The Saints Are Coming

From Gaza to Switzerland

2011-07-27T19:11:00.001+05:30

Every year I wait for the best time of the year that is when the sun is baking the deserts of Middle East and concrete Jungles of Dubai, expats like me are busy booking their tickets and buying gifts for their loved ones preparing to go back to their home countries for a much awaited summer vacation. While students in my college are busy planning their trips to Europe and America, I count down the days till I reach home because for a fact I know the lure of ancient and romantic cities of Europe and the scenic Swiss Alps are not much of an attraction when u have been brought up in the valley of Kashmir.

The promise of a peaceful summer vacations at my home is what keeps me going through all the ups and downs and challenges of our otherwise easy college life. The promise of a perfect summer in the midst of snow capped Himalayas, the gushing waters of Aharbal, the glaciers of Sonamarg, the lush meadows of Gulmarg, the dense forests of Pahalgam, the sunset on Boulevard, and the infinitely many other equally beautiful places still to be explored.

Unfortunately for last three seasons, all the plans just remained a piece of writing on a white sheet of paper. Three consecutive summers of unrest and turmoil, it was as if Kashmir was on the verge of a breaking point either an unlikely revolution or a terrible civil war. And I didn’t know which side to be on, whether to think of the uprising as an ‘instigated’ violence by some vested interests against the system or whether to think of it as a genuine call for freedom against a foreign rule which has killed more than 100,000 innocent lives of our own. I didn’t know how to react, whether to be angry at my people for ruining otherwise a perfect tourist season and with it the livelihood of many locals or to stand tall shoulder to shoulder with my people and participate in this fight against injustice and oppression. In the end, inherited selfish human nature won over me and I preferred to stay inside the safety of my home cursing the people for ruining my hard earned summer vacations and did nothing while hundreds more sacrificed their lives for a just cause which may seem impossible and futile to a keen observer.

This year like the previous years we waited for the summer with same impatience and excitement although a fear of one more ruined vacation seemed to take hold of my sub conscience every now and then but I always pushed away the thoughts by planning trips hoping for perfect holidays at home. And then the time came for all of us to pack our bags and leave for our homes. As usual most of my friends flew to various parts of Europe while I boarded the same Air India flight which would take me to my beloved home, Kashmir.

To my surprise I was one of the only 4 or 5 Kashmiris waiting in the queue to board the flight whom I could recognize easily due to very peculiar characteristic traits and sharp facial features inherited in our race! Rest were from different parts of not just India but whole world as it seemed. It was clear from the excitement on their faces that they were tourists on a trip of their lifetime. I could recognize hearing German, French, Russian and even Persian being spoken by people sitting behind me and I myself sat with a bunch of Indian tourists. I didn’t know what to expect when my flight landed at Srinagar International Airport because if it was anything close to last three years than it would be a long journey home. I remember travelling from airport to home last year under immense protection as if a VIP travelling in the war zones of Gaza, Palestine.

But to add to my surprise there were no hartals or curfews, no calls, no demonstrations, no protests, no burning of tires or shouting of slogans, not even any pelting of stones. Every single native seemed to be occupied with some work of their own and the youth busy with their colleges and schools while a crowd of tourists happily passed by them. The smiling faces of foreigners clearly explained the excitement and pleasure they felt in just being here as if a chance of a lifetime. Maybe they had waited so long to see this land in all its glory for it had been famously described as being the heaven on earth. I could easily imagine them exclaiming in their minds…’’Heaven!’’

Elders of my family often used to tell me about the glory days of Kashmir before the violence broke out. How alongside the crystal clear waters of Dal and Nigeen, Boulevard would be crowded with the foreign crowds. When all you could see were people equally as fair as local Kashmiris but with various shades of hair color. They used to tell me of the days when everywhere your head turned you would recognize Bollywood stars posing for their shots and yet it was treated as just being a very ordinary event. They used to tell me of the days when people with blonde and red hair used to come from the various parts of the world just for a breathtaking sunset on Dal Lake, or for the exciting skiing on the slopes of Gulmarg, or for the challenging treks of Mahadev, Haramukh and Kolohoi, or for a taste of Wazwan and Kehwa,or to buy themselves the treasured handicraft furniture and rugs or simply just to stay here and enjoy the hospitable and warm nature of a typically cultured Kashmiri family as if this was the closest thing to heaven in this world.

All I could see today was something which reminded me of the same days of the old that my elders used to tell me of. Tourists from all parts of the world had lined up boulevard, the hotels were fully booked, shikaras loaded with tourists floated on the sparkling waters of Dal, Houseboats were getting some of their dedicated foreign tourists back after a break of two generations. And in the midst of all this I happened to meet a group of French, Swiss and Austrian tourists who after a brief conversation stated that even though their country is very beautiful and the Alps are glorious but it is nowhere near to what they had seen in the past 2 weeks in Kashmir. I even met some young tourists from Southern India who were otherwise very rigid vegetarians but couldn’t resist tasting the famous Wazwan of Kashmir!

I have never seen such perfect summers in Kashmir since the year of my birth which happens to be the most unfortunate year in the history of this land. Although it might be nothing new to elders to see the tourists crowding the valley as if Kashmir was the centre of world tourism but for people of my generation this might be a very rare sight. Comparing the current tourist season with any of the 80s or 70s the elders might shoot down the current season as just a rare and very small scaled glimpse of old but for people my age it is the best we have seen in past 20 years.

Seeing the vast contrasts of two summers separated by just 12 months is remarkable. It was as if just a year ago I had left my home in a war like situation where the people had stood up in unison against a power much greater, as if I had spent my last summer’s in a safe house in the heavily disturbed Gaza of Palestine and yet just one year later I come here as if coming to the serene and peaceful Switzerland of the East.

One just can’t resist but give in to the temptation of imagining what a peaceful Kashmir would look like. A booming economy, the tourist centre of the world, prosperity and peace to its people and once again a cultural and religious hub of the whole region in large. Once again a land of mystics and Sufis, untouched valleys and unseen treasures of nature. Even a possible centre of world adventure sports. Unmatched potential for progress and prosperity co existing with our old age customs and traditions of brotherhood and hospitality. A coexistence of the prosperous and modern new with our very unique old. Ahh… How I wish!

What an unfortunate generation I belong to, I never got to see the Kashmir I imagine in my dreams, which was a reality my elders lived. Dream it truly is and coming back to the actual current reality of today where an entire generation has been led aimlessly by leaders who themselves have failed to recognize an actual aim for struggle, a realistic goal. A rational mind tends to think that accepting our destiny and fate lies with the might of our foreign ruler may be the best option for a fact that no blood would be shed, no innocent lives would be lost and tourism based economy will once again boom. But for a passionate lover of his land it is very hard to accept a personal life of prosperity and peace when his land is still not free and the sacrifices of his brothers have been forgotten.

Personally, I still can’t decide what the future of my land should be. Peace and prosperity of my valley at the cost of true freedom or freedom at the cost of our economy and more importantly many more innocent lives. This is a question that can’t be asked because it can’t be answered. The answer can’t be asked from our leader or our ideal, it lies deep within our own patriotic souls. All we need to do is look deep into ourselves with a patriotic and yet very rational mind and see for ourselves what truly is the best for our mother land. I believe, God will answer.

For the time being I enjoy the very brief period of peace and prosperity that this summer is and take as many digital pictures as possible for my college so that when my Europe return friends meet me, they all will exclaim in unison…”Switzerland wasn’t this beautiful !”

2011-02-15T23:45:00.000+05:30

Starry Night

2010-08-03T00:34:00.005+05:30

It is early August and the beautiful summer season is into its maturity with flowers blossoming in my garden. Tonight the sky is clearer than usual and exposing all shinning wonders hidden beyond imagination. The stars appear brighter than they usually are; something is different about this night. Maybe they have assembled to bear witness to how paradise will burn into ashes.

Turning the head other way, and there they are moving in the sky as if being summoned by God himself. A cluster of shooting stars moving across the dark sky and slowly fading away behind the mighty mountains which limit my vision. I keep searching for the horizon and the shooting star but the farthest I see are the peaks of the snow clad Himalayas.

I hear voices echoing in the valley, this is nothing like I have heard before. An entire population singing in unison; singing as if charmed by the Pied Piper himself. They sing of their brotherhood, they sing of their patriotism, they sing of their nation, they sing of their freedom, they sing of their sacrifice, they sing of their martyrdom, they sing of their valley.

Decades of anger and frustration, an entire generation of oppressed and tortured unfortunates on the streets. A generation of my peers, a generation I have grown up with. A generation which has seen their fathers murdered, their brothers tortured, their sisters raped, their mothers widowed. An entire generation of youth which has grown up in fear of the men in camouflaged army uniforms. ‘

They gave up guns and bullets for a promise of better future, a future where they saw their freedom and prosperity. A promised ‘azaadi’. Twenty years later and the promises still remain unfulfilled. They have had enough of their leaders and their so called country. The limit has been reached and breached; they will no longer remain mute spectators to oppression. The fear of death is no longer a fear, they accept death as if martyrdom. Children, men and women all hand in hand, an entire population of ordinary unarmed Kashmiris protesting on streets for their freedom, fighting for their basic human rights, for their right to democracy and self determination of their nationality.

The bullets fail to deter their march past Indian paramilitary camp after camp, one falls and three more take his place and this time only with louder slogans and harsher tone. Young blood gushes through the gutters and smoke fills up the air. The frightening memories of losing their beloved to the men in uniform still haunts them, maybe this is what has made their hearts so strong that even the bullets don’t seem to stop them. The memories which never seem to die, reminders of their sacrifices. They ask of the 90,000 brothers which they lost to Indian forces, the 7000 brothers that disappeared in Indian custodies, the 100,000 children that have been orphaned, the 22,000 women that have been widowed, the 10,000 women that have been raped. They ask of their childhood which was spent hiding in the closet and now their youth which is lost in pelting stones at an enemy which was supposed to be a friend.

This is an entire generation which has been misunderstood by the rest of the patriotic India, which sees stone pelting as riots and mobs while ignoring and overlooking the basic causes of this anger and frustration.

Suddenly a massive explosion wakes me up from this procrastination and deafening screams of my brothers being murdered are heard from all directions; and yet the mountains refuse to stop the echoing voices in my ear”Sarfarosho Chalo...Cheenke lenge Azaadi Azaadi”

This time I see a shooting star blazing the night sky and I close my eyes and ask God for myself.

As I get ready to go inside and have a nice dinner with my family; tears fill my eyes and I can’t make out if it is the tear gas explosion which is making me cry or my inner conscience which asks of me what I have done for my valley.

On a brain vacation

2009-08-11T02:28:00.004+05:30

The will to write is sometimes just not enough to make you write…Sometimes it takes a lot more than a sudden burst of immense youthful energy and revolutionary thoughts…And sometimes a lot more than an immaculate vocabulary to come up with even a single sentence…Sometimes the mind just goes blank without any memory of ever learning the technique of expressing itself through the ‘art of writing’…!
And yet sometimes the brain has not been polished enough to take up the ‘art’ or maybe sometimes it goes on a long vacation tired of burdening itself for making out logic from absurd…and every time come up with a new passage of genius thoughts to write, leaving behind scars from the brutal war between inherited ignorance and earned knowledge…

These scars can even become a reason for losing sanity…they need their time to heal…
Sometimes it really needs one hell of an effort to convince the brain to ask the will of your hands to sit in front of a keyboard and ask the fingers to start pressing some keys…!
And yet even after such a long vacation of slumber, the bloody brain (my brain!) still didn’t forget the places the fingers used to visit to meet their beloved…THE KEYS!(I mean the placing of keys on the qwerty keyboard…!!!)
It’s almost as if a love affair between the brain and the keyboard through fingers as an intermediating body…Or maybe a love triangle…!!!

Such crazy thoughts are just a few symptoms of this ‘brain block syndrome’ which has kept me away from my passion…passion to write my heart out
A rusted rough mind which has lost the skill and touch needed to take up the art of polished writing…!
The cerebrum might be partially damaged due to the continuous overburdening of its think tank in the past or maybe the tank might have fired a few missiles back at the thoughts which used to fire it up…!
This brain vacation is something as difficult to fight as it is to comprehend the last few paragraphs of utter bullshit…!!!(Gosh sometimes even a sleeping cerebrum can come up with such authentic sounding, praisworthy bullshit! )

This mind vacation is so difficult to overcome that not even the will power of the brain itself is strong enough to create a way for a passage of thoughts to flow through…Maybe sometimes where there is a will there ain’t a way…(What if the will itself is corrupt and has sided with the brain…!!!)…Now really it proves my point…I am on the verge of losing sanity…!!! (and I am so unfit to write!)
Dear folks, it’s called mind block syndrome…!

Hey folks…You may go ahead and shout out loud at this waste of time…the confusing, meaningless BULLSHIT…start cursing me or do what ever you want to, but I hardly care because my brain has stopped taking any offences…The offences which made it write when the paradise (valley) burnt or when a true spirit was murdered or when a divine intervention never happened…!!!

