as ever....the popularity of this doll as such an icon makes me think...may be everybody needs an ideal, an inspiration ...just something to believe in. We all need our little world where we can be what we want to be ......barbie unlocks the door to that wonderland for all the Alices out there................

 i must admit even at 50 she looks more stunning than many 20 year olds out there :P............

 

  

Nostalgia

Nostalgia........it is something amazing .........you just step back into time and close your eyes and everything that was there once........ returns!!! 

 Some would say its our own memory, our mind playing tricks with us......making us see what is'nt there..... but the way i see it its something much more than that........its about the bond you develop with people, places.........even things...

 that feeling you get when you walk past the play ground where you played in your childhood, that sudden something that brings a smile to your face when you open that old text book and find that note written by a friend........., that something that brings that tear to your eyes when you walk past that bench where you sat with your departed friend whom will never come back.......thats Noatalgia !!!............its just grips you and takes you for a roller coster ride into your past.......it is a feeling far more amazing and gripping than love, hatred, friendship and everything else because it is that one feeling that brings all of it back........its that magic door that allows you to revisit your past...where evrythng is as it used to be..........it could give you tears...its could bring a smile in the most adverse of times........that is the magic..........that is nostalgia