December 26, 2008

New Year Resolution

Yipee....Finally I got a mail....Someone ready to try at blogging or rather someone curious to know how his first blog goes....
Just few hours back, I recieved a piece of 'original' writing from my fellow class mate "D.KEERTHI ADITHYA"
Here goes the first blog on this blogspot from a fellow class mate

I have seen the world in its stone age,
People fought to take away life.
I have seen the world in its middle age,
People stabbed to take away life.
I have seen the world in its present age,
People shoot to take away life.
I know what's coming next.
So let us join hands this NEW YEAR
Not to see the future but to

(Keerthi Adithya is a fellow class mate and a really nice guy with a fantastic I.Q. He is currently the topper in autocad at college and trust me guys, he can already compete with the best autocad engineers around...!)

Great work Adithya and really thanks for starting this whole thing...hope to get some more blogs from you very soon..
And yeah....hope to get some more mails from other peers as well...!

The New Age Bloggers

It's almost been seven months since the day I started blogging with the URL '2virginz' but unfortunately I was never able to find the second virgin....!
Always looking out for a blogging partner with an original view and opinion and most importantly an original style of writing.....but as all of you folks already know...all I found were rejections and some depressing depressions.....there was nobody ready to waste few moments of their precious lives on this piece of messed up blog........!!!
and finally when I had lost all the hope......
There was a DIVIN3 INTERVENT!ION....(as always..!!!)

Honestly and genuinely speaking, the best thing that happened with me over the last 4 months was that Oral Presentation which I have already blogged about...The hectic college schedule and the un welcoming hostel food had already taken a toll on my add to the misery my assignments and tests were going pretty bad and the home sickness was creeping in but thanks God I finally managed to do well in something at last......

The thing is....actually after that Presentation about blogs....many of my class mates asked me the question...."HOW DO WE MAKE A BLOG?" or "HOW TO BLOG?" ...even though how much confusing they sounded....I knew the actual question was......"HOW DO WE EARN FROM BLOGS?"....!!!
Come on folks...No, need to feel shy or embarassed......we all get curious when it's about making money....and it was really satisfying to know that I had generated interest in my fellow peers about something at least....
So keeping this interest in my mind, I remembered how I myself started blogging with a dream of making some big bucks and how ultimately the whole mission changed from money making to freedom of expression...still remember how the whole idea of blogging cleared in my mind and I realised it was much more fun without the cheques of 'Google adsense' or for that matter any money making software.....The pure joy of freedom of expression is much more fun than any wealth which the world has to offer......ultimately I realised that recieving an encouraging comment on a blog or starting a national discussion was even better feeling than having few dollars in 'Google Adsense' account.....
finally the best thing was...knowing that someone was ready to hear what I had to say...!!!

With the same hope for some of my fellow peers who are pretty curious to know...'How to make their own blog' (or should I better say, How to earn a fortune...!!!)
I have pursued some of them to start writing stuff...any stuff...any damn topic about anything and everything from their own personal and private issues to any public issue...their poems their most stupidest jokes, the places they visit, their college life, their holidays, their childhood, their school...their lives or even the lives of their neghbours!...the people they love or they hate..even their crushes, their songs, their talents their experiences...just anything they can think of (but only if it doesn't hurt the sentiments of my college authorities!!!)

Actually the fact is...there is a blogger hidden in everyone of us, ready to explode with the pure joy and freedom of expressing his views and opinions...and I am here ready to start an adventure with the same aim of discovering some bloggers who can write about stuff and express themselves freely and honestly....
Here in this all new section 'BITS and pieces' , some of my fellow peers and class mates will be writing stuff (hopefully they agree to spare some time out of their hectic college schedule to type in a few lines)....just any stuff..........and let's see how it goes...

Anyone and everyone can participate by sending some of your writings to (anything and everything is accepted as long as it's your own work and not just any copied work)

Hope we land upon some discussions, agreements and arguments....some opinions and some unheard stories......hope we will discover some true spirited expressing souls in the process.......
Keeping my fingers crossed, for the first time I don't know what explosive piece of writing are we gonna come across.......let's hope we make this "BITS and pieces" a big online revolution or let's put it in a much more humbler way.....a big classroom of discussion over any damn issue or a big class room of unheard stories and unknown experiences from our fellow well known peers....even better let it be a place where every body gets his fair chance at expressing himself to the extent he or she feels satisfied.......!!!!

Let's start typing some true lines....!!!!!!
BEST of luck to me and all of us.......(Hope I get few mails soon....!!!)

December 25, 2008

The other half of the story ...(The Oral Presentation)

Folks, it’s been quite some time since I sat in front of my laptop and typed in a few lines....actually 4 months now since I last blogged...and I still remember leaving blogging at the crucial time when my internet traffic was at its all time peak.... I am once again, reborn and real...matured and grown up...with an all new perspective but the same old passion for the freedom of expression...Here is the other half of my story....the story of rebirth and return to the world of blogging....

Last 4 months have been one hell of a entire ocean away from home...caught here in the middle of a concrete jungle surrounded by vast deserts and unending I stand in the middle of the world fastest growing city......Dubai
Well...No, don’t jump to any conclusion too soon.....I didn’t get recruited by any underworld agency...hahaha (lolz that sounded ‘sensitively’ funny!) nor did I run away from troubled motherland to the lure of foreign treasures.....
Actually the fact is......finally my homies decided enough was enough, frustrated with me sitting idle at home they sent some applications to the colleges far away from home......and some college accepted to take me in and the college happens to be far away from home in the cosmopolitan Dubai...

It has been a roller coaster ride ever since...Beginning on 26th august when I left home in the middle of a war like situation..(actually on the verge of a civil war)....still remember being escorted to the airport in the middle of the most strict curfew imaginable by one police (state police) vehicle at the front and one at the some state police officials in the car, just in case the Indian army and the paramilitary forces didn’t approve of our curfew pass and decided otherwise...! (trust me friends, thanks to some state police officials or I would have been as unfortunate as that unborn child which died in the womb of her mother only because he couldn’t reach hospital that very day...!!!)

I remember my last blog was titled “Kashmir on the verge of peoples revolution” and it got a pretty decent response from people all over...but unfortunately I was never able to blog the other half of the story...the other half after the hope of that ‘Historic Eidgah’...the other miserable half which spoke of brutal suppression and aggression which followed the very few days of people power....a suppression which shut away the last ray of light which had managed to come into the dark valley in two decades...
Well by now all of us know the other half of the story.....The uprising was crushed and the revolution remained a dreamer’s fantasy...
I don’t wanna discuss it any longer because it hurts to remind myself of the same old story......story of how the people got together and decided to bring about the change and how the changer never the people got crushed whenever they tried to stand up and hurts to make myself go through the same shit again and I better leave this time the discussions for the various biased political parties who fight for the greed and power...and the lure of rulling the earthly heaven...!!!
Trust me, the people are again left alone in the middle of nowhere with no one to turn to...well not in the middle of nowhere, but lemme better say in the middle of their own land...a cursed land which people over time have learned to call...”NO MAN’S LAND”...(actually, that land is not any no man’s’s my people’s land...) promised already...I have decided not to discuss the same political shit time and again when I know it won’t make any difference on this earth...when we got such great leaders and politicians and when I know any revolution can be suppressed by an armed forced suppression and agression....
Come realistic, this ain’t any Gandhi’s world where people will continue facing the aggression and suppression with no force but a non-violent will to suffer eternally until the oppressor decides mercy...!!!
No this really aint any Gandhi’s I better shut up and let the “big dogs” do the barking....!!! (bow bow bow...........let them talk...!!!..I must confess I can’t hide my frustration and anger at the some tall figures who move around dressed as hypothetical messiahs..!!!) let me stop the same old depressing shit and move onto the other half of the story....No, not the miserable half of my land’s story but the other half of MY OWN STORY.........

Imagine standing on top of the world and shouting out loud so that the whole world could hear you...expressing what you feel and what you believe...your opinions, your views, your likes and dislikes...discussing your personal issues...shouting out loud and the whole world listening to what you think and reading what you write...
Imagine the entire humanity filling your pockets with all the money in this world; thanking you for the mere effort of expressing yourself....”
”Imagine a world where you get paid for expressing yourself...”

These were the few lines which I spoke at the beginning of my oral presentation in college....Yes, folks that’s what woke me up from my deep slumber of four months and motivated me once again to start blogging....
Remember how confusing my last blog sounded..??? “The Rebirth..And he was born again..” (hope some of you have read it...and got confused...and maybe then swore not to read any text from this messed up blog from some psycho blogger...!)
(I even got some comments on that blog, stating it the most confusing piece of aimless writing!)
I totally agree with the comments...
So well moving on to clear the I go on to narrate the second half of my confused story in a rather much less confusing way....