Maybe this imaginary vacation might never end and I will never ever see the old brain which used to give me some ideas thoughts and inspiration to type on this beautiful keyboard (there it goes again…told you “it’s” totally hitting on this keyboard !!!)…

Maybe the mind is trying to play some mind games…(here I go again with another insane thought…!!!)
Really it pisses me off to see such an immense talent for writing being ruined by an insane brain vacation which has kept my fingers away from the beautiful keyboard since ages…(almost a year now)
Let’s pray and hope for the reunion of the romantic fingers and the beautiful keyboard…A short lived marriage which made me blog for a year with some virtual success and imaginary fan following…

And there it goes again….ALL BLANK…

“I can’t feel no pain for others anymore, I am occupied with my own agony…I can’t see no injustice anymore, I am blind with my own dreams…I can’t raise a voice anymore, I am speaking only for my own sake…”

Maybe unknowingly we all are on a brain vacation...

One day to live

2009-05-01T00:00:00.004+05:30

"Uno Dos Tres!"...It kept me waiting for almost three long months, and here it is...finally one more blog to add to the already other two on "BITS and PIECES" from fellow batch mates...Although it took more than four long months but the first hatrick being completed I expect many more blogs to follow (hopefully in this lifetime only..!!!)...So here it is a beautifull poem by a fellow class mate

One Day To Live
One day, a butterfly emerged from its cocoon,
And thought of all the things life could give,
It prayed to god to be with her,
Because she had only one day to live....

She wanted to see the whole world
She had many wishes to fulfil,
But all she had was one day with her,
And the day was at her will

She went from every flower to flower wishing everyone,
She met every plant tree
She left no one...

The morning passed peacefully
And slowly afternoon came
She sang and danced with the others
But in heart she knew everything was not the same

And as the night started,
To light its bright silvery stars
The butterfly bid goodbye to all
And started its journey afar...

And everyone had tears in their eyes,
Cause nobody had as much to give
As the little butterfly had given,
Who had only one day to live...

By Manshila Adlakha

(Manshila is also a fellow class mate and a computer programming genius...A master in C++ and a passionate novel addict...A really sweet person to talk with...And still somehow NOT a 'NERD'..Infact something totally opposite..!)

In Gods lap

2009-04-10T00:01:00.001+05:30

“If you want to find God, find him in yourself...
And if you still can’t...then head for the mountains...!”

The magnificent Himalayas surrounding the Kashmir valley protect it like a great wall against the mythical dragons and evil spirits...the mountain range provides the valley with breathtaking natural beauty and its own patches of paradise on earth...It also provides mountaineers with great opportunities to conquer the mightiest mountains and the toughest peaks ever known....
The famous Sufi saints of the valley drew their inspiration from the mountains...The mountains form a part of the famous legends and myths and an integral part of the mystical world...
It was during my famous and rigorous Biscoe school camps that I got curious to know why some people give up all their worldly wealth and come to mountains, leaving behind their ‘few’ friends, families and desperate enemies...giving up all the earthly pleasures and luxuries and all the glory just for the sake of sitting on a mountain peak and gazing at the sky...!
It all seemed so inappropriate and crazy for such successful people to give away their fortune and take up the life of a homeless wanderer with nothing to lose...Maybe they were possessed by the demons or maybe they were insane...Whatever it was, it never made any sense...
The good old Biscoe days when we were made to scale the traditional tough terrains with heavy haversacks on our adolescent backs and wood for camp fire in our soft hands...

Even long before we hit puberty, we were already scaling the mighty Himalayas aimlessly in search of something we knew not....!
And that something was something we were never aware of...All the while I used to wonder the point of punishing our bodies and going beyond limits into unknown terrains and territories...Maybe it was the lure of conquering the mighty mountain and the treasured feeling of standing on the highest peak as if proclaiming our superiority over all other creatures or maybe it was the adrenaline rush of walking the treacherous and most dangerous narrow paths...I believed it was the natural greed of the human nature for glory which kept us going even in the worst situations...
But how wrong could I have been...!!!
Having passed all the physical endurance tests and conquered all the mountains...Still the same question haunted the adolescent mind...
The question which had no answer...Some gave up and moved ahead into a world of unsatisfied accomplishments where they would always find something missing from their lives, an internal peace and satisfaction which would haunt them for the rest of their mortal life...
But some persevered and resisted until they lost their sense of existence in search of the answer...

Some say the mountains are haunted by the Jinn’s and the wandering spirits and some say by the walking snowman called ‘Yetis’...and sometimes such unbelievable myths come to life when you gaze on the giant footsteps in the snow or an exorcism being performed on a mountain side...
Sometimes what you see is hard to believe...and sometimes such truths shake your soul inside out awakening it to an unbelievable reality...!
Many monks climb the steep slopes in search of the eternal Shangri-la and many Sadhus wander in hope of finding the mighty Shiva in the mountains...
The tough treks up the steep mountain slopes and the uphill battle against the elements... Maybe I used to interpret such voluntary self torture as the human nature of ambition and greed for power...But the truths hidden in the mountains never lie and they speak of the divine...

The gigantic mountains are a source of mystical experiences...Breath taking sunset and sunrise, the lush green forests, the treacherous steep slopes, spine chilling piercing winds...the melting glaciers and the fresh snow...the huge rocks surrounded by wild flowers...the gushing white waters...sparkling fresh morning dew...the unending long days and the starry nights...the uncertainty of time...the calm of the valley...everything a mortal could ask for...and yet the same old greed of wanting more...the desire to fulfil all the unsatisfied emotions, an ambition to go to the top...a struggle for an internal satisfaction and peace...a fight for power and desires...a fight for the title of strongest and most powerful
When the mountain finally beats you down to earth...tired and beaten...ashamed of the unsuccessful efforts...defeated and broken, having lost to the mother nature...then for the first time in your life you start looking around yourself, admiring all the gifts that nature has bestowed on us...contemplating and reflecting on how the water always manages to break through such massive rocks and make its way forward...how the weakest of creatures manages to survive in the most hostile environment...how each and every creation is unique and wonderful as if designed by God himself...humbled by the experience, you watch the tall mountain in awe and wonder...

And finally a DIVINE intervention....!
The spirit is awakened...a divine satisfaction and peace blesses the soul...
A soul which suddenly wakes up after years of slender and wakes to the voice of nature...The Gods nature....you give up and let yourself be defeated and feel like having achieved all that was to achieve...you no longer want to win...
It’s the feeling when you realise how small is your existence...how powerless are your most powerful attributes...a true realisation, as if you have conquered death itself
this feeling of being mortal and weak makes you lie back and enjoy the painful moment of your defeat...the moment when you look up at the sky, close your eyes with the last bit of strength left in your body...you see yourself elevate to a land unknown to this world...a land of the pure and divine...a land of freedom from desire and ambition...a land of fulfilled promises and wishes...a land of peace and satisfaction....a land of perfection and blessings...a land of joy and justice
Sitting on the peak of the mountain and looking at the world with a changed perspective, praising the God who created you from dust...
All the achievements and all the wealth are of no value any longer...All the ambitions and desires disappear into thin air...Finally you have found the answer, an answer to all your questions... you bow down and gaze with utter humility at your own humble soul...
Opening your eyes, you find yourself lying back in Gods own lap...
The mountain is no longer a question of intimidation...it’s no longer a challenge...you move on with respect for each and every step that the mountain allows you to take on its back...the soul has finally awakened to the reality of this world and the world after...
God always gives you traces of his existence...it’s we who need to open our eyes, awaken our humble spirit and start admiring God in everything that has been created...it maybe the mighty mountains or the vast plains or even a simple rock lying by a river...God flows through all his creations
A divine realisation of our mere existence and a divine creator of all...a humbling experience...an eternal peace and satisfaction found in the magical mountains and mystical valleys where you find yourself lying in Gods own lap...
Your own Shangri-la, an answer to all the questions...

Mystic woman

2009-02-28T01:50:00.000+05:30

There she stood in all her glory basking in the bright summer sunshine, breathing in the fresh air of the early morning...An illustration of a poet’s imagination...A majestic creation of the creator... A Blessed soul...A gifted body...A diamond in a crown of pearls...A vision of the heavenly beauty...A fragrance of the divine...An unheard reality...A magical aura
Enchanted and captivated in the imagination of witnessing the holy, he stared at the mirror asking for forgiveness....Forgiveness of witnessing something so pure that even his white soul seemed black...
His love was true...but unheard and untold it remained locked in the upper left side of his humanly body...Silence prevailed...Despair crept in, choking his already tight throat...The voice no longer seemed to come from the same old man, a man of confidence and accomplishments...The ‘weeds’ were of no help any longer...He was truly in a spell...Unable to express and incapable to feel the sense of being loved...
Hidden from reality a curse that made him to hate his own human soul...The spell that had taken a toll on his ordinary human body...choking himself to death and unable to gather the strength to express his feelings...
The miserable soul never realised the reality of his short mortal life that he wasted in a mere pursuit of something he was never destined for...Heartbroken he choked in silence till the day God decided to end the agony and take him in his divine arms...
Spell of the mystic woman which made him to stop believing in his own God given talents...A spell which only death could end...
“But It was too late to realise the curse which made him to hate himself actually never existed but it was just a mere fabrication of his own shy soul...”
And he never got a second chance to take his diamond and place her in his crown of pearls.....................The spell of the mystic woman...

Global economic crisis

2009-02-14T21:37:00.002+05:30

Finally some more response…Here I got the second blog on this blogspot from a fellow college peer Phani Teja, a critical thinker and a guy who loves Physics and its strange laws…!
Here is a piece of his mind on the current global economic crisis and recession…

The word in everyone’s mouth these days…"Why is the whole world up on its toes and dancing on it's head!...why are the investors not so happy any more???"
How did it all start…???
Some tough questions but let me try to answer some...
Maybe the economists can say that it started from the banks not giving enough loans...and also the closure of some of the world famous banks due to losses all of a sudden…the world hasn’t overseen the crisis in terms of rising prices…every time an economic crisis occurs, the immediate effects will be the sudden increase of prices…after it gets over as the world gets to settle, the prices increase on a normal basis…but the increase prevails for a long time..
Lehmann Bros. Co. Ltd are down…the company which withstood the crisis in 1921 could not stand for the present status…its sudden closure was received with a shock by Americans which actually shouldn’t be the case, as it was already expected due to the poor business and decreasing foreign investments by the top class companies in their bank…
Banks stopped giving loans...investors feared loses and withdrew money from the banks…as in a general case, a person invests money only to get profits and if he can’t see much profit he wouldn’t dare to invest…this was one of the causes for the recession due to the ever increasing costs the investors hesitated to step into invest money on projects...removal of money from banks led them to low down the interest rates…may be the coming months would see a 0% interest policies by the banks...
So what’s actually happening to the money???
the money in some amount is getting stored in the lockers(not exactly what u call as black money) and the rest is in the banks stored safe but can’t be withdrawn as u know for every investment the investor visits a bank for help and it is only with the banks assurance that he goes over with his project….therefore this vicious circle only tells you about the control of money flow… In a whole the Money flow is stopped, the banks are running slow and no big exchanges are taking place.
50 million (5 crore) Indians have lost their jobs in America. Another 10 million have lost their jobs in gulf countries …The increase is sadly expected to continue. ..Analysts say that it would take atleast 6 months or more for America to come out of it (the numbers can definitely increase ) and 8 months atleast for the gulf countries and may be more than 12 months for India to regain normalcy…
Directly or indirectly … Economic crisis has already affected every field
By Phani Teja

New Year Resolution

2008-12-26T19:08:00.002+05:30

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

NEW YEAR RESOLUTION

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

REDEFINE IT WITH PEACE

WHERE PEOPLE UNITE TO SAVE LIFE!

By D.KEERTHI ADITHYA

(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

2008-12-26T18:25:00.007+05:30

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 body....to 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 mirmusadiqali@gmail.com (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....!!!)

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

2008-12-25T23:59:00.000+05:30

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....
BUT...here 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 ride...an entire ocean away from home...caught here in the middle of a concrete jungle surrounded by vast deserts and unending waters....here 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 back...plus 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 came...how the people got crushed whenever they tried to stand up and fight...it hurts to make myself go through the same shit again and again...so 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 land...it’s my land...my people’s land...)
Well.....as 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 on...be 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 world......so 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..!!!)

Hmmm....so 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...”
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF BLOGGING...!

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 confusion...here 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 lost...so 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 was...an extempo or an advertisement of my blog.....!
The whole time consciously or unconsciously, I kept mentioning time and again about my blog...my very own blog!!!...and now when I look back at it...it 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 site...so 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... 2virginz.blogspot.com.....The Saints Are Coming.......”
THANK YOU

Whoa...!!! the response I got.....wow, 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 good...excellent....you just lost two marks for putting in a lot of content in too little time...you 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... 2virginz.blogspot.com.....The Saints Are Coming.......”

And as promised.....here 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...!!!!)

2VIRGINZ (JOBS)...BLOGGING PARTNER NEEDED

2008-12-19T00:01:00.000+05:30

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

http://2virginz.blogspot.com/

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 “2virginz.blogspot.com” 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 mirmusadiqali@yahoo.co.in ..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

B3 OR!GINAL…B3 YOUS3LF…B3 TH3 2nd V!RG!N

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

2008-12-18T19:10:00.008+05:30

"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 west...an 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 lost...it 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 land....an 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

"I AM BACK...REBORN AND REAL...THE SECOND COMING!"

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

2008-08-24T00:01:00.004+05:30

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 days..one 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 DOESN'T ALWAYS MEAN INDEPENDENCE...!!!

Freedom Blogger...Signing out indefinitely

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

2008-08-23T22:57:00.004+05:30

"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...

We need some 'real' heroes not any virtual messiahs

2008-08-20T17:30:00.003+05:30

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
(I call it “BLOGGING IN BITS AND PIECES”…!!!)
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….
I DON’T WANT ANY ENCOURAGEMENT OR ANY OPPOSITION…NEITHER ANY TRAFFIC NOR ANY AUDIENCE…
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….!

Black Out (Blogging in Dark)

2008-08-15T20:45:00.002+05:30

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)
Hmmm....so 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...!)

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

2008-08-14T18:15:00.005+05:30

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).....so it was quite predictable to see the anger in the Indian public which reflected in the comments....(still wondering which comments??...read 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….!!!)
http://www.greaterkashmir.com/full_story.asp?Date=14_8_2008&ItemID=29&cat=21

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 was....my 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 ‘virginz.blogspot.com’) 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 kashmir-truth-be-told.blogspot.com 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 (virginz.blogspot.com) 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

Kashmir Suffers (What the media never reports)

2008-08-13T12:39:00.009+05:30

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....

THIS IS THE STORY OF EVERY OTHER KASHMIRI WHO EVENTUALLY DECIDES TO TAKE UP ARMS TO FIGHT AGRESSION AND OPRESSION
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')

Kashmir Burns (blogging LIVE from war scene)

2008-08-12T19:16:00.002+05:30

"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…
India is a great nation and even greater are it’s secular and warm hearted people…WE WANT YOUR SUPPORT…WE KASHMIRIS ARE ALONE AND INJURED IN THIS NEVER ENDING BATTLE AGAINST OPPRESSION…WE NEED OUR INDIAN BROTHERS TO STEP FORWARD AND HELP US WHEN WE NEED THEM MOST….WE ARE TIRED AND WE ARE BATTERED BUT WE WON’T GIVE UP…WE ARE CRYING OUT FOR HELP…

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…)
“I SWORE TO SPEAK THE TRUTH, NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH”

All my class teachers over 14 years

2008-08-09T12:00:00.005+05:30

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. :-
Headmaster-Mr.Rajendra
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

THE MOST FANTASTIC THING WAS THAT MY HOUSE i.e MAHADEV HOUSE REMAINED UNBEATEN CHAMPIONS RIGHT FROM MY CLASS 5TH TILL I LEFT THE SCHOOL IN MY CLASS 12TH...8 consecutive years of my school life as a Champion n maybe still going strong...
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...

THERE WILL BE BLOOD (Amarnath Land Issue communalised)

2008-08-06T12:38:00.011+05:30

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 planned....it 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 land..it 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 think...an 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
Yes, THERE WILL BE BLOOD....!
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....

Kashmir neglected (Amarnath Land Row)

2008-08-02T11:18:00.001+05:30

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)
http://www.greaterkashmir.com/full_story.asp?Date=2_8_2008&ItemID=47&cat=1

Dance-O-Phobic

2008-07-31T11:57:00.002+05:30

“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…!

Balancing Beauty

2008-07-26T12:06:00.000+05:30

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...!!!

That sweet lady broke my heart

2008-07-25T11:06:00.010+05:30

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 pocket...it 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!

Yipee...I lost my luggage!

2008-07-18T13:52:00.002+05:30

Well it's been some days since I blogged and AdSense now even blocked me...! (aah...I had already earned around 50$...just a 50 more and I would have been signing cheques with Google...but as always, ma bad luck!)
I already tolya, now I really don't give a damn whether AdSense approves me or not coz I've chosen to be a ‘Freedom Blogger’…and today this Freedom Blogger has got his date with destiny.....

Hmmm so now coming back to the point where I had been all these days, well lemme explain to you…
I had been expecting some important shipment to arrive from the bottom of the country (Pune to Kashmir)...I had already paid the cargo transporting agency (the big global brand "Gati") and the shipment was supposed to drop at my door on 9th July but now it's 18th July and I still haven't received any of my precious cargo...
Tracking online at 'Gati.com' shows that the whole cargo is stuck in Jammu due to the continuous strike but I wonder....hmmm...10 days and they couldn't even get an hour to move it through the alleys of my fellow Jammuites...!!!
(I still can't figure out, what the hell is Jammu protesting for !!!
We surely ain’t got any explanation else than BJP misleading our fellas and creating a communal issue as a propaganda for winning the elections)
The worst thing is that I have already paid ‘Gati’ a good amount of money and the whole cargo is really precious ta me coz it contains some of my most beloved and even some of the most COSTLY things...
I could somehow smell something fishy going on...the next thing I did was call the Gati customer care office yesterday to ask for an explanation to keep me waiting for such a long time......
and OMG what I hear is mind blowing (literally!)

Gati customer care-(a nervous lady with a very sweet accent): “Sorry Sir, the continuous strike has been keeping us from delivering your shipment on time”
Me-(an 18 year old enjoying his newly found independence): “Stupid Ass holes!... the strike hasn't been on for last 10 days...what the fuck is it...”
Gati-(the same sweet lady with no longer a sweet accent): “Sorry Sir, actually we have only got 3 of your bags and we are still searching for the 4th bag!”

NOW WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO REACT LIKE...???
Curse the sweet receptionist or cry my heart out over the very precious and beloved stuff in the 4th bag....???
Naah…that ain’t my game….!
Here's what I did...dropped the phone without even hearing her sweet explanation and jumped into the air (no not in anger)...
“OH MY GOD…THEY DID IT..!!!”
HURRAH!....yeah.......fantastic......great.......I can't believe my luck……what an opportunity.......!!!!

Now you folks must be wondering that I must be nuts....

Naah people I ain’t such a stupid psycho dancing at the death of a very precious bag.....such chances never come knocking at your door so easily…
A world renowned and most reliable organization such as ‘Gati’ messing up and losing your luggage means that lady luck has just arrived...
To put it in simple words...Dude you just got your chance at a million dollars...!!!
Oh yeah baby, I might sound irrational or stupid but not many people get such chances where they can earn a fortune overnight....!!!

Still wondering what I am talking about......?????
Dumb.....!
I get a chance to sue ‘Gati’ and I got a 200% chance to recover a hell lot more than what ever I lost...A law suit against such a big brand and such a genuine case in my favor can only mean one thing…”MONEY MONEY MONEY…MONEY” (remember the title track of The Apprentice!)...
They lost my luggage when they had already taken the money and had guaranteed to deliver it on my door step ( it was all in writing)....but now they not only lost the bag, but the precious stuff inside it (the SECRET value of which only I know...!!!! hehe), they even caused a psychiatric effect on my mind...I mean I'm into a sort of depression since my luggage got lost (lolz!)....they have in fact duped a customer........now it won't take a genius to figure out the massive effect it can have on the image of a global brand such as ‘Gati’....
If I'm not mistaken, they can easily pay a fortune to make for the VARIOUS (physical and emotional) damages....!!!!!!!!
hehee.......lolz I sound wicked, but I ain't wrong either...it was their responsibility to drop the luggage at my door step and they failed to do so....and they can't even blame the Jammu strike for it....
Their mistake, now they better pay for it...

I can't believe my luck....I am almost famous...!!!
Wow...suing ‘Gati’ would be like swimming in gold...!!!!
My dad has already called the managing officer and warned of the consequences (but unlike me, he's kina seems more interested in getting back the bag than in contacting the family lawyer!)
We all know what a consumer court is...right...??...hehee
‘Gati’ people are already pissed off and they working overtime to track the lost bag (I could hear the screams and shouts and smell the sweat on their fore-heads over the phone line!)…Someone is surely gonna be fired…!
They have promised to track and even deliver the luggage by tomorrow.....failing which....we gonna move the court

Let me pray and hope the bag never gets tracked ever again and I no longer care for the beloved stuff in that black bag...(you folks already know why!)...
heh
lemme keep my fingers crossed and hope that I finally get my own SELF MADE fortune
Will keep all ya folks out there updated on whatever happens...hope all ya pray for my cause...!!! heh

OOOWW I'M SO DEPRESSED....!!!!!!!
hehehee
To be prosecuted...

Freedom Blogging ("Not the Bucks but the Hearts")

2008-07-14T11:13:00.004+05:30

It’s been almost two months since the day I posted my first blog…I started blogging as a jobless eighteen year old trying to kill his ‘useless’ time somehow and anyhow…!
But now with almost 50 days of experience behind my ass, I started learning some new things about blogs…For example, just two months back I didn’t even know the meaning of word blog…! But now, I think I can give some lectures on traffic, key words, adsense, page imprints, banners and a hell lot more to earn you a fortune…
I never knew that blogging could be such fun…And never even imagined that people could make a living on blogs…that too a luxurious living…(phew…I was stunned to see people make 6 digit salary on mere two hours of daily blogging !)
It’s wonderful to realize the amazing things a blogger can achieve…The kind of traffic and money a blogger can generate is simply unbelievable…
I started blogging with an aim to express my feelings and views and to write whatever I feel like writing…
And then came the 'adsense'….
I got the Google adsense in my blogs and all I earned for almost 30 days was just a mere dollar or two (when fellow bloggers are earning a dollar every minute..!)
But then, a little bit of research and detailed analysis...BANG! here, I am…with the knowledge of all the tricks and techniques to earn your own self made fortune (incredibly it works for almost every damn blogger in this world) ….
But every up side has an eternal down side…(hope I got that proverb right!)
all those tricks and techniques are supposed to take away my freedom and shear joy of writing whatever I want and the way I want…
Well...honestly speaking, I can’t give up my style of writing for the money generating keywords… the freedom of writing when ever I feel like (blogging daily forms a basis of money making but I ain’t gonna blog just for the sake of blogging!)…I can’t give up my style and freedom just for earning some good bucks…NO, I CAN'T

I chose to be a “FREEDOM BLOGGER” ,who writes his stuff his own way, an OR!G!NAL and D!V!N3 way….

A 'Freedom Writer' who never dreams of getting a cheque from Google but a blogger who’s enough free spirited to write his feelings and earn some hearts if not some bucks…!
My mood and the way I’m feeling at the moments is expressed in each and every blog that I post…never even care about the key words or the choice of traffic generating topics…I post whatever my fingers start typing …
I chose to be a “FREEDOM BLOGGER”….And you?

Abraham Lincolns letter

2008-07-12T11:30:00.000+05:30

I found this letter during my school days in my English text book...This is a letter which Abraham Lincoln wrote to his son's teacher...I was so moved by the letter that I still keep a copy of it with me and read it when ever I feel down or lonely...This letter conitnues to give me inspiration when ever I feel lost...This letter really keeps me grounded when ever I feel like I ain't in control of myself...This letter is a gift to this world and all its students...
A truely D!V!N3 letter...!

He will have to learn, I know,that all men are not just,all men are not true.
But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician,there is a dedicated leader…
Teach him for every enemy there is a friend,
Steer him away from envy,if you can,teach him the secret of quiet laughter.
Let him learn early that the bullies are the easiest to lick…
Teach him, if you can,the wonder of books…
But also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,bees in the sun,and the flowers on a green hillside.
In the school teach himit is far more honorable to fail than to cheat…
Teach him to have faith in his own ideas,even if everyone tells him they are wrong…
Teach him to be gentle with gentle people,and tough with the tough.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on the band wagon…
Teach him to listen to all men…but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth,and take only the good that comes through.
Teach him if you can,how to laugh when he is sad…
Teach him there is no shame in tears, Teach him to scoff at cynics and to beware of too much sweetness…
Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidders but never to put a price-tag on his heart and soul.
Teach him to close his earsto a howling mob and to stand and fight if he thinks he’s right.
Treat him gently,but do not cuddle him,because only the test of fire makes fine steel.
Let him have the courageto be impatient…let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself,because then he will have sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order,but see what you can do…He is such a fine little fellow,my son!

This letter might be a solution to all the 'modern' social and moral problems in the Kashmiri society...

Why COLA??? (PART-I)

2008-07-11T12:00:00.003+05:30

Pepsi or Coke?...The question sounds something like, "Air or Water"..!!!

well, the wikipedia defines cola as:
(Cola is a sweet, carbonated drink usually with caromel coloring and containing caffeine.
Originally invented by the druggist John Pemberton, it has become popular worldwide. Today, Coca-Cola, Pepsi and RC Cola have become the major international brands, leading to the drink often being seen as a symbol of the west.)

In my eighteen years of existence, I couldn't figure out one thing...WHY A COLA???
This question has troubled me ever since the day I first had a Pepsi (don't exactly remember if it was a Pepsi or a Coke but it was one hell of an attractive bottle!)
I think I told somebody that I'm thirst and he handed me a bottle of cola...

I can't somehow make out why a cola to quench thirst when we got all those HEALTHY fruit juices or even a plain glass of water...Then WHY A COLA???
And that too when a cola fills your stomach as if you just fuelled yourself at the nearest gas station..!
even worse, a cola eats away the calcium which happens to be the food of our bones..!
So why a cola???

Let me confess, I really never appreciated the taste of an unhealthy and GASEOUS cola but I still somehow couldn't resist drinking litres upon litres of the very same cola which I hate....!!!!
Don't know what it is that made me to empty all those taste less cans and bottles into my stomach..(and yeah it really did fill my stomach as if I had emptied a gas station into my body!!!)
I always knew that I actually wanted to buy a bottle of fruit juice but somehow couldn't help myself from buying the "good looking", attractive cola can...!

This isn't a case only with me but I think most of my fellow Kashmiri brothers and for that matter even most of the sisters can't resist getting drenched with a taste less can of cola...
And well, I guess all you folks out there might have already started identifying yourself with the shit I already wrote in here...
Because we all know the fact, the whole world loves to drink a cola even when they hate the very taste of pesticides...!!!