Totally confused, I woke up at 7.42 am on the early Tuesday morning...
I had totally forgotten that it was my assignment day and I was supposed to be all prepared by 6 am....the day I was supposed to stand up in front of the whole class, properly dressed and give a proper ‘corporate like’ presentation on any topic of my choice...and the topic I had chosen.........
well it won’t take any genius to figure out.....“Internet Blogging”...!
Just try to imagine what I must be going through when a friend called me up at 7.42 am...and woke me up from my sleep shouting and cursing that I was up next for presentation in 5 minutes...!!!
What a way to wake up......”as if the guy on the phone had just said, sorry to say dear but you are screwed...royally screwed..!”
I woke up in my hostel room...totally shivering and trembling...just to confirm peeping out from the window, I could see “The Burj Dubai” standing tall.....Now, for sure this wasn’t just any bad dream but an unseen reality.....
Chaos and panic ran wild in my mind which went nuts and couldn’t realise what the hell had it just heard....Instinctively the first thing struck my mind was to rush to college which thank god was just 5 minutes walk away from hostel.....but then the second thought which reminded me that it was supposed to be a formal presentation given in the most corporate and professional style...thus I turned to the mirror and in no way I could have went through with this in such a terrible looking miserable unshaven face..........!

Adrenaline pumping...I took the trimmer, trimmed myself !
put some toothpaste in my mouth and never brushed!
Jumped into the shower and came out clean in record time of 2 minutes...smashed my wardrobe searching for friends formal shirt...took out the brown coloured (actually rust) shirt, then the formal trousers, the shoe....I knew I was missing something, but didn’t know what it was....I had already taken the USB Pen Drive which contained my all important slide show on the topic...
Oh yes, of course just to mention how disastrous it was...My speech was missing and my script was basically it was..."dressing up for a suicide mission..!!!!”
Ran to the college and in the half way another guy who was running with me for the same cause, asked me....Where was my tie..!!!!
Ahh...I can’t describe that feeling when you are racing like an Olympic sprinter, leading the track and in the midway someone tells you that you forgot to start from the starting point and you need to start again..!
So I had to go back run to my room..(which thank God happens to be in the ground floor) and put on my friends slim black tie and run back again to my class.....(hey...I never wanted to lose any marks on looks..!!!)

I knew I was already terribly late...breathless, I entered the class, I knew I was on next...unprepared and unrehearsed...
I walked to the front of the class...inserted my USB into the computer and switched on the projector....
Breathless....but an adrenaline rush which gave me no time to realise that I was standing alone here in front of almost 67 students with no speech and no preparation...and no time to realise that it is going to be total embarrassment and insult on my reputation........

But then...”there was a divine intervention” (as always.....!!!!!!!!!!)
I started with the few lines which I have already written at the beginning of this blog...and then I don’t know from where the hell the words came or from where the hell the confidence came....but I went on and on and on for next 6minutes and 11 seconds crossing the time limit of 5 minutes....shouting out loudly and interestingly about the topic...’blogging’...the best thing was the attention and response from crowd which laughed when I tried to make them laugh and which listened so curiously when I told them about the secrets of blogging for money and Google Adsense....I still don’t know what it actually extempo or an advertisement of my blog.....!
The whole time consciously or unconsciously, I kept mentioning time and again about my very own blog!!!...and now when I look back at feels embarrassing to be boasting about your small, little, tiny unimportant blog....hehehhe
But at the same time it gives me enough pleasure and satisfaction the fact that being unprepared and still able to speak some interesting shit....!!!
And then, I concluded with the following lines
“We all deserve to be heard and discussed...what we need to do is go home, open a blog host and type in our very own blog that one day we can proudly say that, I was a part of the revolution...the most powerful and the most unique revolution which made me millions in dollars and billions in people support...a revolution which allowed me to take the charge and lead the discussions through continuous online postings and top the money list through regular cheques...a blogging revolution”

“Start expressing.....Start blogging.....Start earning....”

And yet somehow at the end, I don’t know how and why...after my conclusion at the very end while mentioning my resource and reference, the websites from where I got the content for my slide show.......
Unconsciously.... I mentioned at the very last....”friends you will very soon find a blog about this very presentation on my blog....that is... Saints Are Coming.......”

Whoa...!!! the response I, can’t still believe...such a loud cheer and applause....some 'Hi fives' as I walked towards mam...our instructor and evaluator......and she said, “very confident, very interesting....very very just lost two marks for putting in a lot of content in too little rushed a little...otherwise excellent....”
Then as I moved towards my favourite last seat (lately a back bencher!)...the whole group of buddies congratulated me and some even called it the best presentation from our class and some were curious to know how to start blogging or how to make money.........
ahh...and it was such a satisfying feeling when a class mate said I looked good in the formals........!!!!
(I even got the slide show and the video of the presentation which I will be uploading as soon as my hostel internet speeds up...!!!)

Folks...No don’t get furious...I know I can get very irritating at times.....but seriously trust me...I am not trying to glorify myself, rather trying to tell you the second half of my true story...which made me realise that I am a blogger....
Happy and satisfied as I went back to the hostel in the evening....
Something from my presentation struck my mind.......... “friends you will very soon find a blog about this very presentation on my blog....that is... Saints Are Coming.......”

And as I am writing this blog

"Unconsciously my mind had spoken what my heart wanted to say since a long time.....A return to the world of blogging......!"
4 long months of separation but the desire is still there...........The fire still burns...!
As I have already said in my presentation....“It’s about the pure joy of freedom of expression”
And I knew now, this was my soul calling me to return to the world where I could express myself....a return to the magical world of internet blogging...............AND HE WAS BORN AGAIN....!!!

(Since my college doesn’t approve of blogging on controversial and political issues, I have decided to restrain from writing about any such topic....Moreover, since I am already over burdened with the hectic schedule of regular tests and assignments, I hardly find time to blog with the same dedication as I used to before...Sorry for the inconvenience caused...(if at all caused...!!!)
But trust me folks the desire to speak up and speak out is still there...the freedom of expression is still free...!!!!)

December 19, 2008


A smart, young, dedicated, (virgin) fellow blogger required…!

MIRALLIONZ® is searching for a blogger with enough creativity and talent to share half the work load of blogging…(Actually it’s not about work load...I am pretty sufficient to write all the blogs myself!)

But it’s actually that sometimes, I run dry!…I mean a total mental block when words fail me….or when I can’t figure out a different way to write my stuff…(I seriously feel ashamed at the fact that my shit doesn’t seem to make sense to anybody else than me...!
Moreover, all my blogs are written with the same tone and same pace which would make it really boring for all ya folks out there)

The whole concept of my blogs to be named as” was based on the fact that it would be two people with their OR!G!NAL opinions and their own D!V!N3 ways of writing blogs…presenting their own OR!G!NAL views and reviews…

well; one virgin is right here blogging his brain out since almost a month!
but still struggling to find the 2nd virgin who would finally make the whole concept come to life…
A fellow blogger is seriously wanted…"THE SAINTS NEED A 2nd VIRGIN..!"

Any one interested :-
*may post some comments below…or,
*contact me directly through e-mail ..or,
*scrap me on Orkut by searching my profile with same e-mail id

And yeah, if successful…2virginz might earn some pretty good money as well…(Blogging for money...Think about it)

So what you waiting for???
Be a part of this RENAISSANCE…contact me now


December 18, 2008

The Rebirth... ("And he was born again")

"Dark clouds in the sky, mist in the air.....concrete jungle on one side and vast deserts on the other...At the far end of the east and the starting of entire ocean from home...he slept as if dead....!"

7.42am in the early Tuesday morning of a fateful 16 December...
A voice shouted through the device they called as cell phone.... “WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU????"
"Idiot...You are up next”
“Unbelievable...You still sleeping...4 months and still not enough...!!!”
“Damn it...You are next...5 minutes to go”

He woke up sweating...shocked, tensed, furious, SCARED and excited...all the feelings running simultaneously through his lazy soul...
An adrenaline rush unlike any other, which forced him to run to the bathroom, brush his teeth, wash his body, wear his well ironed trousers...his well ironed shirt...his well polished shoes...and finally his stylish tie...all in a record time of 6 minutes...!
The script was missing and the speech was was the making of a total disaster...dejected and depressed; he looked straight into the mirror only to be surprised how he had changed in these 4 months....daring to look into his own eyes, shivering and trembling...amidst the shadow of his dark circles were the eyes...the same eyes as he had last seen them, looking back into him with all the innocence and simplicity reminding him of his paradise... an old feeling in this new instinct in his heart which told him to go and face the unknown, a hidden confidence asking him to step out unprepared and un rehearsed...challenging him to have the heart and face the music...
Yet again, this wasn’t home...not the soothing smell of his land, a land he had grown up calling paradise...still and stunned he stood trying to face himself...
Another deep look into his eyes................
And finally a miracle..!!!...A twinkle in the eye which shouted out loud...”Jack ass stop wasting your time!.......Idiot wake up....Damn it, for heaven’s sake.... YOU ARE A GOD DAMN BLOGGER!!!!"
It took him 4 long months until he finally realised that this voice was not just any sound in the air, but a voice from a soul...his own soul....a voice meant for him...........
”FUCK OFF...I know I'm a blogger, he shouted back”... stepping out to face the unknown...!