The question still remains, WHY A COLA???

BLOGGERS PARADISE (A challenge for all the bloggers in this world...!)

2008-07-08T12:12:00.000+05:30

Here I challenge all you bloggers in the world...

You may well beat me on the traffic you generate or the AdSense revenue you earn...But lemme tell you, none of you folks out there can beat me on the shear luxury of blogging straight from heaven...!
none of you folks can even imagine what I'm talking about...

Sitting alone in the valley, amidst the virgin mountains covered with sparkling snow and lush green forests, the cold river with its gushing and crystal clear white water, the clouds creating the mystical illusion in my foggy mind, the sounds of the creatures straight from heaven....
The most incredible view wher ever I wander...

Sitting along the river mystic with my laptop and imagining the 11 dimensions of time as if the time time itself had stopped...
This truely is God's own country...

Now how many of you bloggers can beat me on this???
Blogging straight from heaven.....!!!

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Heart Stopping Tennis ("I almost bit through my fingers!")

2008-07-07T12:01:00.001+05:30

Does he ever get tired?

well...hmmm...yawnnn....ahemmm....!!!
(still recovering from last nights DRAMATIC hangover)...the rain kept me waiting through out the night but ultimatley the rain gods had written the most unbelievable script for the fall of Rome...!
Whoa!...what a match....unbelievable...I had never even imagined that any thing else than football could be so exciting and heart stopping....Centre Court might well have seen the greatest match in it's 123 year history...Oh yeah..Not even the famed Borg-McEnroe would have been so exciting...This match might have been the greatest tennis match in history....and definitely by far the best match I have ever witnessed...even topping the last years final....
The first point of the match set the tone for rest of the points to follow...As the commentators described it, "It's like tennis from above!"
2 sets down...Roger had been taken apart by the Rafael's glorious and POWERFUL fore-hand..."It was as if Nadal had been blessed with the stamina of a Spanish bull..!"
chasing every ball and whipping the powerful forehand from impossible angles finally made the world number one to break some sweat and show some emotions on his otherwise emotionless face...!
Yes, Federer was down but surely not out.....
The rain came down heavily in the third set...maybe this time in Federer's favour, giving him all the important time to re asses and realise what had been happening on his beloved Centre Court...(seeing the huge dark clouds above the court, I never expected the match to resume again and even the weather forecast was for a wash out...)
The disappointment of seeing Federer being anhilated made me to switch off the tele in dejection....
Just after an hour or so I logged on to wimbledon.org...the home page with its bold headline...."Roger Fighting Back"...It was a live update on the site...and I jumped to turn on the tele..!
Nadal serving and yes, there it was on the bottom left of the screen...Federer had taken back a set and pulled it to 2-1 and that too in a tie breaker....
just when we thought it wouldn't get any better than this........
Nadal missed a championship point in the fourth set tie breaker and that too on his serve, (shockingly with a double fault)..
The fourth set tie breaker might have been the most exciting 10 minutes of tennis the world has ever seen...I almost bit through my fingers....!
But rain Gods had some other plans in store for us....
rain stopped the match for the second time, this time with all the momentum swinging back in Roger's favour at 2 sets all with 2-2 in 5th set and Roger serving on deuce...It couldn't have been any tighter than this......
Actually I don't wanna write what happened after that because I am a big time Federer fan and it hurts to write how Nadal stopped Federer from making the greatest come back of all time...ahhh what a story it would have been...but only for Nadal...
The king had to fall on his very own backyard....
The five set thriller was destined to end in the most dramatic manner....The final twist in the tale had to be in Rafael's favour when we all expected Roger to make it six in a row...Nadal still had some muscles left to pull some remarkable fore-hands from some un imaginable angles

Well, the truth is...Roger was never at his imperial best...and the better player ON THE DAY won...

This match has surely taken tennis to the next level...The highest level....The only level where an invincible Roger Federer can be beaten...!!!

Wimbledon dream final...

2008-07-05T10:17:00.003+05:30

Every tennis players dream

So here it is...122nd Wimbledon and we get an expected and deserved dream final between the two best players in the world...By far the two most talented players in the world go head to head at the biggest stage of all...The world number 1 against number 2 at Centre Court in Wimbledon...
I JUST LOVE IT!...Roger against Rafael...A repeat of last years amazing final...Whoa!...what a match that was...Roger almost lost it in front of his ideal Bjorn Borg...But not to be...The great man came back and equalled Borg's record of five consecutive Wimbledon titles...Fantastic..
Roger Federrer arguably the greatest player of all time and my all time favourite for sure (well I am talking about men's tennis...I guess you already know who's my real favourite......Yeah, here is a clue...She's tall, she's talented, she hails from Russia, she SHOUTS her way into Grand Slams, and she's HOT...!!!!!!!!! keep guessing..!)
Well Nadal might be determined and strong...he might have all those Spanish muscles to show for and the big grunt with an excellent backhand...he might be 4 years younger than his opponent and yeah, he might be the only player to wear sleeveless in Men's tennis BUT he ain't no Roger....!
It would be one hell of a match and if anything like last year than we are in for one heck of a good time....Nadal came so close last year to finally win something on grass against the very King Of Grass and that too on his very backyard (Centre Court)...but trust me, this year Nadal is a lot stronger...he's already humilated Federrer this year by succesfully retaining Roland Garros (French Open) in straight sets against world number 1 plus the fact that press has dared to write off Fed-Express....So I wonder if the kingdom of Switzerland will finally fall....!!!!!!!
Let's hope EFFORTLESS Roger makes it six in a row against the EXHAUSTING Rafael..wish I had the tickets to fly myself to the Centre Court...but not to be...So let's be glued to tele and hope our Cable Operators don't mess up...! (Star Sports and Vijay Amritraj are doing a fantastic job)
What ever the outcome ...it promises to be a fascinating tennis match and an adrenaline rush EVEN FOR THE NEUTRALS and soccerholics like me.....
well talking about my cheer...I love the guy who once cried at the Australian Open....So you know my cheer
"Come on Roger..Come on" (after all I am from the only valley on this planet which with it's natural beauty can put even Switzeralnd to shame...!)

Come on Roger...Come on!

Let God breathe...( The Holliest Pilgrimage )

2008-07-03T09:13:00.003+05:30

The Holy Amarnath Cave

Hurrah!...Bravo!...The State Government finally succumbed to the massive public pressure and decided to revoke it's land tranfer order (rather land grab)...
A true example of a living and breathing Kashmiri Natioinalism...We got together and fought together for one common cause...we stayed united and WE DID IT....we got our land back...
The scene on the streets depicts a sense of pride and celebration amongst the people with fire crackers going off in the air every now and then as if last two decades had never happened..!
The spirit of the people finally won against all the odds and opposition forces....A perfect proof of people power...
But we must not forget the huge cost of this victory...It cost us 5 precious lives...5 Kashmiris had to lay down their lives to get us our land back...they are the real heroes of this victory...I salute the BRAVE families which had the heart and courage to give us such martyr's who could sacrifice their lives for our soil...
A tribute to all those who lost their lives in this battle against oppression and aggression...
Well, coming on to the issue....We might have won one single battle but we are in a WAR...A war against brute aggression and oppression...a war against human rights vioalation...a war against the propoganda carried by some communal forces portraying Kashmiris as communist...A war against media who only reports one side of a story...a war against the way BJP and VHP has communalised the whole issue and the way it killed this tourist season....a war to save our forests and rivers...a war to be regain our lost identity and freedom
Although the State Government might have dared to take a blow by going against BJP or VHP who supported the 'land grab' and destrengthening of SASB (Shri Amarnath Shrine Board) might have sent a wrong message to the rest of India and it added to the problems of the government...
anyways it still means the same thing other way around...First, the SASB would have constructed the CONCRETE structures over our virgin forests and destroyed the whole landscape but now it's the state government which has got the licence to cut through all the beautiful and dense PROTECTED forests and convert the tourist resorts of Pahalgam and Sonamarg into concrete jungles...
We need to stand up ONCE AGAIN to fight against the odds, this time the issue is of global recognition...the issue is to save environment
The media along with BJP has played a villainous role by reporting only one side of the story thus sending a wrong message out that Kashmiri people are against the Yatra and against the Hindus...when the truth is that we Kashmiris are the most tolerant and hospitable community in the world...and by kashmiris I mean all our Pandit brothers, the Sikh brothers, and the few Budhist and Christians...such a religious harmony..
India curently a growing world power has to play a major role in global issues such as global warming and environment degradation...After all, India is a part of the 'BRIC' nations..that means we are on the verge of being called developed nation....so why can't the Indian government come up with an alternative solution to accomodate all the Yatris and leave our forests untouched...?
Yes, we all agree that the Yatris need some world class infrastructure....But no, not at the cost of forests....
Dare I say, the Hindu God's living in the mountains won't be too pleased to see all their trees being chopped off.....(sorry if I might have sounded rude or unintentionally disrespectful, but I think no religion will ever allow us to ruin nature)

I don't know how many of you would be knowing it because it hasn't been yet popularised in the media...but there is an amazing fact...When one reaches the Holy Amarnath Cave and looks behind at a mountain with concentration...there it appears...carved into the mountain with coloured stones (mostly white)...naturally carved on one side of the mountain is beautifully written "MOHAMMAD" (in Arabic script)...I SWEAR, IT'S TRUE....I have seen the photographs myself...and my dad who once went to the cave in search of that very mountain, actually found it...very few locals (Gujjars and Bakerwals) know it..in fact it was one horse owner who showed my dad the mountain....such a tremendous proof of the holy harmony between all the religions.......with holy Shri Amarnath cave on one side and Mohammad NATURALLY carved into the mountain on other side...It's a miracle...This truely is God's own country

Our Hindu brothers and rest of India must realise the way BJP and VHP are communalising the whole issue and the way media is reporting only one side of the story...otherwise we Kashmiris might be left with a tarnished image which would kill our already struggling tourism industry...
If God created this paradise on earth...He must have created it for himself...
All you devotees out there on a pilgrimage to this valley...WAKE UP...awaken your conscience, elevate your minds, purify your souls....Join our hands to raise one single and united voice to save environment...

Allow God to breathe.....!

let's hope for a DIVIN3 intervention......

Jeans vs. Cargo

2008-07-02T14:50:00.002+05:30

The zillion pocketed, hip hop style funky cargo or an old fashioned vintage cowboy jeans?

Well, it’s been some years since I first noticed the new trend in my valley…I think I was in my high school those days when I saw some friend wearing a funky and unusual BUT SUPPOSEDLY COOL army trouser..!

Those were the days when the trousers (cargo) took off in the valley….and soon it was like a trendy revolution sucking youth into it…
All those multi colored, loose fit, funky hip hop style cargo’s became the Gen next fashion statement…
And the worst thing was that that all the cargo were meant to be UNISEX…so that basically means the same trousers for a babe or a dude…!

Well yea, I must confess the cargo revolution even sucked me into it…and for some time it was like really COOL wearing a cargo and going around…
And yes, must say...The Cargo (don’t know where it get’s it name from) were really comfortable…the loose and light, free fit trousers with enormous color range…and yes, how can I forget the most essential feature of a cargo…the zillion pockets with enough space to let you forget the idea of carrying bags…!
Big, baggy pockets…wonder what they were supposed for….still remember the oldies asking me why I needed so many sacks (baggy pockets!)…hah…
And the trend still continues sucking the youth into its pockets…!

But then, Levis Strauss had not created the jeans for just a decade…
Yes, cargo was like an obsession in youth, but I already knew that I couldn’t stay away from the good old fashioned jeans which had seen my legs grow from few inches to few feet now….!
Jeans which I grew up in, couldn’t be forgotten so easily……
It was like my home calling me…come home to the world of jeans…!!!! Heh

And there had to be a D!V!N3 intervention (as always…!!!!)

this time it was one last jeans left alone in my wardrobe…hiding behind all that cargo jungle…there it lay…neglected, sitting silently and living the last days of its rugged life…torn and tattered, faded but with still enough courage to show its blue….(Damn.... it was so dead that it only required the last rites to be performed to officially state it as dead…!)

But lemme tell ya…that’s The Romance of a Jeans…the faded and rugged, torn and tattered, hardcore jeans….that’s the kind of jeans worth dying for….
So here it was….the vintage good old blue jeans living it’s last few days against a wardrobe full of young and funky cargo’s …and it had to be a jeans which as always won my heart…
I swear. ..that day and this day, I haven’t even touched a cargo…let them suffer for keeping beloved jeans out of my legs for such a long time…!

There’s nothing in this world like a faded blue jeans…it’s classic...it’s vintage…and yeah it’s damn stylish!
After all, only few of us know the fact that the brand new jeans which come out of a factory are sent back to the factory only to be beaten and thrashed against crushed stones to give them that rugged and faded one year old look….!!! (It’s true…brand new, fresh jeans seldom sell in the market…!)
Denim can be called as God’s own cloth…! Nothing like an old Blue Denim jeans....seriously…
it’s been around for more than a century but it still hasn’t lost any demand, not even the funky Cargo could keep us away from the romance of a good old fashioned cowboy jeans…

And thanks God….there is nothing such as a UNISEX jeans to drive me nuts…..!
Haha….

Hmmm…I still wonder which side you folks on…..
Leave some comments to decide, whether A Cargo or a Jeans???

Spain end the drought...Enrique Iglesias in wonder land!

2008-06-30T15:00:00.000+05:30

Torres didn't choke!