4 months of loneliness and here he was back again on his feet trying to realise how fast had life moved on...forgiven and forgotten ready to step back into the world which had given him so much to cheer for....
Let me tell you this was one heck of a jack ass....ready to rub his ass once again...moving ahead, unprepared and un rehearsed unlike any other ass in this world...he was one heck of a jack ass....!!!
“A soul re awaken from the deepest depths of a slumber that almost made it forget its purpose in life...!”
Folks........And he was born again

August 24, 2008

Kashmir on the verge of people's revolution(Part-II)

Thursday was followed by a historic Friday when the world witnessed the true rise of a giant…An awakening, a united resistance…A people’s revolution
"Eidgah Chalo" call by the separatist Hurriyat Conference was met by a tremendous and unprecedented public response…A massive crowd of well over a million ordinary suffering Kashmiri’s marched towards the historic Eidgah grounds and gathered for pro-freedom slogans and even more attended the Friday prayers calling for a revolution…
The over whelming numbers in itself is a history in the making…the whole valley had united for a common cause…the most fascinating thing about the protests in Kashmir is that unlike Jammu, all the religious parties stood shoulder to shoulder…non-muslims and muslims alike for one cause…The suffering fruit growers unable to trade with the markets in rest of the country due to highway blockade, showered the sea of people with apples as if it was raining apples for the protestors…the martyrs were remembered and their suffering families got the deserving respect…such a tremendous sense of kashmiri nationalism as never seen before
Amazingly the whole sea of people went unnoticed in the national (Indian) media which never highlighted the fact that over one million ‘PEACEFULL’ protestors shouted for freedom and independence…
All the Indian media managed to report was that a bunch of people led by separatists carrying anti national green flags carried a rally to Eidgah grounds...!!!
Wake up people…this is no longer a separatist led movement…they are mere spectators…It’s a people’s movement…
The most important fact being that the pro-Pakistan slogans were replaced by pro-independence or rather pro-freedom slogans…Literally every Kashmiri including the very old woman and the very young children were shouting for freedom….!!!
This truly can be put as a beginning of a revolution when Kashmiri people have decided to put an end to this life of misery and grief, a life of despair and disparity, a life of struggle for the very basic human rights to survive…This is the time to undo the curse of the ‘cursed heaven’…never before in our history, not even in 1990 such a movement was witnessed which was entirely a peoples movement…this time the leaders are mere spectators and have been led by the people and the people unlike the early 1990’s are un armed and using non-violent ways to protest…the slogans for Pakistan have given way to slogans for freedom…this is entirely a peoples movements…a peoples struggle…
The martyrs of this land have sacrificed their souls for a generation of intellectual protestors who have decided to follow the non-violent resistance like the great Mahatma Gandhi…
The optimism in the eyes of the common people is quite easily visible but it’s rather hard to believe that we can ever be independent…though the people sense a revolution coming, but it’s rather difficult to even think of independence when we actually are so dependent…!!!!!
The spirit and the will of people isn’t ready to realize the fact that India is not just any ordinary country but a prosperous and flourishing nation with a very strong military…
The Indian military hasn’t yet retaliated to the pro-freedom slogans…It’s just a matter of time before the armed forces decide to end this aimless show or the so called mass movement….and when that day comes, we won’t have any place to hide or run to…we won’t be able to resist the brute force and the piercing bullets that will shatter our homes and our dreams too…we will bleed and we will suffer…we will die in pain and anguish over the fact that we never got what we deserved and what was rightly ours…once the men in uniforms and the men in arms come searching for us, we won’t have a place to hide….the freedom which has been stolen from us will never be ours….
BUT…world has witnessed the most amazing turnover’s in its history…so many times have we seen the impossible and unbelievable happen…take the example of India which over turned the imperial British Empire to win it’s freedom or the great revolutions of Europe and America…
The people hold the ultimate power to rule and to ruin any kingdom…it’s the people who hold the supreme strength…
In recent days we have seen many intellectual Indians such as the Bookers Prize winner Arundhati Roy supporting the Kashmir cause…many other intellectuals in India have questioned the Indian democracy for suppressing the will of Kashmiri people when the people are struggling for basic survival leave aside freedom….Why can’t the people push towards the United Nations solution to the whole dispute…A justified PLEBISCITE….??? Doesn’t that sound fair enough???...and even if it ever happens we all know that most of the kashmiris from Azad Kashmir (Pakistan Occupied Kashmir) will vote against Pakistan and most of kashmiris from Indian Occupied Kashmir will vote against India…That will mean an independent Kashmir…!
Although it sounds great on paper but the fact remains that independent Kashmir is an impossible existence….!!!
In the midst of all the politics and all the drama, we the common Kashmiris suffer every day and every night…We are the children of despair and grief….WE ARE A CURSED BUNCH OF PEOPLE LIVING IN THE CURSED PARADISE….!!!
I guess the media can no longer hide the fact that this is no longer a protest over the Amarnath Land Row or any fight with communal forces in India…but this is much more of a mass awakening to the much bigger Kashmir issue… The massive public movement for freedom and the peaceful unarmed protestors (ready to stand up against the strongest and the most brutal enemy for freedom) makes an intellectual think that a revolution is a genuine possibility…we got all what it takes to begin a revolution…now all we need is an unselfish leader who will guide through the right track to a land of peace and salvation…..and that’s what I think this revolution lacks….a great leader fighting for the sake of kashmir…
What so ever happens in the coming thing is for sure…blood will be shed…it might be a bloody revolution which will either manage to give us our freedom and basic human rights or it will be a mass murder brutality which will give a life even more miserable than the one we already have….
Personally, I wish we continue to be a part of the prospering BRIC countries (Brasil,Russia,India,China) and I wish the future of my fellow peers would not be lost in this so called revolution which seems to be fighting a lost battle….Moreover the innocent youth is protesting as if celebrating an event or as if on the verge of victory…but least they know that the way ahead is the most difficult and hardest with unseen dangers and unthinkable risks that may ruin their future or even take away their precious lives…!
I am leaving for college in Middle East and I have no idea that by the time I come back what history would have written for my people…Freedom is all what we seek….!!!
Monday has been declared the day for carrying a pro-freedom rally to Lal Chowk (Lal Chowk Chalo)…I guess we will see even more people attend the peaceful agitation and cry for freedom…Expect to see Ghanta Ghar (clock tower in the middle of Lal Chowk) covered with green flags…
I don’t know if I ever will be able to blog again or not…I don’t know what fate holds for me…I don’t know what turn history will take at this important time for both me and my valley….!!
Well, I better start packing my stuff for college before it’s too late….It’s quite an exhausting job when you have to pack your stuff in such chaos …I don’t know when will I be able to meet you guys next time, until then good bye and stay well….
And yes, one request to all you folks out there reading this blog...try to uncover the realistic truth behind the superficial truths which the biased Indian media will put in front of your unaware eyes in the coming days….Know both the sides of story before forming any opinion over the Kashmir issue…
If you can then pray for my valley which is crying out for help and a revolution seems not so unlikely possibility…May God bless Kashmir with enough strength to fight through these difficult darks days into the days of freedom and prosperity...

Freedom Blogger...Signing out indefinitely

August 23, 2008

Kashmir on the verge of a people's revolution (PART-I)

"A sleeping giant waking up to this world of injustice and oppression"

It was Thursday, The last day of the three day deal which Hurriyat conference had announced for giving people a breather before another week of continuous strike and protests….
Sensing the urgency in the eyes of every Kashmiri rushing to markets that this might be the last day when day get a chance to go out and buy themselves a bag of rice before their lives get crippled again with the indefinite strikes and curfews…Even I rushed to the overcrowded and busy Lal Chowk (city centre)….No, not to buy any rice or processed food packs of the Italian pasta or Chinese chowmein but instead to buy my essential stock of groceries and clothing to help me survive in college…
Yea finally I found a college ready to take me in...The current scenario doesn’t allow a Kashmiri to live freely in India (AS IF WE WERE LIVING FREELY IN OUR OWN VALLEY….!!!)
Most of the Kashmiris living or studying in the more greener pastures of India don’t feel secure anymore…Thanks to the communal forces acting in this great nation that forced me to go for college to Middle East (Dubai) rather than our own thriving metros….
The shops seemed so empty and the clothes looked like they belonged to some ancient age….!!! Maybe the highway blockade and the strike kept the newer and trendier stuff from reaching the windows of our cities beloved shops….!!!
Totally frustrated, I decided to come back home empty handed…But just as I was about to go back to the car parking which happened to be quite adjacent to my school (C.M.S. Tyndale Biscoe which sits handsomely at the heart of the city centre), I heard a familiar sound…The ‘ding-dong’ of the famous school bell (which is already a piece of history due to its age and the high pitch sound it creates throughout the otherwise chaotic Lal Chowk streets)
I turned back and remembered that I was standing right next to the glorious and historic school gate…All the memories of the nostalgic childhood flashed across my eyes and I stood there as if a spectator witnessing his wonderful childhood pass by him…and then this moment of wonder was broken when a sharp voice thumped my ear…"Hum Kya Chahte???……Azaadi,Azadi…Azadi" (What do we want?....Freedom, Freedom…Freedom)
It was a huge crowd of young students in their school uniform (in fact the students of historic S.P. College) protesting the death of their beloved batch mate at the hands of Indian troopers….The students in their school uniforms and handsome ties over their sparkling white shirts with their broken voices portrayed the dismal future of our next generation..Following them were the girls of Womens College with their own slogans for freedom…
I stood by the side of my school as a mute spectator witnessing the historic scenes…Youth bringing a new life and new energy to this struggle against oppression and brutal force…What better way to compliment when a group of bar association (lawyers) dressed in black joined the students in their cry for freedom…
The intellect is finally getting vocal and driving home the point that they are not ready to give up their basic human rights…
Seeing the huge rush and chaos in the crowd, I somehow managed to make my way to home…
The scenes are still quite vivid in my eyes…
And then late in the evening I peeped out of the window in my room on hearing someone shout out from a loud speaker…"Hum kya chahte??"(what do we want?) followed by huge chorus from people "Azadi Azadi Azadi" (freedom freedom freedom)
The huge crowd of ‘ordinary’ people protested throughout the night with the mashals (torches) burning and flames rising high…
I could feel the heat even from a safe distance…! The heat which spoke a lot more than the crowd on the street…The heat which spoke of the fire that had been ignited twenty years ago and now had grown into a full blown resistance…The flames which spoke of the ray of light which the common people had chosen to follow….The smoke which told the untold story of a ‘burning paradise’…It was quite indeed a sign of waking of the giant…
The common ordinary soul has finally waken up to its struggling conscience which isn’t ready to give in to the brutal oppression….A conscience that is ready to fight and struggle for freedom…The conscience of the common ‘people’ which has finally woken up to this world of injustice and cruelty…
To be continued...

August 20, 2008

We need some 'real' heroes not any virtual messiahs

I know it’s been some time since I blogged and yes, I know the very basic rule for blogging succesfully is to blog every single day even if you don’t feel like writing or even if all you can do is to spit out all the poison which has already erroded and corrupted the minds and souls of humanity…!
Leave aside the thought of blogging as a carrer option…even if you ever dreamed of blogging as a leisure, you can’t stop blogging even for a single day….!
Well, talking about me….I have got my own reasons…..Read On
As always I have been absconding for days together and that adversely affects my audience which needs to improve in quantity (not quality!)….Actually it’s something like this; ”I blog for few days and gain a huge audience who like to type my blog address every morning but then I go missing for another few days and lose the dedicated traffic which once had promised to take me to glory…!”
Don’t worry, I won’t quit so easily….!!!
I am a fighter as I said…I fight the depressive unconciousness into optimistic consciusness and then after losing all the audience, I chose a day (just like today) to restart my blogging venture and start from scratch….(ooow….I love it…!!!!) heh
Ahem…So coming back to quench the needs of the very few people who still are in the hope that maybe I wake up some day from my miserable and lethargic life and write something which they might just love to read…(or maybe copy for their own blog…..!!! SWEAR… have seen my blogs get copied sometimes…!)
Don’t worry folks I already know how irritating I am when I think of myself as some SUPER blogger whom the world can’t get enough of…hehe
But honestly, lately my blogs have seen a massive increase in traffic and tremendous response in the form of commments plus the additional encuoragement from a local newspaper…wow I think I’m finally writing some shit which people feel like reading (maybe to get their daily dose of points to win some debate or discussion with another fellow about the situation in Kashmir…or maybe to win some points in their favour for the ‘BLAME GAME’ with another communal friend…or most probably reading my blogs just for the sake of ‘Time-Pass’ because they might wanna know what’s happening in the kashmir valley which otherwise was in their families tourist calendar for the season….!)
Hah...Such great resons to read about the plight of oppressed and suffering people…(What a shame!)
Well..talking about my blogs, I guess it was quite a wonderful week for me…Such glorious comments and traffic from all around the globe, the news item in a local paper plus people showing their support through comments(and equal number of people with stern oppossition..!)
But then I went missing as always and I know most of you folks out there would have been seriously pissed with me for not writing everyday about my valley and it’s people….at least not since the independence or let’s say DEPENDENCE day…!
Alright I know I am just an 18 year old small time blogger….But still I think I don’t need to write again what we people went through and how the whole valley burnt and the way it burnt since last week…
For Gods sake…I can’t dedicate rest of my life to punishing myself with blogs about how me and my people suffer everyday…and that too when it won’t make any difference because I know just like any stuff you folks read out there…you will read my blog as well, and give a sigh of sympathy and then move on with your busy lives….!
Or even if somehow someone might wanna do something after reading my blog, at most that would be to put in a comment or some stuff like that….
For heavens sake…tell me how does that make any difference…????
The things will remain as they always were...
Oppressed and un heard people forced to remove the word joy and it’s synonyms from their dictionary…a bunch of people with no hope or no messiah to put an end to this suffering….or may I say, cursed people living in the ‘CURSED PARADISE’…!
I guess at most the only difference my blog will make is just that you folks will see us now more sympathetically than before….
BUT WE DON’T NEED YOUR SYMPATHY OR YOUR AFFECTION…we need you to stand up and fight with us for what is right…
But I guess, there ain’t any more revolutionaries left in this country of the Great Mahatma Gandhi who will have the courage to stand up for what is right, even stand up against his own country just for the sake of justice…I guess, all what we read in our Indian history books about the great Indian revolutionaries or the freedom fighters is actually JUST HISTORY….!!!
Maybe the ‘legendary’ generations and the ‘legends’ left nothing for the future world but just few tales of heroic deeds…!
So basically it won’t make any difference if I blog when an army man murders a father,rapes a sister or burns a mother….
What the hell am I gonna blog for…??? A lost cause…!!!
No, I am not saying that I am some kind of a heroe or a messiah for my people but I can promise you onw thing…if asked to fight, I will stand up and shout through my VOCAL throat to let the world know that we are the children of despair and depression….Struggling to establish our own identity when the very basic thing that keeps us away from being murdered are our “Identity Cards” with our latest photographs on them….!!!!!!

I can see some of you folks out there giving a sympathetic sigh of grief over our suffering or maybe trying to absorb the fact that Indian militia has deprived the people in Kashmir of their very basic human rights….or maybe some of you might be copying my blog to some another page or taking down some points foryour own communal debate…even maybe some of you folks would be steaming with anger and furiously posting a comment for this blog….
ALL I WANT IS SOME COURAGEOUS AND BRAVE SOUL TO STAND UP AND FIGHT FOR OUR CAUSE….even if not for justice then for the sake of humanity
Honestly it won’t make any difference if after reading this piece of honest and true confession you might have an adrenaline rush to do something for us because all this counts to nothing until you stand up and do something…………..
We want some ‘REAL’ heroes and not any virtual messiahs….!

August 15, 2008

Black Out (Blogging in Dark)

India celebrates it's 62nd Independence Day and we Kashmiris haven't still figured out a way in last 20 years to call this day as anything but a 'DEPENDENCE' day....!!! lolz
The whole valley has once again gone into complete darkness (literally darkness!)... A total black out
No, not the type which we witness in winters when our high voltage power lines snap off but this time it's something of a voluntary black out where people themselves turn off each and every source of light they can find....!
This all has been termed as a united way to protest the opression by armed forces and a unique way to celebrate our very own BLACK DAY..! (even the moon couldn't betray us tonight, it's hiding beneath the DARK clouds which no longer seem to have a silver lining and it looks like a storm is gathering in the dark....)
In fact if it didn't sound dramatic enough, people have decided to continously beat their roof tops for half an hour as a way to raise their voices in unison....and as I write this blog, I can hear the tapping of tinned roofs all over the valley....! (must confess, it sounds quite cool when all roofs go..BANG BANG....!!! surely some music directors can take some inspiration...I mean the different kind of new age music...let's say 'BLACK eyed peas' !!! hehehe)
I guess in the last two decades we Kashmiris have really taken protesting to an all new level....! heh... we have invented such ways to protest that can put any revolution to shame (though the only difference being that we ain't any revolutionaries but a bunch of suffering people who have been pushed to wall and have been left with no other choice but to revolt against opression and aggression..!!!)
Well, talking about the whole Kashmir issue...I have already made my point in my previous blogs and it doesnt make any sense to repeat the same miserable story again and again....though I am only 18 and still inexperienced but I have enough 'grey matter' to understand the complexity of an issue and especially when it's an issue of my very own people....maybe my point of view might not sound too authentic but I have my way, an original way of looking at things....and it gives me great satisfaction to see that at least my point of view has been recognised by a local newspaper..thus it won't make any sense if I start repeating the same old tragic tale time and again...! (hope you agree) with lights off and freedom resricted, there isn't much joy left in my newly found ADULT life...and moreover, my DVD library has already exhausted so now no new stuff left in the stock....
But then there exists a ray of hope, something I am really looking forward to...
Have been waiting almost three months for this day and it's here...
The brand new EPL (English Premier League) season starts tomorrow....and it promises to be yet another cracker...some mouth watering clashes on the first week end and my beloved Manchester United in action against age old rivals Newcastle United...(still remember those early days when Man United used to put 6 past the otherwise talented Newcastle goal keeper....!!!)
The best thing is that Fergie (Sir Alex) stayed and he made the wonder kid Ronaldo to stay...(Real Madrid still can't believe that money can't buy a Ronaldo..!!!)
This might well be Fergie's last season and we all expect it to be an absolute belter...the expectations are really high after the last seasons league and European double...We might repeat a treble or who knows with this young and talented squad a quadruple is possible.....Glory Glory Man United
With the valley gone into crisis...I think the devils are calling me, Oh yeah, they are the Devils in RED....!!!!
Finally, I got my team back in action....normal services resumed...(no longer sitting at home would be such a pain in the ass....all hail Man United....)