Spain finally end the long drought which kept them away from the major trophies over all the years when they had enough talented squads to run over a tournament....

I swear, just before the match I had predicted it to be a 2-0 victory to Spain with Spain scoring both the goals on break and Torres scoring one at least..And as it turned out the match was exactly as I had predicted it to be...only the second goal never came..maybe because Spain missed out so many chances and even when they could have scored in the last minute, they prferred to keep the ball and the possession....(I know, now you folks would be really fuming at the fact that I'm praising myself for predicting a WRONG scoreline...!!!!)

It was Shakira in the last world cup, Ricky Martin in 1998 and this time another Spaniard in Enrique Iglesias started the show with his own official song of the tournament......Spain just had to win thsi time!

Well coming on to the match...
Simply fantastic, the movement from Spain was so quick and amazing to watch...Marvellous football from Spain...Iniesta might be responsible for over doing a trick or two, otherwise Spain might have shown Germany what they really are....(A bunch of average players led by the only superstar in Michael Ballack)....
The workmanship and the resillience of Germany had to ultimately faulter at the final hurdle when they faced the most talented team of the tournament....(Maybe the Dutch might have the most talented individuals, but I am talking about a team!)

All praise to the lone striker Torres for the way he scored the goal out of nothing...Maybe it can be called as a goal keeping error from Lehman for coming out of his goal when Lahm had it covered but all credit to Torres for the phenomenal strenght and tremendous pace which took him past Lahm and the skill which made him to dink the ball over Lehman into the net...(Let's try to forgive the oldie.... Lehman at 38 ain't no Oliver Kahn!)

For me; Liverpool protege Torres, Brazillian born Senna, Real Madrid number one Casillas along with the ever so talented (supposedly next Maldini) Real Madrid defender Sergio Ramos (nicknamed Tarzan!) were the true suprestars of the match......

And yeah...after a really long time we had a football match worth being called a final...Spain with swift passing and tremendous pace consistently broke into the German defence which seemed wanting in some tight situations....
it was a reallly an entertaining match...
(whoa!...I wonder where does Torres get his pace from...he must have been an Olympic sprinter...!)

Well to be honest it didn't really matter to me who won or who lost because there was no England in the tournament...but at the end of the day, we all would agree that the best team won...CHEERS...we finally had the kind of tournament we all desired for with all the teams playing more positive football than negative (unlike EURO 2004)

So now with EURO over and English Premier League almost two months away...I am really looking forward to Wimbledon...(since Maria Sharapova got eliminated I am just hoping for a Nadal-Federrer dream final...)

aaah....n yea the strike still continues in my valley and I am still sitting my ass in my room HOPING to do something.....!

ROCKY BALBOA PART 5 (Go For It "I somehow couldn't press the stop button now!")

2008-06-29T00:33:00.003+05:30

With all the blues gone…and the sense of freedom restored, I was really amazed by the way Pie had given me all the reasons in this world to feel happy that I exist and I live…And I think Pie had finally managed to rub off the memories of the disastrous Chemistry B…( Organic had been a total carnage )
But now thanks to Pie, I was really looking forward to living the days which lay ahead of me…
The days of this newly turned 18 year old ADULT finally seemed to be promising with enough motivation to make me move on and move ahead for the stage in life which all of them say is ‘The Best’ and the most memorable…

Well I had now almost made up for missing my most special 18th birthday with the Pie bash (all the six in a day)…aah…that really was worth it…

Thanks to the same old pirated but VERY CHEAP DVD market…I could relish all the Pie….!!!!!!!!!! Lolz

These were the days of nothingness…Absolute freedom to do whatever (almost!) and really the days with no purpose and no aim...Days to be wasted…Days of newly found independence but still the will to be dependent….

Pie had re ignited the spunk in me and given me the promise and motivation to move on but I really needed some spirit to guide me through when the going gets really tough and BORING….

( I still don’t know what kept me away from the Rocky DVD for next few days…Even after finishing Pie, I still took some time to get my hunger back for the DVD )
But as they say, some things are meant to be….so they are…
I had waited 7 years for The Rock and when it lay right beside me staring me all through those boring days...I just didn’t care…! (How ironic!)

And then…there had to be D!V!N3 intervention… (as always!)

It was the mighty GODFATHER…they were discussing on T.V about the greatest movies of all time…and although they rated GODFATHER consistently as number one but ROCKY wasn’t too far….and the T.V. commentators put it as the greatest movie about human spirit…….that was it...
the moment I decided to pull up my socks and run to my room with all the adrenaline pumping…held the DVD in one hand…plugged in the laptop…( didn’t care about the pillows this time! )…banged the play button and here we go….
7 long years to this moment……….(thanks God my fears were proven wrong, the DVD was absolutely perfect with an unusually high pixel print….)

Wow…I was awestruck the very first minute…the title menu of the DVD was so impressing with the fantastic background music…such an adrenaline rush…”Eye of the Tiger”…(maybe the greatest soundtrack of all time)
I pressed (rather banged!) play button again (this time on the first part out of the six part blockbuster series)

It took me not more than five minutes to realize that all those people had not been going nuts for no reason…this movie was really promising to be all what it had been reputed to be…It didn’t take me long to realize the REALISTIC scenario with world class acting by all of the highly talented cast...

The tremendous acting with fantastic screenplay and incredible drama made it capture all my attention and focus…

What a movie…!!!
Those two hours felt as if the finest in my life…really those two hours turned me into the biggest fan of ROCKY BALBOA…Hats off to Sylvester Stallone and all the rest of the cast for such a fantastic movie…wow…I was really lost for words…In fact would you believe it, the movie was unbelievably the most emotionally driving movie I had ever seen…an emotional roller coaster…couldn’t believe myself when I caught my reflection in the mirror and saw my eyes twinkling….(lolz it really were tears!)..
No, please don’t take me for a person who gets emotional easily and cries at the end of every tragic story!….No I ain’t that type…In fact I am totally the opposite, the extreme type who would laugh out wildly at the most emotional and sensitive scenes….and here I was shocked at seeing the tears in my eyes and the greatest thing was that the movie was no tragedy to make me cry but still I had tears twinkling in my eyes…I guess these were the tears of victory…tears which proved that the movie was so strong that it made me believe as if I had overcome the odds and won when I was supposed to lose…It was as if I had started believing in myself too…Really the movie had moved me through and it had won my heart...The Italian Stallion had my adrenaline working over time..

Can’t believe that such movies could ever be even thought of….awesome…the kind of movie which really make you believe yourself….the kind of movies which depict the human spirit and the spirit of a true champion in the most realistic way…

No, I wasn’t gonna stop now….Pressed the play button again (this time softly!) and up came the title track of ROCKY II…
It was getting late already…But the spirit , the belief and the magic which ROCKY had spelled on me made me go solo through the night on the greatest journey of a lifetime….The journey through ups and down of a human life…A journey which made me to laugh, to cry, to jump and to roar…the journey through the life of a champion who never knew that he was one…the journey which seemed so realistic as life itself….the journey which eventually gave me all the reasons to celebrate and celebrate as a champion….

Still remember Adriane’s words (Rocky’s wife)…”ROCKY win it for me…ROCKY go for it”
I somehow couldn’t press the stop button now…It was going to be a night to remember and cherish forever…ROCKY BALBOA “It ain’t over till it’s over”

To be concluded…

TOTAL BLACK OUT...(Time to turn out the lights and illuminate our spirit of NATIONALISM)

2008-06-28T21:07:00.004+05:30

6 days into the protests...I can't believe how strongly and how well have WE Kashmiris stood for our rights...for one COMMON cause...simply tremendous...this really shows, no matter how hard or how tough the oppressor is...it always bows down infront of the people when they decide to raise their voices and call for a change...
the people hold the real strength...the strength to move nations and start revolutions...
such a massive display of Kashmiri Nationalism through the week...and still going strong

most of you folks reading this tiny and insignificant piece of my shit might not have participated in the protests or the demonstrations but tonight we all get a chance to do our little bit...
The people of Kashmir have decided to turn off the lights tonight...There won't be any house with lights on....It will be a total black out to show the world that we stand as ONE...we support our fellow people...we...yes, WE the Kashmiris stand united against all injustice....
Don't turn on your lights tonight...at least we can do our little bit by living in dark this night hoping for a day of bright sunshine....
Turn off the lights tonight...................

well, for me...since Maria Sharapova has been knocked out of Wimbledon...I got more than enough reasons to turn off the lights and live in dark.....!..hah....
What a tragedy....!

Sitting my ass at home and burning to do something..

2008-06-27T18:47:00.004+05:30

Here we are...5 days into the widespread and massive protests against the so called land tranfer or as I put ,it 'The Land Grab' and here I am 5 days into the hope for finding a fellow blogger to share this blogspot with....!

Recieved just 2 comments so far to show some support to the protests in Kashmir (my previous blog..DON'T SELL KASHMIR)
And even worse....zero response to my search rather my "add" for a fellow blogger or as I put it, the 2nd VIRGIN (check the previous blogs)

Haven't moved my ass out of my room since almost 120 hours...(Incredible)...!
It's terrifying to even think of stepping onto the deserted streets turned battle fields with some well protected army barricades on one side and on the other, some brave-hearted protestors with nothing but a fist full of stones and a loud throat to shout their way into the army helmets....

It really hurts to see my people in such agony, being victimised for no fault of theirs and the worst part is the role that Indian media is playing in reporting all this...
It makes me go nuts, when I switch on the tele and stop the remote on my favourite and as it used to be my most reliable and sensible news channel NDTV 24*7 and what I hear is all shit...How can the Indian media be so cruel to Kashmir!...The news channels are putting it as an outroar in Kashmir against the Yatra...What the fuck!!!!!!
when the hell did we Kashmiris threaten the yatris or our economys backbone- the tourists....we never did it...Infact,the yatris and the tourists have been escorted safely by the people (yes, the protesting people)...Can't believe the so called FREE media reporting live, reporting the truth beneath the truth!!!...hah....

I wish I could smash my T.V but then have to watch the EURO 2008 later in the evening...so I decide otherwise...!
and yea..I really had predicted this to be Spains year...finally I think they are gonna get rid of the eternal chokers tag....
well the reason- Casillas,Puyol,Inisesta,Torres....The real backbone of the team running straight through the middle...and yeah not to forget the inform Villa or the ever so talented Fabregas......(shit...Raul would be wondering now, If he will ever get his place back....!!!!...hahaha)
so now you know whom am I gonna put my money on....

So now this is how I spent the last few days...hearing all the cries from the roads , watching the tele with fucked up media, relishing ma beloved futy late in the evening, reading the newspapers early in the morning with the real truth printed boldly, blogging sometimes to quench the urge to do something...urge to do something worthy...an urge to participate in the protests....A sense of nationalism....KASHMIRI NATIONALISM....

But then, I really don't know how the hell will stone pelting or burning some tyres help the issue...so I prefer to stay in my home and hope that the strike ends soon and we get our land back....

All I can do is to wait for some comments to my previous blogs...hope to find a fellow blogger and hope for a revoke of the land tranfer decision....
All I can do is to control my urge and be patient till we get what we deserve....

All I can do is to sit my ass at home and hope we get our land back and I get some comments for my blogs.....!
What an inspiration I am...!!! heh

DON'T SELL KASHMIR ("It isn't the time to cry but the time to unite and fight for one COMMON cause")

2008-06-25T16:24:00.005+05:30

If you ever loved your mother then it’s the time to show that you really do love her…!

800 canals of land has somehow been transferred to SASB (Shri Amarnath Shrine Board)…The State Government says that it’s temporary but we all know that it’s permanent…
A total violation of the Article 370…The very article which was used to convince Kashmiris to call themselves as Indians…The article which promised to protect and safeguard the identity of Kashmir…

Article 370, according to which no foreigner not even an Indian citizen other than the state subject of Jammu and Kashmir can buy any property in the state
( http://www.jammu-kashmir.com/documents/jk_art370.html )

And here we stand, almost 60 years later trying to absorb the decision of the state government to transfer 100 acres of our state land to SASB…And that too happens to be the resourceful and protected forest land…!

The reasons which the state government is giving for the so called transfer of land are totally unaccepted and ridiculous…they say that SASB needs some land to raise their structures for a better organized and improved Amarnath Yatra for the pilgrims…

(It won’t take a genius to figure out the evil in the deal)…
Why State Government doesn’t raise the structures themselves under the control and guidance of Central Government with funds given by SASB just like the way PMGSY is currently operating in our state….
THEN WHY THE NEED TO TRANSFER LAND ???????????