Anyways coming onto a serious note...My eyes can no longer suffer the pain of reading a blog in dark and when that blog reflects the misery of your own folk it causes even more pain....
I better put out my laptop lights before some one starts calling me a traitor....!!!
The whole valley has gone into such darkness that I can see no lights being turned on from anywhere....
Let's hope the morning would be bright and sun would shine for ever....(and yes one more wish, may Man United kick some ass...!)

August 14, 2008

FINALLY, some one hears me out (I am on newspaper..!!!)

Page 8 of the Greater Kashmir, which made me famous...ALMOST...!!!!
I told you I need some motivation for blogging, be it some comments (which rarely come!), the international traffic (which actually is increasing everyday) or some burning issues which make me open the laptop and start typing or else you will see an end to my already struggling 3 month old blogging career...! (still can't recover from the "Google AdSense" depression...they kicked me out...!!!!)
Well ,yesterday happened to be a special day for me and my motivation...22 COMMENTS on a single blog...(whoa..!! Am I dreaming or what...!!!!!!)...but miserably most of the comments were targetted against the sentiments of my fellow Kashmiris and were highly debatable issues…
as I told you before,there are a lot of stories which are not reported in the media and go un heard in the rest of India thus making it difficult to make them sound authentic and credible....(unfortunately they happen to be the stories of Kashmir) it was quite predictable to see the anger in the Indian public which reflected in the comments....(still wondering which comments?? the previous blog "Kashmir Burns (blogging LIVE from war scene) " )
It was a highly turbulent and tense day in the valley with protests taking place in every nook and corner of the city, infact I couldn't sleep till late midnight because this time the VOCAL protests continued late into the night and robbed me of my precious sleep...(what a shame..I sleep when my city burns and my fellow people shout out loud for the ones hiding in their homes to come out and join their hands in this revolt against opression and human rights violation…)
Yes, the people were all fired up against Indian armed force's late night actions of breaking into houses and beating up harmless women and innocent children...but still it didn't make any sense to raise pro Pakistan slogans.....maybe the attrocities by Indian armed forces pushes the people to turn towards Pakistan as a ray of hope (wish they had the vision to see beyond a Muslim majority country...!!! and see the real UNDEMOCRATIC truth behind our so called sympathetic neighbours....!!!)
But somehow, I did manage to put my conflicted conscience to rest and went into a deep slumber ..!
Woke up today late in the morning with the same fear of not knowing what worse the day holds for me and my fellow people who had been suffering since last twenty years and were now caught in the middle of a marsh from where none of the ways look like leading to heaven...! (hope you got that)

As usual,the first thing I do in the morning is to search for the local newspaper "Greater Kashmir" which happens to be the only source of un biased, unheard and untold stories of my valley....but I couldn’t find the newspaper on the dining table nor anywhere in the kitchen…it was already quite late(almost noon!!) and I supposed that after drinking the habitual glass of milk (in fact chocolate milk...!!) I would as usual find it in the store room with rest of the out dated newspapers…!!!
Alas! It wasn’t even in the store and that’s when I realized that I was living in the middle of a valley in which every single home was surrounded by an army regiment and your ‘identity card’ forms your basic right to prove that you are not an extremist….!!! (pity me and my fellow peers who can’t go out of their homes without an ‘Identity card’ and if somehow some of the younger youth forget it……then we may never see them again..!!!! )
The civil curfew is actually so strict that hardly any newspaper is available in the morning…..(aaahhh…thus goes the chance to read some true stories for the day…!!!)
And then as expected, I logged online to see what my friends had been up to or what they had to talk about on ‘Orkut’ and ‘Facebook’…..
Suddenly as I logged into Facebook, one of ma friend buzzed me up with ‘Congrats’…n I wondered what for…..!
That’s when he sent me this link which changed my fortunes for ever……!!! (hahhaa…wish it had changed my fortunes for real….!!!)

My eyes stuck on the headline:-
"Kashmiri bloggers discuss Muzaffarabad march, police action, curfew"
Some kind of 'déjà-vu' feeling which I usually have before such things…. there it blog on newspaper.........whoa...!!!!.........Such an adrenaline rush…!!!
I went bonkers, seeing the article with my MISPRINTED blog address....(unfortunately the newspaper misprinted ‘2virginz’ as ‘’) which unfortunately didn’t help me increase my blog traffic....!!!
But anyways I felt as if I had achieved something big, really big…I had attempted to tell the other side of Kashmir’s story and now I had a reason to believe that some one was listening…..

Here’s what the news item read:-
Kashmiri bloggers discuss Muzaffarabad march, police action, curfew
by Majid Maqbool

Srinagar, Aug 13: Kashmiri bloggers are making their presence felt on the net by posting their views uncensored as curfew across the valley entered its second day on Wednesday. A blogger from Kashmir, under the domain name in his August 11 post writes, “The unprecedented brutality unleashed by Indian paramilitary troops on unarmed Kashmiri protestors marching towards Muzaffarabad defies all logic.” On August 12, the same blogger rued whether justice will be done and those responsible for the killing of unarmed people across the valley brought to book. He writes in his post, “I wonder whether the murderers of these thirty protestors will ever see the justice? Or will they be treated as heroes as all other previous Indian paramilitary personnel have been for similar crimes in the past?” The comments, in response to blogs from Kashmir on the issue, pour in from across India and the world. Mrinmoy comments in response to the post of the Kashmiri blogger kashmir-truth-be-told”, “I heartily pass condolences to those persons who have lost their lives in the recent agitations all over the Kashmir. I am from West Bengal and this type of act should be actively restricted. I and all my fellow friends from West Bengal love the land of GOD, the people of Kashmir and their tradition.” Suchi, in her comment to the blog regretted the loss of life during the protests. “I sincerely regret whatever happened in the valley yesterday, if I could, maybe I would want to erase the entire day from history,” she writes.
An eighteen year old Kashmiri blogger ( in his recent blog writes about his inability to move out due to the imposition of curfew in the city. “Just logged online to see what the world had been writing about the situation in Kashmir. The civil curfew is so strict that we can’t even step outside our houses to breathe the fresh air of the valley, leave aside the daring task of buying very few local newspapers with an unheard side of Kashmir’s story…!” It brings tears to my eye to see such a biased media, the young blogger writes about national media coverage on the present situation. And no, it’s not the fault of ‘an ordinary Indian citizen, he writes in his post. “He sees only what the media wishes him to see…an ordinary patriotic Indian who thinks that Kashmiris are some religious fanatics seeking independence from India without any explainable reasons, or maybe some other fellow Indians putting the situation in Kashmir as a work of some separatist Kashmiri leaders misleading the otherwise innocent and peace loving people of Kashmir.” The Kashmiri blogger also writes about the role of ordinary netizens like him in Kashmir. “When the media fails, it’s the responsibility of the ordinary people to find out the actual truth hiding beneath the superficial truths”, he writes about the present situation in Kashmir. Blogosphere remains a potent forum for discussions—and disagreements—on issues and controversies related to Kashmir. And Kashmiri bloggers continue to login to post their viewpoints on their blogs—uncensored, unedited, and for the world to read.

Holy shit…! I am on newspaper uncensored and un edited…!!!
I rushed to my cousins house who somehow had managed to get his copy of Greater Kashmir and there it was the magical “Page 8” with it’s story about Kashmiri Bloggers….
Wish the newspaper had not misprinted ‘2virginz‘ as ‘virginz’....aah! I lost such a big chance at gaining some audience and some popularity…heh or maybe not!.....(maybe ‘2virginz ‘sounds too complicated for even the most complicated Kashmir issue...lolz)
Anyways, now at least after seeing the mention in newspaper, I have managed to gain enough pride to look back into the eyes of the protestors on the streets who previously looked down on me as some kind of shameless coward hiding in the corridors of his luxurious home....!!!!
Freedom Blogger...PROUD TO BE A BLOGGER

August 13, 2008

Kashmir Suffers (What the media never reports)

Kashmir erupts to the massive opression and agression...A tremendous wave of unified strength and sympathy is being witnessed through out the state...These are some images to show the world what Kashmir has been going through over the last two decades...An uprising against the human rights violations which go unheard and un written in the Indian media....This is the other side of the story which the media always fails to report
Finally, the volcano erupts and people unleash their anger and frustration with both the state and the country for their policies in Kashmir....The will to fight opression and agression...A revolt against brute force in the land of the great Mahatama Gandhi...
Kashmir burns
One more murder to add to the already rising toll of innocent Kashmiri souls...Another teenager dies for a lost cause...
One more mother wails for her murdered son...The already widowed mother doesn't deserve to endure any more pain...

Defying the laws...Oppression being resisted

Even the ambulances will not be spared...

The end of every Kashmiris story...A dead young son leaving behind his widowed mother and ailing grand father to suffer till eternity....

We need to understand the basic problems which forces a school going child to pick up arms and risk his mortal life for a cause which the enemies call as struggle for freedom...The enemy controls his uneducated but spirited mind and hatred rules his heart, leading him to a path which leads to spilling of more innocent blood

Time to ponder...Where did all those militants come from???