Trust me people, it’s just a beginning…A beginning of an end…The end which will see us Kashmiris with nothing left but some nostalgic memories of the days when we used to play in the streets and alleys of the place we once called home…!
It’s time to raise our voices and fight for one COMMON cause…and this time it’s our very own cause…

In the eighteen years of my existence, this happens to be the first time when I think the cause is just and genuine, the cause is common, the cause of an ordinary kashmiri just like me or you…it’s the first time that we are finally fighting for something our very own…united with a single aim and single objective…The first time when I feel, that it’s time to get united and join hands to save Kashmir…

No, this is not an ‘independence day’ fight…or a cry for a republic…or any other political issue…but it’s our very own issue…It’s an issue of every kashmiri…
We can’t let them sell our mother…
We can’t keep quiet this time…We can’t let them rob us of our identity…We have to fight and fight it through…

No, I don’t believe in breaking my neighbors’ window or burning the cars of our fellow Kashmiris…Or raising anti-India slogans…We need to think and think deeply…What we want and what are we fighting for…

Trust me, this time the writing is on the wall…it’s very clear what we really are fighting for…we are struggling to save our identity…we are fighting to save our mother…we are striving to prevent the violation of the very article which gave our predecessors enough reasons to chose India over Pakistan..
We must realize whom we are fighting for and whom we are fighting against…No, we are not fighting against our neighbors or the fellow motorists on the roads but it’s a fight against the violation of Article 370 by our state government…
We must fight till last…We can’t give in…We can’t give up…

If you ever thought you were a patriot then it’s time to show that your blood is of a Kashmiri…Please don’t just sit in your homes criticizing and contemplating the fact that we are being victimized…
It’s time to wake up and realize the fact that ‘Kashmiriyat’ is on the verge of a forced extinction…

No, I didn’t participate in the aimless agitation right outside my home…But at least I figured out writing something might help me ease out the guilt in my heart that they are robbing my mother and I ain’t doing anything….
Please do something…anything and everything which you can to stop this beginning of an end…

(Follow up this blog with a chain of comments to at least show your support…We need some young and EDUCATED voices)

There hides a coward in me...

2008-06-23T23:29:00.000+05:30

Standing by The River Mystic...watching the Sun on it's journey across the seven heavens...feeling the soil and sky unite beyond the horizon...Thoughts invade my soul...Thoughts telling me to bow down and cry my heart out below the deep blue sky...Sky where even the sun seeks its solace...Sky where the clouds cry and angels die...

A voice in my head, motivating me to bow down when the tide is high...A voice that narrates the story of how clouds cry when they thunder...The story of mans failure over his victory...
Fear which forms the essence of the fearless...The D!V!N3

Fear which makes me to bow down and cry my heart out...Fear, which hides a coward in me, not courageous enough to stand tall when asked to spell his deeds...a coward scared to pass on to the eternal journey...

A coward who dies in every breath he breathes only to be resurrected again on the day when the whole world is on fire....

A coward not ready to face himself...A coward with strong will but broken soul...A coward who hides in me...

Biscoe through to finals...

2008-06-21T23:27:00.004+05:30

In the ongoing U-19 inter school tournament for district Srinagar...Biscoe school thrased MP school 10-0 in the semi final to make it a repeat of last years clash with SP School in the final...
I still remember the unfortunate daylast year, the day we somehow lost the final against SP school...(The match happened to be the last I played for my school in the famous blue jersey!)
This year Biscoites are back and back with a bang...A fantastic team with all the talent required to thrash teams...!
Come on Biscoe, win it this year...show the world, why we brought football to Srinagar....!

ROCKY BALBOA PART 4 (ROCKY vs. PIE-"Stiffmeister runs riot..!")

2008-06-21T23:27:00.003+05:30

_________________________ The Stiffmeister...!____________________________

The next day, I opened my eyes only to the sudden shock of seeing the sun almost half way on it’s journey towards West…It was lunch time and my homies were quite stunned by the fact that the late riser still couldn’t believe that he slept almost all the way through last night and half way through today…an unbelievable 17 hours of continuous sleep…!!!

And that’s when I realized…”God knocked me down!”…Yes, now the picture was quite clear…My exams had ended, and I had happily come back home with the hope of finally watching ROCKY BALBOA hit some punches and break some ass!…and when I tried to thank God for showing me this day…He knocked me down….!...Yes, God did knock me down…Maybe that’s a DIVIN3 message for me to interpret….!!

Or maybe not….!
But as I told you, I always interpret the simplest things in my very own extravagant and yet so ‘arrogantly annoying’ and stupid ways….(Just love it!)

And yes, it was a morning to savor (lolz rather a noon..!)…My exams are over and I am free to do whatever…(almost!!!)…and Yes, I still miss the most special and the most eagerly awaited 18th b’day which was wasted in nothing but some miserable calculations to save my ass in the exams…but this time I really needed to level the scores…needed to do something to level it out…I mean my 18th b’day had been a total flop show…the day I finally earn the right to call myself an adult..the day I finally earn the right to vote and chose my government…the most special day for me…and all I did was sit my ass through some miserable calculations…didn’t even think about celebrating!…can’t believe …

(lemme calm down)…it’s my time now and I am gonna do just whatever to make for it….

And as I finally had my breakfast (rather the lunch!)...I don’t know why but somehow the passion for ROCKY BALBOA suddenly seemed to have evaporated…somehow I wasn’t feeling the same excitement which had kept my pursuit going since 7 years…when everything was right in it’s place as it should be…just perfect for the dream of a continuous 6 part thriller to finally come to life…A free MAN with all the time in this world and all the right to do almost whateva…. and even the DVD itself (still in bed…lolz it slept with me last night…!!!) seemed to beg for mercy…it was like even it couldn’t wait any longer…like the DVD was shouting out loud, “press the play button…Ass Hole!”

and I don’t know how and why…but I resisted the very thing which my heart desired for…!!!
complete loss of passion….ROCKY and his punches…no, not even the adrenaline rush of hurting bombs..!...all the desire to witness the six part blockbuster suddenly seemed to have disappeared…

Maybe last nights knock out punch really did something to me..some kinda put off or what I don’t know…I really don’t have any idea..can’t explain…don’t know why I couldn’t press the play button when the everything seemed to be so perfect…don’t know why I stared at the DVD for the whole day and still resisted watching it….the hunger had somehow died…

(maybe somewhere in the back of my head I was still feeling guilty for messing up the crucial Organic Chemistry which could have made my life…!)

something like, “I conquered the world (not QUITE!)…but now refused to rule it!….(only in my dreams!)” ..lolz

So it was quite a day…literally ‘QUIET’…first day of freedom…a free MAN amazingly struggling to live free…maybe because he had been used to the pressure of the last two months…
And when the day seemed to end quietly….

There had to be a D!V!N3 intervention..(as always!)

The trailer on the T.V :
American Pie presents…BETA HOUSE….”maybe the most outrageous slice of pie yet!”
American Pie beta house in theatres only….

Whoa……now I knew why God knocked me down…..!
I really got my message now…..maybe God did listen to my prayers and wanted me to make up for the day I turned 18…..
and I just knew how to revive the lost passion…(literally!)

Could barely sleep this night…felt really sorry for the famous six part blockbuster DVD which I had pursued for almost 7 years and when I had it …I no longer wanted it...!

the DVD stared at me for the whole night only to realize that I was no longer the same man, who once loved it sincerely and honestly!…(such a shame)

The next morning I woke up thinking about a beautiful tragedy…the tragedy of Hollywood market in Kashmir….if the trailer said, "American Pie BETA house in theatres only"…and since no theatres exist in my homeland except the battered and messed up NEELAM cinema which had never been upgraded since the days of the old fashioned bell-bottom jeans and the good old “Gabbar Singh”!…(lolz…the place stinks..literally). There was no way in hell that the Beta House would ever find a way into my homeland...

But as they say,"when the going get’s tough the kashmiri get going!"….Oh yeah….when it ain’t possible…we make it possible….the same old, beloved pirated but VERY CHEAP DVD market….!
And yeah, still remember..... there it was in an isolated corner of the ‘stolen market’!…COINCIDENTALLY LYING JUST BEHIND ROCKY AND SOME OTHER SYLVESTER STALLONE MOVIES (maybe to tease Rambo!)…

there it was, the innocent pie…!!...and the best thing was, I had found another six part blockbuster series…no, this time it wasn’t about inspiration and punches that ROCKY promised…but rather blushes and pies that pie promised..!…..It was American pie-6 in one collection…All the pies from the very first to American Wedding, Naked Mile and all the way to Beta House….all six stacked in one innocent DVD….!...lolz…..
Thanks God...this time the DVD market didn’t fail me…as soon as I inserted the DVD into my lapi…the title screen popped up with an unusually clear print and astonishingly hi-definition audio…

(Wish I was bold enough to mention all the blushes and all the laughs…!!)

really it was some fun…watching all the six in row…straight into morning…(almost 5 hours into the next morning)…wish I had enough guts to mention all the drama and all the emotion and yeah, 'all the action'…!...lolz…heheh…

But lemme confess one thing….Hats off to the one and only…The original “STIFFMEISTER”…the legendary “Steve Stiffler”, gave me enough reasons to believe that I did actually turn 18…and it’s time to live my life to the fullest…my exams have ended and my body needs some rest….(literally...!!!)

My passion needed a re-birth to rejuvenate my soul….BOY DID I GET ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heheh….lolz
Really all the blues of Organic Chemistry finally seemed to have crept out….and now I knew, why God knocked me down!…maybe to make me realize that I wasted my 18th b’day in some messed up calculations…

Now I knew I had earned the right to chose my government and even to make a government…now I knew I had earned the right to live and live independently (almost)…Now I knew I had earned the right to call myself an adult….

And after all the 6 part laughs and blushes…with the passion re invented…with me back into my own…suddenly my eyes got stuck on the very thing which made me realize “It ain’t over till it’s over”…maybe the ROCKY DVD envied the fact that a PIE could make me laugh my heart out….
Maybe the DVD was just preparing to prove something...(why it had been termed the most inspirational film ever made)…maybe ROCKY BALBOA really wanted to show me “it ain’t over till it’s over”..yes, maybe ROCKY wanted a one final shot at proving itself to be better than the PIE or for that matter any movie ever made…

Maybe ROCKY was just preparing for building some hurting bombs..!!

"I really never knew what could ever better laughing my heart out over a pie….!"
Oh Boy…I never knew…!

ROCKY had to fight a one final fight…
“It ain’t over till it’s over”
To be continued…

Blogging can be hard..SOMETIMES

2008-06-18T23:14:00.005+05:30

Yawn.....!!!
aaaaawwwwwwww....it's almost 11.30 pm and I am really tired...I mean MENTALLY...lolz...
totally pissed off...!!
so desperate to write ROCKY part 4...But I am so sure that I ain't ever gonna be able to complete it tonight if I continue to rub my eyes like this....
Seriously I am dying to post at least a blog tonight...but I somehow can't even scratch a single word out of my head at the moment....TOTAL MIND BLOCK...rather BLOG BLOCK...or whateva....!!!
yawn...!!!
need some sleep to calm me down for tomorrow....words seriously fail me today....can't even complete a single sentence....!
I seriously gotta sleep now...don't know how I completed these few lines....
any spelling or any other mistake is highly regreted and ACCEPTED...rather EXPECTED...!!!!
I better sleep or m gonna go nuts writing some shit which ain't supposed to be posted...!
not gonna ruin the ROCKY series...
and yeah folks, one more thing for your info...everything I post is actually true...I mean to say nothing in here is just for laughs folks...
(don't have the energy at the moment to explain what I actually want to say..so you better overlook this whole mess of a blog, rather a goodnight note..!)
bubye...rather gudnyt....yawn....
n yeah, ROCKY part 4 will come....(that's me promising myself!)
adios...amigos

ROCKY BALBOA PART 3 (The Independence Day-"And as I stood up to face God, 'BANG!'...Damn it..How hard I crahsed..!!)

2008-06-18T23:14:00.004+05:30

That's some what like the way my eyes looked after my great challenge...!

December 4, 3pm…Chilly mid day winter sun…Clear skies…
Newly turned adults, finally with the right to celebrate and celebrate hard…
“Oh yes, baby….We are free…!!!”

We are literally free MEN…burning with ambition and passionate with desire…fueling on spirit and unending energy…December 4, the day we all batch mates will remember as our very own Independence Day…

It was December 4, the last date in the miserable examination date sheet which had already given me enough nightmares and sleepless nights…and the date sheet which had made me burry the ROCKY DVD in my cupboard….And yes, it was the day I had to face Chemistry B (The Organic) and it wouldn’t have taken a genius to predict the fate of an eighteen year old MAN, impossibly trying to study the massive organic in a single day and that too when he had to face the books for the first time….!!!

So lemme not confuse you anymore…Yes, I failed and failed miserably in Organic…(and as it turned out later this ORGANIC cost me some crucial marks which could have taken me to the seventh heaven where the holy toppers live….!!!
But HOLY SHIT….My fate was already decided….!!!)

I could hardly recognize any question in the paper ….So I courageously decided to leave them unattempted!…(lolz couldn’t figure out those figures and squares which were supposed to represent some organic compounds….!!!)
And the scene around me wasn’t any different…the same old last day blank faces surrounding me with blank answer sheets but still with enough courage to have a wicked smile on their face thinking about the party later on…..!!!

So we all left the examination hall (mind you, it was Biscoites giving exams in Burn Hall school…well, it’s something like Real Madrid and Barcelona at Camp Nou..!!!)…All those blank faces around me suddenly seemed to come outta there long and dismal hibernation …it took two long months….and finally, I could recognize some friends whose smile seemed genuine enough to make me pinch myself that I ain’t day dreaming….!

But hey, snap back to reality…BANG…here it goes some fire works….couldn’t believe finally class 12th was over….hugs all around….people smiling and laughing and even dancing the ill timed hip-hop versions…
Finally I had all the time in this world, just for myself…to realize that I am eighteen and I am no longer a school going BOY!!!….It was like a feeling unknown…
I could breath…breath freely...take in the aura and the serenity of the famous Dargah (religious place).."Sonwar aastan"…and here I thank the SAINTS for making me strong enough to survive the storm when just 8 weeks back I wondered if I would ever live to see this day…and here I am standing in front of the SAINTS and living my dream..the dream to be free and young….the dream to live….and the dream to witness the great ROCKY BALBOA unfold in six mighty punches...