(These images have been copied from the newspaper 'Greater Kashmir' and all the photographs are coutesy of the photo journalist 'Habib Naqash')

August 12, 2008

Kashmir Burns (blogging LIVE from war scene)

"I swear to speak the truth, nothing but the truth”
Just logged online to see what the world had been writing about the situation in Kashmir (The civil curfew is so strict that we can’t even step outside our houses to breathe the fresh air of the valley, leave aside the daring task of buying very few local newspapers with an unheard side of Kashmir’s story…!)
The media is shockingly biased as always (though nothing seems like shocking anymore, not even the FALSE truths shown on T.V…!)…they are behaving as if nothing is happening in Kashmir and even if they ever tried to add some small news item about the situation…It would be only one side of the story…surely not our side…!
Going through the websites of some of the leading newspapers both national and some international, it was really shocking to see that how the written media had portrayed the whole situation and even the headlines of some leading daillies read something like “Kashmir back to 1990”…And the whole “Muzaffarabad Chalo” march had been portrayed as an attempt to cross the border into Pakistan….
But no one ever wondered what prompted the people do all that kind of shit which could result in the destruction of their beloved homeland and the loss of their precious ones…No ,one ever wonders what the people dare to risk their lives for….
The media has gone blind and deaf over the real issue which happens to be a total non-issue when one reaches the ‘Ground Zero’ i.e. to the root of the whole Amarnath Land row…
Ask any Amarnath Yatri if he or she ever wished that the arrangements would have been better or if they they ever felt that they needed more land….???
TRUST ME, the answer will a BIG NO….

It brings tears to my eye to see such a biased media…And no, it’s not the fault of ‘an ordinary Indian citizen who sees only what the media wishes him to see’…an ordinary patriotic Indian who thinks that Kashmiris are some religious fanatics seeking independence from India without any explainable reasons, or maybe some other fellow Indians putting the situation in Kashmir as a work of some separatist Kashmiri leaders misleading the otherwise innocent and peace loving people of Kashmir…Or as the common opinion goes around the country, no one sees a patriot in a Kashmiri…!
Yes, you are right to some extent to think of us as the initiators of our own doom…Quite true, we have started our own destruction and maybe our end will come even before the actual dooms day but I wish the whole world could see the cause of our this so called ‘self destructing nature’ which we never ever possessed in our history….
Our fellow Indian brothers you need to awaken your conscience and see beyond the beauty of this cursed valley…you need to act upon your right to information act….all our fellow Indians never get to hear our side of the story…The unheard side…As they say, "Every coin has two sides”
When the media fails, it’s the responsibility of theordinary people to find out the actual truth hiding beneath the superficial truths….
Even the local media news channels have been barred from extensive reporting….Holy heavens, at least freedom blogging still prevails…!!!
The Jammu-Kashmir highway which happens to be the only single route connecting Kashmir with the rest of India (also known as lifeline of Kashmir) has been choked leading to the fears of starvation and eventually death…Yes, the situation might not get as bad as starvation leading to death because thanks God at least the DEPENDENT Kashmir is independent when it comes to local vegetables supplies but the fact remains, we are being subjected to the worse case scenario by a bunch of influential, unchallenged communal fanatics trying to win the votes and the seats for their political parties in the upcoming elections…Even the print media that includes the only few newspapers which report the real story of Kashmir have been badly affected by the highway blockade…print media is running out of paper and ink and soon they might just stop reporting the truth….!!!
Even worse.. the power hungry politicians termed it as a ‘Jammu VERSUS Kashmir issue’
The fact still remains that Kashmir suffers and suffers badly…And as always, we remain unheard and un cured..!!!
The rally to the LOC(Line Of Control) ”Muzaffarabad Chalo” march which the media along with BJP and VHP portrayed as an attempt to cross over into Pakistan was actually an attempt by the ordinary local people (mostly fruit growers) to save their families from being starved because their only source of income comes from the markets outside Kashmir valley..and no highway means no life for the ordinary and poor…”Muzaffarabad Chalo” was an attempt to at least save their lone source of livelihood, if not from the traditional Jammu-Kashmir national highway then from the forgotten traditional detour which goes through the forbidden city of Muzaffarabad…It was deperation which urged them to take such extreme measures which would sent a wrong message trough out the country (and that was where the only hope of salvation lay)
No, definitely the people would have never actually expected the Government to allow them to cross over the border but it was just an attempt to put some pressure on the Indian government to open the life giving highway…
Tell me now, how can anyone justify the fact that army opened fire on around 500,000(five lac) strong crowd leading a peaceful procession in Baramulla to fight for their right to earn their three meals a day…!
If they used such force to disperse a five lac strong unarmed Kashmiris then why not the same force has been used to prevent the protests in Jammu and open the highway???
And as if the devil itself had arrived, the military blasted some tear gas shells and fired inside the various city hospitals adding to the miseries of the already injured….
My heart bleeds…..
Had I not been an educated mind, I would have definitely joined the people on the streets or taken up arms to fight back….But my mind is strong enough to understand the policies and propogandas which have led us to our own destruction
Now tell me why won’t the innocent and young next generation fall in the enemies trap and pick up arms to dedicate the rest of their mortal lives for what they would call as the struggle for freedom????
Time to ponder over the fact, where did all those militants come from….???
What motivated them to take up arms and risk their lives…???
I think…though unintentionally but the armed resistance is actually a creation of the opressive Indian army itself…the oppression and the aggression over the innocent will finally lead to some freedom fighters who will have their minds controlled by the enemy and their hearts by their emotions to wage a war against the army which burnt their mothers, raped their sisters, tortured their fathers and murdered their brothers…
The emotion of hate has taken over the emotions of joy and happiness, the anger over the will to forgive and forget…The volcano has to erupt some day…
The fact remains that people themselves are not quite sure which side are they with, but believe me…they are very sure what they are fighting for, a fight against oppression and aggression over the innocent families which forms the beginning of an extremist mind ready to take up arms against India….
As, I am writing this blog I can hear the voices of the people who have defied the civil curfew and have come on the streets raising anti India and pro Pakistan slogans (least do they know, true friends are rare and not even the hope of a fake Pakistan can make their lives a little less miserable)…
I swear it’s a war like situation on the streets with people raising anti India slogans and military crushing the people with open air firing and shelling on the protestors…(Have you ever heard of the term, ‘Take no prisoners’..!)
The sound of ambulance sirens and the tear gas shells is not enough to break the will of the people…I just stepped on the street outside and felt ashamed to sit at my home and watch the procession go by from the lanes and alleys surrounding my locality…a guilty feeling of not doing anything to save my people…The people in the procession looked down on me as a betrayer or some coward…and I couldn’t look back into their eyes, feeling humiliated I rushed to my room to write this blog as an attempt to do something for my people and put my conflicted conscience to peace …
And even as I sit here by the window of my room trying to look over the nearby houses onto the streets to see my people in blood and sweat being crushed by army, my parents pull me back…they can’t even let me sit near the window during open air firing session when the orders are loud and clear “FIRE AT WILL ”..they say it’s unsafe to sit near the window because you never know when a stray bullet might just knock you down…..
No, I have never ever hailed the protestors who fight on the streets with just their spirit as their weapon against an army batallion armed as if in a war…No, I never hailed the aggressive ways to protest an aggression …BUT this time, for the first time the cause is justified and right…this time it’s a fight against brute aggression and oppression…a fight to save our people from starvation…a fight to stand up for our rights, the basic human rights to live and live freely, a fight to account for the death of the innocent civilians…a fight to save the future of our land….
Yes, I know all you fellow Indian out there , reading this blog might think of me as some anti-national element…But trust me, I am enough educated to differentiate between what’s right and what’s wrong and I can’t be mislead by some fellow…I know, it’s not easy for you patriots out there to understand this blog as anything other than an anti-national article but believe me sometimes I speak my heart out and my heart never lies…You have to be a Kashmiri to feel the pain and grief hidden in this blog…A kashmiri who dies everyday for a fight which is all but lost…and the last ray of hope we have left is you….Yes, YOU
This is an appeal to our Indian brothers to realize the fact that we Kashmiris are not against any religion or region, we are just a bunch of ordinary but resilient people who have been subjected to tremendous oppression and torture…Our fight is not against India but against the policies of government when it comes to Kashmir…we are fighting to account for the death of our sons and daughters who are murdered every day and the murderer never faces any trial….this is an unheard side of the tortures of Indian army which the media never reports…
I know all you people out there love your country and your brave army but what I just told you will not be told to you by any news reporter or any newspaper because they go blind when it comes to Kashmir…

I better hurry now before some stray bullet pierces the armor of my room and straight into my skull or some military official finds about this blog and charges me with an attempted propoganda…so I better get going and hide myself shamelessly somewhere in the corridors of my home…..!!!!!!!!!!!

Freedom Blogger, blogging LIVE from the war scene…..!
(These views are mine but reflect the opinion of the general public…Just an 18 year old trying to raise the awareness among the warm hearted and unaware Indian brothers about his fellow people whom he can’t see bleeding anymore…)

August 9, 2008

All my class teachers over 14 years

It's been some time since I last walked through that magical main gate which stood handsomely in the middle of the crowded Lal Chowk(city centre)...The brown coloured iron gate preserving all the heritage of well over 125 years and protecting all the values which laid the foundation of a modern society in the Kashmir valley...the glorious and the most magnificent C.M.S Tyndale Biscoe school leading the way since 1880...

I really miss my school and all the brilliant teachers who taught me to be 'a man in all things' and the extra curricular activities which made us to overcome our worst night mares and gave us the strength of pure will to achieve the impossible...As my legendary teachers said, "If it can't be done, then do it"

Here I start a series of blogs about my school and it's teachers...all the memories and all the events...14 years of unforgettable school life...What better way to start than with the list of all of my class teachers and department incharges over 14 years of school life...The teachers who laid the foundation for turning boys into men (gentlemen!)

All my class teachers (form teachers) over 14 years at school (1993-2007)

Principal-Parwez Samuel Koul

L.P.D (Lower Primary Department):-
Head mistress-Saavitri Mam
Nursery Orange(1993-94)-Asha Mam
KG Green-Bimla Mam
1st Green-Kaanta Mam
2nd Green-Heema Mam followed by the most graceful Aabidah Mam

Junior Deptt. :-
House Master-Mr.Pran Nath
3rd Green-Neelofer Mam
4th Green-Muzzamil Mam, Shafi Sir and then finally Nazir Kundru Sir
5th Green-Mr. Nazir Punjabi

Senior Deptt. :-
Headmaster-Mr.Ghulam Qadir followed by Master Maharaj Kishan Koul
House Master-Master Maharaj Kishan followed by Gulzar Sir
6th Mahadev-Mr.M.Y.Naqashbandi
7th Mahadev-Mr.Nasarullah Javed
8th Mahadev-Mr.M.Y.Naqashbandi
9th Mahadev-Mr.Naseer Sofi
10th Mahadev-Mr.Gulzar

+2 Deptt. :-
Headmaster-The most legendary Master Nazir Laherwaal followed by Mr.Muneer Khan
11th E-Mutharoon Mam
12th D-Mr.Sajjad

Sports Teachers:- Mr.Rajesh John and Mr. S.S.Sodhi Singh

As the legendary Master Ghulam Qadir once famously put it "Sar sabzo shaadab...Mahadev Mahadev" (the evergreen..Mahadev house, Mahadev house) (Green house was named as Mahadev house after a mountain peak in Kashmir valley just like the other three houses which were named after the mountains Kolohoi,Harmukh and Tattakuti)

to be continued...

August 6, 2008

THERE WILL BE BLOOD (Amarnath Land Issue communalised)

It's been some time since I stepped out of my room or logged online to see what all you folks upto...
No, I didn't die...! (had a car accident few days ago...Don't worry fellas I am fine, will be blogging about it soon)
The State Government has imposed a strict 'Civil Curfew' in Kashmir for the fact that we people are not ready to give up our land and our will to fight for what's right...
The curfew has really restricted our very basic rights...(I wonder if there exists any right such as right to freedom of movement...!) They won't even let us move out of our homes and that too for no fault of ours...Our fellow Jammuites have been mislead and their craziness has taken it's toll on our already struggling tourism as well as horticulture industry..They have choked the 300km long Jammu-Kashmir national highway which happens to be the only single and precious route which connects the valley with the rest of the world (the other ofcourse being thorugh the forbidden city of Muzaffarabad which happens to go through Pakistan..!)...So basically, it's not only that we the civilians have been restricted to our miserable houses but the whole valley and it's already burdened traders have also been isolated from the profitable markets outside the valley...Almost a collapse of local economy

Just half an hour ago,I tried to step outside on the street to buy some toothpaste from a local grocery who happens to be a near by neighbour (my Pepsodent "dishum-dishum" is outta stock and I can already feel the rumbling of the bacteria having a ball inside my calcium rich teeth..!)
Though I managed to step outside the main enterance of my premises but had to run my ass back to the room because the heavily armed army men somehow suspected me to be a protestor before I had to show them my home and my life saving identity card (with an unusually shabby photograph which hardly resembles me now...I ain't a photogenic type..!)....and when they sensed the innocence in my truth, they asked me to get a glass of water for their THIRSTY fellas.....!!!! (life can't get any more adventurous..!)
heh...I better give them poison for making my life a living hell...(lolz now they would be searching for the guy who never turned up with a glass of water...remember the movie "Panic Room"....!)
The heavy AK-47 rifles and the ready to be exploded tear gas shells along with the heavily armoured army vehicles hiding behind the army bunkers(infact it's a "One-Tonne"...a WAR vehicle) gives it all a sense of war...the only thing that seems to be lacking is a Russian made tank and we would soon have our very own 'Gaza' fighting for it's land..
But the tragedy is that...Its not any 'no man's land'...It's Kashmir, my beloved mother land

Well, the question still remains what prompted the whole issue....
In the most simplest words that I can use is that, they took our land as an excuse for building some structures for the pilgrims but the people protested this attempted land grab in the name of holy religion and that too when it was against the law to buy or transfer any land in the state of J&K by any one else than a state subject of J&K (Indian Constitiution ARTICLE-370 refer to my previous blogs "Don't sell Kashmir")...The government rightly revoked it's land transfer order after massive protests in the valley and decided to construct the same structures (which SASB had promised)themselves with their own funds..infact the state even promised to make even better infrastructure than what SASB had seems to be such a happy ending.......but but but...
This time it wasn't a D!V!N3 but unfortunately as always when it comes to my mother had to be a D3V!LS intervention....!

The fucking communal BJP and VHP as always with an aim to win some votes, started the communal agitation in Jammu...
Still can't figure out what the hell is Jammu protesting for...!
All the fellow Jammuites are being mislead by some filthy,wicked, evil minds trying to win votes for the upcoming state elections....And the people as always have gone blind in the name of religion just like our so called 'free' Indian media who have continued to report only the one side of story...(Ofcourse NOT the Kashmiri side..!)
Time to wake up people...
No, today I am not in my usual relaxed mood to crack some jokes while posting a blog...But I am dead serious...It's time to wake up and realise that our sense of pride and unity is being destroyed by a bunch of filhy politicians...'WE' can't let another Gujarat riots happen in this sacred and mystical land...A wake up call before it's too late
No, matter what ever the Prime Minister decides in New Delhi over the whole issue but we have to stay strong and united...We have to fight for what's right and we need to open our eyes and ears to figure out the bastards who have communalised the whole issue and are aiming at dividing the United States of Jammu and Kashmir....

Well; coming on to my personal reason for absconding for so many days, the recent events and the various factors have made me to go into a deep slumber reflecting upon what is said and done in this world of superficial reality...The mystic in me seems to make a come back every now and then and more powerfully during the last few days...It seems like I have got all the time in this world to think and to re-think about what I eternity to re-discover and re-invent myself as an individual....
Have been reading the inspirational book, "The monk who sold his Ferrari" and some D!V!N3 thoughts are keeping me more than busy
It seems like I have got all the time in this world...And still I can't get enough time to even blog
"How can you love others....If you can't love yourself..!" (hope you got that...)

People let's take a pledge today and by people I mean the united people of Jammu, Kashmir and Leh
No, not the blood of dumb and deaf, innocent civilians....
but the blood of the demon hiding in the skin of the blood thirsty politicians...let's take a pledge to wipe out every communal force in this country....

August 2, 2008

Kashmir neglected (Amarnath Land Row)

The Bhartiya Janata Party and its saffron brigade is going all-out to foment anger against Kashmiris on the forest land revocation issue. The BJP prime ministerial candidate Lal Krishan Advani in his speech in the Parliament on July 21st lamented the ‘grabbing of Shri Amarnath Shrine Board land’ in Baltal and the JK government’s ‘interference’ in the yatra. Kashmir has been literally choked by the blockade of Srinagar-Jammu highway. Only yesterday, the BJP announced a fresh India-wide agitation on the issue. But the BJP-led campaign is coinciding with something significant and relevant. Government of the same party in Uttrakhand is boasting on restrictions put on the Kavad yatra to protect Goumukh glacier from further damage because of the pilgrimage. Newspapers across India are replete with stories and paid advertisements, proudly announcing the restrictions. Same issue, two yardsticks! But the double-dealing is passing off silently. According to observers, the reason why the BJP is getting away with the arrogance towards Kashmir is the frailty of the mainstream political parties here. If these parties have no hesitation in advocating New Delhi in Srinagar, why do they falter when they have to make Kashmiiris’ voice heard in New Delhi, more so in times when a Kashmiri is being demonized and Kashmir virtually projected as a nation of terrorists. When slogans like quit Jammu, highway blockade are heard. When Kashmir’s horticulture produce worth crores of rupees is rotting in trucks and orchards. If National Conference and Peoples Democratic Party were vocal while supporting peoples’ agitation against land transfer in Kashmir, why don’t they publicly take a stand in Jammu and oppose the demand for restoration of land transfer? Why don’t they inform India that a record five lakh-plus yatris have already visited Amarnath last month, observers question. Kashmir watchers say both Omar and Mehbooba, unfortunately, limited their recent Parliament speeches to Congress appeasement, forgetting Kashmir advocacy. When whole India was watching, none exposed the BJP’s dual standards on a similar issue in two states, perhaps keeping their options open in case the present Leader of Opposition happens to be the Leader of the House next year. Now when the saffron brigade in Jammu is buoyed by a formal talks invitation from the government, the Kashmir bashing is sure to increase in scope and intensity. Although supported by only a section of people, the Jammu agitation is already intensifying. Many Kashmiris feel it is being helped covertly by some elements in police, bureaucracy and overtly by Indian media. In Kashmir, police answered slogans with bullets. In Jammu they are more discreet - water canons for petrol bombs! We don’t demand brutality there, but prudence here. According to a survey by Geological Survey of India, the Goumukh is receding at the rate of 40 metres per year because of the pilgrimage involving lakhs of people. In response, the state government has restricted the pilgrims to 150 per day, closed all dhabas along the road to Goumukh, banned ponies and horses in the area and imposed a fee to discourage people coming for the pilgrimage. If Uttrakhand can think of Goumukh, why Kashmiris have to forget Kolohoi? If a forest conservator can limit number of pilgrims in Uttrakhand, why can’t even a chief minister do the same in JK? If Uttrakhand can declare an entire forest area out of bounds for general public, why Kashmiris have to offer six lives for 800 kanals? When Uttrakhand can attribute water scarcity in the state to Kavad yatra, why in JK one can’t even inquire about the reasons of gastroenteritis epidemic in south Kashmir? Why government departments run in to dispel any connection even without a corroboration, when we all know the Lidder River takes the maximum brunt of pilgrimage pollution? Why it is conservation in Uttrakhand and ‘interference in matters of faith’ in JK? Why two yardsticks for two states? Questions are endless. Answers none. Political analysts say perhaps the answer lies in the ideology spearheaded by BJP and finding more and more buyers across India. Citizens have right to live and the right to protect their resources. Kashmiris have none.
(copied from the newspaper Greater Kashmir)