Journey back home seemed to be quite nostalgic …reliving and remembering the last 60 days…remembering each day…the journey of how I completed my 10 commandments (the ten papers!!!)…It was one hell of a journey (literally hell!)…really the toughest challenge I have been through till date...the real test of endurance (both physical and mental), stamina, and the will power to believe…to believe and to accomplish what I had not even attempted in the previous 10 months…
It was like, "I was trapped in a pressure cooker and the cooker was whistling…!!!”…it was all or nothing…two months of what my peers had been doing since twelve months!….(maybe I am exaggerating class 12 exams, but trust me, for a late starter like me…it was even worse than the shit I have already written)…
And now when the bus finally stopped at the ‘destination supreme’…my home…the whole journey of HARD fought memories finally ended and ended with a big smile on my face…it was home and here I was opening the gate to my heaven where the ROCKY was lying in the holy cupboard…!

But hey…time for some reality check…and the first thing I do is to look in the mirror….and whoa!!!...shit!!!!…I am shocked to see the miserable face with almost all the skin peeled off and the dark circles under the sleepless eyes with hollow cheeks really make me sick…and talking about sick, I check my weight….no wonder, I lost almost 5kg to the exams…(I still believe organic must have taken at least 4 and a half out of the total 5kg lost…!!!)
My eyes are really now dying to close and lock tightly but my spirit and heart is searching for the key to the holy grail…the cupboard with the 6 treasures inside….and here I go, reaching for the keys, opening the lock…and wow….here it is exactly as I put it…..ROCKY BALBOA DVD with all six blockbusters…it might have been VERY CHEAP…but lemme telya…it’s really been worth every single buck of that pirated something….

Have been waiting for well over two months for this day, for ROCKY and me….for all the drama…all the action…all the history…all the ADRENALINE…still remember the trailer “Yeah…let’s start building some hurting bombs”…

and here my eyes once again get stuck on the “VERY CHEAP” cover which says, ”It aint over, till it’s over”..the same words which kept me going till the last…
Thanks ROCKY you made me do it….I did it…although I might have failed but at least I tried and gave it a last shot..I didn’t quit…
But today it’s really over…the exams are really over

And then as I am about to set up my lavish bed with all the pillows (which I would need later as a boxing bag..!!) and all the dreams….it seems like a perfect moment…all what my heart desired for… freedom and ROCKY BALBOA…
This time, I got ROCKY BALBOA in one hand in the other is the torn and battered and now DEFEATED but still ever so miserable exam date sheet…. !!

So as I am about to start the greatest journey of all time on the greatest day in my life….The same old beautiful voice comes from the Mosque ”Allah-u-Akbar” (God is the greatest) …the magnificent Azan which somehow sounds even more sweeter today…and I realize it’s time to pray, to thank God who made me to live this day…I somehow manage ablution with my head swinging in air and my eyes dying to get some sleep but with the hope that I finally get to see the great ROCKY….and here I stand in front of God thanking for everything…(and yeah even praying that this DVD wouldn’t turn out to be blank like the one which broke my heart few years ago…I really pray that this night doesn't disappoint)…eagerly waiting for the Namaz to end just because ROCKY couldn’t wait any longer ….It had been almost 6 years since the day the whole pursuit of ROCKY began…finally it’s really here and now nothing can stop me from watching all the six part tonight…

And as I stand up to face God, ‘BANG’….Damn it…how hard I crash….!!!
Don’t even get the time to reailse that it’s a vertigo and the light suddenly seamed to fade away and my legs somehow danced around with my hands swinging in mid air …my eyes, finally locked tightly…and here lying on the ground, I have lost control over my very own body...I think, I just knocked myself out….!!!!
I wonder if ROCKY ever came in my sleep that night to tell me that my fate has already been decided…!

“And the DVD slept on the cozy bed for the whole night when the outside temperature read -6 degree celcius…”

To be continued…

ROCKY BALBOA - PART2 (It ain't over till it's over-"ChemistryB, the only reason for the 'ORGANIC' decomposition of the famous DVD...!!!")

2008-06-15T22:50:00.005+05:30

Rocky and the giant Ivan Draga....(Oh Boy...such a perfect picture to depict what Organic Chem seemed like...!)

December is here and the fourth day of this month is almost 48 hours away...I have been burning my ass from well over 2 months...pulling off an impossible act, having enough courage to attend my exams (when just a month before I was wondering about the mighty syllabus and finding all the impossible reasons to skip the examz..!!...lolz)...and having enough strength to almost go sleepless since 60 days (yeah baby..had to work over time)....it's been some time since I had enough time to even have a proper bath...!!!!!...lolz I am all messed up....really the exams have taken a toll on me....I swear, I had lost almost 5 kg from my body (phew...what a diet buster...!!!) and now even my skin started peeling off (seriously...I ain't kidding, no sleep means no rest to my tender skin cells and I swear my skin was literally peeling off my face)...aah.....how dreadful I looked and I never knew it..!! (didn't get enough time to even see the super addictive mirror to witness the glory of a human face!!!)...really it was the worst and the most challenging time of my life so far....I couldn't even celebrate my 18th b'day (the day I finally earned the right to be called an adult and miserably all I did was to calculate my ass mass through integration..!!!)

after all my homies had not been going nuts for no reason calling this as the biggest, baddest and yet the most cruicial exam..."Boy they were right...!!!"

As they say, "The common thing between students like me and a rocket is that, we don't start working until our tail is on fire..!!"....but in my case..."it wasn't my tail on fire, instead I could put it this way, I was burning ALIVE and all the water in this world had been "ORGANICALLY" converted into oil...!!!!!!"

Now when the exams almost seemed over...the biggest challenge was yet to be taken......the only thing that stood between me and ROCKY was the biggest, the mightiest, the hugEST, the miserable, the legendary serial killer with an unprecedented reputation.....CHEMISTRY-B with all the 'ORGANIC' shit imaginable... (nightmares!)... shit which I never even dared to answer....!!! (wonder how my grand dad had enough guts to call himself an organic professor!!!)

Chemistry B or more lovingly ORGANIC CHEMISTRY, the only reason for the "ORGANIC" decomposition of the famous DVD which had been lying in my cupboard for well over two months....!!!!

Sometimes I wondered if I would even survive the exams, now when I had gone so far with just one last paper left, I almost gave up.....I can't still figure it out what's so evil in the name "ORGANIC" that it still brings back some jitters and shivers in my supposedly strong and chemically balanced framework....!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously speaking...ORGANIC Chemistry although was the last and final hurdle that stood between me and ROCKY but it had enough syllabus to account for all what I had studied in the last three years...!!!

Swear it was like one ORGANIC chemistry was equal to 10 times the syllabus in 10th grade and still 10th grade with all that syllabus would be much much easier.......BECAUSE....for me, there is no possible logic in studying organic...how the hell are we supposed to remember all those unknown and never ending rection (or as my chemistry teacher put it, "rxns"...!!!)

It was something like Schmidt rxn, Reimmer-Teimman (hope I got it right!!!), Canizzaro proces...heh only remember the names ,didn't even care about the shit all those compounds were supposed to do...!!!...hah.....n then when I finally managed to open the syllabus for one final time....I almost fainted...!!!...Swear I did.....almost gave up, but then somehow just an after thought, wondered what I will do after this paper gets over....N the only thing that came to my mind was the ROCKY...the full six series blockbusters.....

GIVING IN TO THE ETERNAL TEMPTATION....I somehow just gave up the hope of organic and opened my cupboard after almost 2 months....and here it lay, THE HOLY GRAIL....with all the six in one...!!!!....just too good to be resisted when the outside temperature read -6 degree celcius.......!

almost murdered my organic in COLD blood, but then....

there had to be a D!V!N3 intervention......(as always!!!!!!)

My eyes somehow juggled around to finally fix on to the cover of the DVD...and there it read, "It ain't over till it's over"...

just that was the moment I realised..."you can't give in, you can't give up....you have to fight your way through, no matter how hard or how impossible it seems...you gotta give it a shot...a one final shot".........and really the meaning was so easy to interpret....."It ain't over till it's over"...my exams are not over till they really are over, I still had organic left and I still had to give it a one final shot to fight till the end and no way was I gonna fall short of this final attemt at glory....

time to restore some pride.......
locked the DVD back in the cupboard and sat my ass on the same old chair which supported the very base of my body for well over 2 months and it was almost here......December 4 was supposed to be the Independence Day when I finally get all the freedom in this world to witness my holy grail and unlock the mystery which had already made it a six series legend mesmerising the crowds around the world.....

All thanks to ROCKY, I finally had the courage to go through till the end...

"And the DVD had to lie in the cupboard till I gave ORGANIC a one final shot"
"It ain't over till it's over"

to be continued...

Yeah....Let's start building some hurting bombs...

2008-06-15T12:07:00.001+05:30

"every time you punch him, he's gotta feel like he tried kissing the express train"
YEAH LET"S START BUILDING SOME HURTING BOMBS....!!!
The very famous trailer from Rocky Balboa which re ignited my pursuit of The Italion Stallion....The trailer which made me punch the hell out of my exam date sheet....the trailer, thanks to which my days were ever so desperately waiting for the long exam nights to end....
"The Rock had to lie in my cupboard for well over two months....!!!"

ROCKY BALBOA - PART1(So close, yet so far..."In one hand ROCKY and in other, the miserable exam date sheet...!!!"

2008-06-12T18:28:00.004+05:30

It was I think my class 7th back in the year 2002…I was switching channels and somehow stopped on some boxing match surprisingly on Star Movies…I was kinda too small that time to make out what exactly the actor (who happened to be an exact copy of John Rambo with an Italian accent) was saying to the crowd and that too not on a sports channel but a hollywood channel…(lolz…thank God now I know my English pretty well..!!!)
What I didn’t realize at that time was that I had just stopped the remote on one of the greatest movies of all time….Then just two days later the same actor and the same movie on the same channel at the same time but this time with a different opponent…And the same thing happened a day later and this time also with a different opponent in the ring…….couldn’t make out what was the problem with the channel showing the same movie everyday and that too at prime time…!!...and then the break came….the advertisement said,” ROCKY WEEK CONTINUES ON STAR MOVIES”…I was like….”Oh shit...the same movie tomorrow AGAIN….!!!”
couldn’t believe how crazy the channel had gone...showing the same movie for 5 consecutive week days…and they all read something like ROCKY,ROCKY II…ROCKY V…aah…”have to wait sometime till they show my kiddo days favorite RAMBO…!”
And then déjà-vu…I think I was in class 8th and I suppose I was going through a sports magazine which said, “Rocky not just the greatest sport movie but the greatest movie ever made”…whoa!!!….I was like, I know this movie…!!!
But then forgot the whole thing about the movie as soon as I closed the magazine...
Later as I grew up, one day while watching the super hit reality TV show series “The Contender”, I gotta know that the TV serial hosted by Sylvester Stallone himself was just a tribute to the inspirational movie Rocky…And that’s when I decided…Enough is enough….I better watch this movie…
Next day , I went to the market (DVD market in kashmir)…n as always got a DVD with all the five ROCKY movies(Rocky balboa had not been released at that time)…and came home happily from school…and as always in my motherland (and rightly so with the VERY CHEAP pirated DVDs) the movie failed to start and when it did…the sound was missing…and when the sound came, the video was stuck..!!!…just too much a test of my patience and as usually happens...frustrated….(I broke the DVD exactly into 5 pieces depicting the five movie series…!!!)

But the ROCKY was to return and this time in great fashion and at the worst time imaginable…

So it was ALMOST time for my 12th class exams (finals)….supposedly the most CRUICIAL and most important and as they say, “career building examinations”….and only the exam date sheet missing …
But me….the pursuit of ROCKY BALBOA had already been re-enlightened after seeing the famous trailer from the latest and the last ROCKY blockbuster “ROCKY BALBOA”…and still remember the famous dialogue from the very famous trailer..”Let’s build some hurting bombs”…I just couldn’t resist watching that movie somehow…ANY HOW..!!
Went to the same old pirated and hardly reliable but ‘VERY CHEAP’ DVD market…and this time got my not five but six movie blockbuster series which had written on it’s pirated and ‘VERY CHEAP’ cover, ”It ain’t over till it’s over”…now nothing could stop me from watching the movie I had been dying for since ages….Finally the mystery had to be unlocked…So many people had recommended this movie and such a huge background and I was all but ready to finally witness the greatest movie ever…..
But as it always happens with me, and as some of my buddies say, “Mera bad luck hi kharab hai”(my bad luck is bad…lolz still can’t figure out how it makes any sense..!!!)
Anyways, so here I was with ROCKY BALBOA all six blockbusters in my one hand and in the other lay the miserable DATE SHEET for my final exams!!!…broken dreams, really now I was trembling…the syllabus was so huge and not even ROCKY could stop me from opening my books today just for the fear of total failure for a person who still did not exactly know the full syllabus of his course (what a shame!!)…class 12th was really now CRUSHING ME…crunch time baby…

and the DVD had to lay in my cupboard for well over two months…
to be continued…

Why do I write so much shit...???