July 31, 2008


“DANCE… A step here and a step there, a move here and a touch there…Dance baby Dance…!”

It’s a fact that music drives us crazy…well, it might not drive you nuts like me but surely music makes all of us MOVE…As they say, “move to the groove”
Watching Michael Jackson dance during my kiddo days (though he’s already dead and buried..!) I wondered if I could ever be such a ‘Smooth Criminal’…!
And yea, not under estimating our own Bollywood with it’s very own fantastic dancers...well, the fact is…every actor rather the leading actor (commonly called a HERO) or for that matter even more importantly the leading actress have to dance and dance brilliant because dancing forms the pre requisite of a bollywood success..!
Still remember Hrithik Roshan (Bollywood actor) from the hit movie 'Kaho Naa Pyar Hai'…He was so unbelievably ELASTIC for a debut…!
When are the Hollywood legends gonna step up and show us how to move their asses…?
Imagine James Bond dancing to the bollywood beats with a Bond Girl doing an Indian choreopgraphy…hahahaa….James Bond…007 at his best…!

Hmmm…so coming back to the topic …
Let me tell you, even if I have memorized Eminem, but I still can’t figure out how to ‘shake that ass!’….heh
All I learnt in my eighteen years of existence is to resonate my hands or move my head to the high bass beats…hah…(miserably try to imitate as a rapper but only I know, if asked to move those feet or shake that ass…I’m gonna choke…and then squeal….!)
'So you think you can dance?'….heh...I wonder if I would ever even dare to try for the show (even if I was dreaming)….!!
I call it my Dance-o-Phobia…(My fear of dancing….!)
But they say, it’s never too late to learn how to move those feet in technically correct and well defined order but somehow I believe that would account for the well defined and well established classical or other forms of proper dancing….
Well, I do know that when it comes to dancing..I suck..I suck big time!…infact me and dancing is simply unthinkable but some of the reality shows on the tele give me some hope because I ain’t bald, broken or diseased like the old amateurs on tele!…I think I gotta just fine tune my hand swing and I’m ready to dance…(or maybe not…! lolz)
So I think, I can wait for yet another D!V!N3 intervention….(this time to teach me how to move those legs and shake that ass!)
But baby, I believe that it’s a 'New World Order' or rather a 'No World Order' where nothing is defined and you get to do your shit your way….an order where the dance comes with no order…anything which seems pleasing to the YOUNG eyes can be called as dance..
So come on people what you waiting for?…Get your feet on the dance floor and shake that ass for me…!

July 26, 2008

Balancing Beauty

Bored and depressed...It sucks to realise the fact that I came so close to earning an overnight fortune but as some of my pals say "mera bad luck hi kharab hai" (my bad luck is bad....lolz still don't know how that makes any sense!)
Yesterday when the sun had set in the valley and the twilight hour with the fresh breeze and the chill of the evening rising, I sat in my garden looking at a bunch of sticks. (actually not sticks but some freshly cut branches from a nearby tree)...I don't know the exact name of the tree but I certainly remember it once on the Discovery channel where they used the same tree to make an emergency shelter (I think it was "Man vs. Wild")
Bored and frustrated, an idea struck my mind....I collected all the branches together, ripped off their leaves and peeled some bark of the wood (revealing the sparkling white surface underneath)
Though I started out with a plan to make my own self made shelter in the garden as shown on the T.V. but what I came up with was equally shocking and well hmmmm....yeah quite stupid...!!!!
It would be tough to explain how I made it and what I made...So I better put up some pics to explain it better....

Well now you folks must be wondering why I call it my balancing beauty....
Actually what I had planned to be a sort of shelter turned out to be a device which could balance anything...seriously even once when a crow sat on one of it's end...The whole system started rotating as if somehow trying to find it's centre of gravity...!
Naah I didn't have a blue print to do all the Physics but some times hit and trial method just works perfect...I know it's a silly thing to even think of blogging about it, but I just wanted to share it with all you folks out there patiently reading my crap....(I know you people already consider me a crack pot but trust me...I ain't gonna stop irritating you folks with my silly stuff...hahahhaa)

The birds love it and so do I...It's not just a stupid waste of my 18 year old youthfull energy and some usefull sticks but unlike my mom I consider it as a work of art and a creators creation...heh
Yes, it did hurt in the end to see the whole thing get dismantled only at my mom's order
I don't expect any appreciation from you folks as well....But I would always remember it as my balancing beauty which found it's centre of gravity when a THIRSTY crow sat on it...!!!

July 25, 2008

That sweet lady broke my heart

Friday to Friday....Whoa...What a turn around (Not in my wealth but most probably in my thinking)
No blogs since a week, no comments and no posts either...By far my longest "Dry Spell"
Maybe the expectations and the imaginations of last week proved to be even greater than the greatest hangover I had ever experienced or maybe the words had again failed me when I heard the knock on my door and the unusually high pitched door bell going bonkers!

So I guess all you folks must be wondering if I'm gone nuts again or maybe I'm just playing with all you wondafull ppl out there expecting me to be a 'Fortune 500' by now....!!!!
My heart is really too sour to explain the chain of events which took place after my last blog "Yipee...I lost my luggage"
The last time I signed outta ma blogspot as an 18 year old with expectation and aspirations, dreams of the big and the good things in life and with some lawyers in mind...!!!

This time I sign in as the same old guy struggling to find a college...!
I know I sound so lame today but still lemme try to narrate the second half of the "Gati" story

As you people would have already read how "Gati' lost my fourth bag and failed to deliver on due date and time...
So as I signed out last Friday with the blog posted and the excitement and expectations soaring to even greater heights....A phone trembled in my was my cell phone vibrating with an unknown number on it's display..
I picked up the cell and there it was, the same sweet lady but this time with a very confident and yet ever so attractive voice...(It won't take a genius to figure out why the lady would have been so confident with all the sweetness intact)
After a proper sweet introduction and with an official referrence to my luggage tracking number, the next sentence she spoke broke my heart (literally) and even some of my BIG dreams...
"Sir, We have located your fourth bag.It's safe and has been tracked in Ambala and it will be delivered by tomorrow morning.Any inconvenience is highly regretted"
I couldn't believe what I had just heard, it took her not more than 50 seconds to say but it took me an eternity to absorb and comprehend what she had just said....!
"That sweet lady broke my heart!"

And everything came all together the next morning when some one knocked my door and the door bell went bonkers...I knew who it was...The moment I opened the door, I could see it now...All the four bags safe and secure with a bright and bold "Gati" tag pasted on them and a "Gati" employee apologising for the inconvenience...Maybe no one was getting fired now...Every thing seemed to have ended so perfectly for everyone but me...
Even my dad managed to smile and even though I tried so hard but I somehow couldn't make my cheeks open wide and say 'cheese'...!!!
This time the depression was for real and was worse than what I had ever imagined...Nothing seemed to be fake or disillusioned
I was no longer dreaming about any forune or fame, no longer an imagination of hearing a life changing verdict in the court of law...No longer the thoughts of fortune overnight, no longer a dream of being gifted every good thing that the world has got to offer...
Yes, that sweet lady broke my heart....and it took me a week to realise one hard fact about the truth of life...
You can't be gifted the heaven, you gotta work right down from the bottom and fight your way to the top...The top from where the world looks 'like a spec in the pure glass' (hope you got that) and accomplishments seem larger than life itself...!

Freedom Blogger now with some 'REALISTIC' dreams and mature imaginations....Freedom Blogger RE-AWAKENED!

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