2008-06-11T00:54:00.000+05:30

Seriously by now, all ya folks out there must be thinking why the hell do I waste so many hours in writing all this shit…!!!
Quite true, it take some time to write all those lines of pure crap, which doesn’t seem to make sense to anyone else than me myself…hah…what great tragedy! No, one can interpret my blogs the way I want them to…!!! (Maybe that’s because the shit I write doesn’t seem to make sense to anybody else!!!)
Or maybe not…..
But lemme tell you what exactly is my problem….
I am 8teen, young, ambitious(hope so) and really bored………..I don’t have a job….I don’t have any work…I don’t even go to school…The whole day, I sit my ass wasting time at home….I don’t play footie any longer (lost the stamina and the legs to run my breath out)…I don’t seem to have any aim in life….I just don’t seem to be useful for any job…I am a complete bore who can’t figure a way out of his room….I have been thrown out of my school and now I’m struggling to find some college to take me in as a child prodigy..!!!….(no, one thinks that I can ever grow up to be anything else than just another guy who calls himself a Kashmiri…!!!)….and the worst thing is, I still can’t figure out how to spend the boring days of my newly found adult life..
So, to escape all the boredom… I STARTED BLOGGING…and sharing my boredom with all ya resourceful and ever so happening people out there reading this another piece of shit….!!!
And the worst news is…I still can’t figure out a proper way to live this stage in my life when my school has thrown me out and I’m struggling to find a college to take me in as a child prodigy….!!!

Petrol seems to leak out of their pockets....!!!

2008-06-10T12:38:00.000+05:30

FUEL YOU FIRE… FUEL YOUR SOUL...FUEL YOUR FREEDOM…FUEL YOUR SPIRITS...FUEL YOUR ENDEAVOUR…
Take your car out on the road…BURN THE TIRES…!!!
It’s time to FUEL YOUR SPEED….Empty roads…Who knows when will we Kashmiris get such a grand chance again to press the accelerator to the maximum and burn the brake shoes of our four wheelers…
Second day of the transport strike…And all the roads seem deserted...Not even our beloved three wheelers (auto rickshaw)...All the TATA and MAZDA busses sleeping…It’s time to hear the roar of own beauties…Thanks to the ever so rising Petrol prices, nobody seems to like the comfort of a vehicle…
But trust me, even though I can’t afford to race all through the city…Still I saved enough money to buy me a liter of ”XTRA-PREMIUM” petrol when the normal fuel prices are soaring through the roof top and all the petrol stations have their Diesel pumps working on over-time…(No wonder why our beloved George Bush wasted all that super secret, highly confidential artillery in Iraq…!!!)
But who cares…No transport means, no legs to carry the weight of super heavy school bags to schools…So gimme a hell yeah!…here we go…a summer vacation before the summer even began….!!!
The deserted streets really seem to make my mouth wet...and I think today we all speed freaks have got a license to hear the roar of our wild dreams….I think it’s time to say…..NEED FOR SPEED…
And the best news is…Now I have got a driving licence to burn my beauty….!!!

Why the Titanic sank???

2008-06-09T07:00:00.000+05:30

George Bush with legendary Kashmiri school teacher Master N.A. Laherwal (A.K.A Nazir Gola)...

Found this pic somewhere on the net posted by some Biscoites giving it as a possible explanation for the sinking of the Titanic...!!! hahahahaa heh lolz.....

Sorry but I really find it quite interestingly amusing...!!!!....not exactly disrespectfull to the great man (no, not Bush!).....

But I guess this pic somehow potrays the great leader this man was..Mr.N.A Laherwal famously known as Gola will always remain in our hearts as the only true legend in every sense of the word....Hope the Biscoites out there will agree

DIVIDED WE STOOD...UNITED WE FELL (Second Half-'Demon Prevails...Time for reality check')

2008-06-08T17:54:00.003+05:30

“The Demon is in every one of us…It’s in me, it’s in you, it’s in the crowd….!!! ”
What a great day for us all...we the Kashmiris standing together...supporting our team...our very own team...for our very own cause...and the team didn't disappoint...they really showed the spirit and heart by taking the game to the defending champions...We might not have our "El-Diego" (Diego Maradonna) to start a revolution but we have the likes of the Kashmiri born and Biscoe bred Ishfaq to unite the people with one single goal in their herat and soul.....!!!
And to put icing on the cake, ZEE Sports just announced that the match is not only being broadcasted live all over India but even across the Middle-East and USA....such a great occassion for Kashmiri people to display their spirit and hospitability...

”The demon is too timid to come infront of GOD’s human…and too evil to allow the things go in God’s favor without a fight…Demon always searches for the weakest of the prey… (always a human)….the demon, hiding some where in the crowd…”

“defending champions really never knew that a valley could echo so loudly…”
No, I won't be writing how it all happened and what happened...We have already got enough reasons to bring some water in our eyes...and there were enough reasons in the ground to bring some water in my eyes...and if you still wouldn't cry, they had the boom of a tear gas to make you cry...I am too weak to revisit the moments which scream out loud, "You murdered your own mother"...and there is no denying the fact, we ourselves are the criminals of our mother....united we stood, divided we fell...
Still, if you need to know what exactly happened in the stadium then refer to my previous blog "a tale of hartal ...and they all cried"....Only this time, if there was any shame left after invasion of the pitch....we wasted it all in chasing away the lives out of the tough Punjab players with stones and weapons...(and that's where I guess the pride comes from...chasing away the enemy...but I still wonder whose the real enemy)....!!!
Enough of this blame game......No, I won't be blaming anyone...neither the journalists,nor the JKFA officials...Not even the police or the crowd.....It's time for a reality check....for all of us to realise, "if we are not part of the solution then we definitely are part of the problem"....
We have put the whole nation to shame...(mind you...talking about the nation, You know which nation!)...a showcase of our real character...the character which infamously has made us enough famous all around the globe for being the people who hate their very own identity...people who can't bear to see their fellow people prosper...people so drenched in illiteracy and agony over the last two decades that they have forgotten the very basic fact which made them call themselves Kashmiri and take some real pride in the fact that they belong to the land proclaimed as heaven , a land of mystics and saints...a land of love and eternal grace...a land of unity and strength...a land where the sun shone brighter than anywhere else in the world and a land whose waters were heavenly enough to purify the most miserable souls....a land whose sons used to teach the world the character and values needed to reach the seventh heaven....a land above any other land...a land blessed by God himself...a land whose people would call themselves Kashmiri......
I wonder where did those souls come from which called themselves Kashmiri and set an example for the world to follow...people so strong in character and so sublime in faith...people with enough courage and gutts to even sacrifice their own lives for the sake of an ailing enemy...people who led through example...
a land far from the land of the evil...a land unknown to Demon....Gods own country....
let us all pledge to dedicate our lives to restore the lost glory of our land and the lost values ofur people...Devil might have taken over our minds but it can't take over the heart and soul of a born Kashmiri....all we need is to go back to the basics and realise we all are at fault....let's change ourselves before talking about changing others....
Don't we dare criticise the people for what they did at Bakshi stadium....It's time for a reality check..."If we are not a part of the solution then we definitely are part of the problem"

DIVIDED WE STOOD...UNITED WE FELL (First Half-'Living the dream')

2008-06-07T17:54:00.003+05:30

“The time came to raise our united heads with pride and honor, demanding respect from those who ever doubted….Shameless, we ran away!!!”
“A step forward and ten steps back“ can be best described as the fast forward story of the destruction and turmoil in Kashmir since the day I breathed my first breath(unfortunately the day I was born…30 sep 1989….the day the whole city finally united for its own destruction, burning down their own homes for the sake of Shabir Shah, a rebel leader…what a great cause…!!!) and at the Bakshi stadium it was a déjà-vu situation…
Almost an hour into the dream match, all tied up at 0-0…The biggest game in the Santosh Trophy tournament so far…A high voltage match between the holders Punjab and the highly spirited Home team…The first half most definitely belonged to the team in whote,the home team, playing with the backing of big and VOCAL home support…Attacking the Punjab defence time and again…Chance after chance…Not exactly “CHAMPAGNE-FOOTBALL” but not much far away from the kind of football, champions are made of…The defending champions needed all the defence they had in order to defend what they loved the most, their clean sheet record…and they somehow managed to keep a clean sheet in the first half…Ishfaq,Adil and Rohit pushed by the crowd, were pressing the Punjab defence with super fluency and brilliant counter attacking moves…Punjab rarely had any possession of the ball and it was looking like we finally have got a team which could give the full house crowd, a reason to raise their voices in unison and celebrate their throats out…Such a wonderful mix of the united Kashmir in the crowd…the oldies in their khan dresses…the Sikhs in their turbans…few pundits with their renowned wits!…..the ever so vocal youth with enough stamina to shout their way into the match….Quite rightly as the press had put it, ”J&K team play with 12 players, 11 on the pitch and 12th in the stands…!”…the spirit which the home team had shown, brought the 12th man into play , “defending champions really never knew that a valley could echo so loudly…!!!”
So it was JK in the driving seat with almost half an hour left in the match…”Joga-Bonita” (playing football with a smile on the face) and the united crowd gave enough reasons to put a smile on the ‘fair’ faces of JK players!!!…Punjab absorbing all the pressure from the players and the crowd…Really what a success story, no matter even if we lose now but we have won all the hearts by showing the world, united we STILL stand to support what we love…a revival of footy back in the valley…a revival of united voices back in the valley….what a reason to celebrate…
But there had to be an intervention (as always)…No, not DIVINE…In fact, as expected in my mother land…It had to be a ‘DEMONIC’ intervention….!!!(as always)
Suddenly the photo journalists could be seen shouting and fighting with some JKFA officials (who are really worthy of being appreciated for conducting such a big tournament with such huge media coverage… a real successful effort)…but but but…
”the demon is too timid to come infront of GOD’s human…and too evil to allow the things go in God’s favor without a fight…Demon always searches for the weakest of the prey… (always a human)….the demon hiding some where in the crowd…”
Raisng slogans in between the already high voltage, fast paced match…what a mess…!!! And amidst all the chaos Punjab score……….a fantastic long ranger but can be equally considered as a goal keeping error…and take my words on that…I have watched enough football to say, that the shot was perfectly savable and it can be considered a goal keeping howler by the new goalie…(had the crowd given the given the team whole match to play, the way we were playing suggests that we could have esily equalised and who knows maybe gone onto win the match)
But who cares…the crowd are now really on their feet...Demon ready to rumble
“defending champions really never knew that a valley could echo so loudly…”

to be continued…

come on JK we will do it...

2008-06-06T21:13:00.011+05:30

So here it is, Santosh Trophy and JK in the quarters and in some style(thrashing the capital of our vey own country)...!!!!!!!!!

yes, we might have lost against Kerala infront of a packed crowd at Bakshi Stadium but trust me, we really showed the attitude and the spirit to win the hardest hearts...!!

and when Ishfaq scored the goal....Oh My God!...the whole stadium erupted...the celebrations which made the folks remember the glory days of early 80's...celebrations that seemed to come from a land unknown to the valley...celebrations which made most of us forget two decades of our lives...finally uniting for one common cause and celebrating as one single unit.....the moments which seemed to have lasted an eternity. ..!!!
JK really did play well and deserved at least a draw...but the absence of star defender Mehrajuddin Wadoo (currently on national duty) proved to be the defining factor of the game...attack after attack, and chance after chance...JK team was on fire but then were caught out "3 TIMES" on counter attack!...wish Wadoo had been at the back to stop all moves and make it a first win for JK in the quarter finals...

Anyway, the atmosphere was electrifying and crowd didn't lose heart...and I am all prepeared to buy a ticket for tomorrows big match against the defending champions Punjab...Yes, they might be the toughest team...a team which can beat us and beat us easily.... the hardest opponent with enough strength and class to brush aside any team....but we have got the heart and the spirit to keep us going when the going get's really tough....
Come on you folks out there, let's all go the stadium to cheer our team on....no matter if you don't like the battered Bakshi stands but trust me its an honour to support your own identity....time to get united.....And yes, tickets are gonna be short, it would be a full house so better plan early...
let's all pray and hope we come out on top and show the world that we though maybe the eternal under dogs but still possess enough character to fight, and fight back hard...... a bunch of unfortunate players struggling to find enough oppurtunities to showcase their immense talent.....

One final request, please people keep out the stupid posters which say,"JK will defeat INDIA"...!!!
ridiculous and totally unacceptable...show some respect as well....cheer for your state..support your team.....unite for kashmir....no matter if you are not much of a football lover...but it's time to finally get united and to finally fight for one common cause, and this time our very own cause..we will shout, we will cry and no matter whatever the outcome we will be the real winners...winning the hearts and souls..united we will stand and if the unfortunate happens, united we will fall..
don't just sit in your homes and watch the match live on ZEE sports...be there to raise the spirits of the 11...
hand in hand, shoulders together.....it's time to show the world
WE are no pushovers....!!!!!!!

Maybe the cow is having a rough time.......!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-06-03T16:14:00.007+05:30

This historic cartoon makes me remember the days when my teeth were supposedly 'milk made..!!' and my bones 'milk hungry' ......milk which gave me enough calcium to survive for 18 years of my life....!!!!
as my mum put it.."a glass of milk everyday kept my uncle (doctor) away..!!".......and the same theory still goes strong but only, I have now given up the bournvitas,the boosts the milo,the complan,the corn flakes and the ever so favourite chocos and froot loops....and my bones no longer seem to be 'milk hungry' or my teeth 'milk made'.........!!!
just a passion to drink.....and drink a glass of milk everyday...!!!
still remember the days when I used to struggle so hard just to buy a milo instead of the iron rich corn flakes (couldn't make out where did the Iron come from when the pack was supposed to be fat-FREE...!!!) such joy just to get a tennis ball free with every pack(our very beloved cosco or as we kashmiris put it....'the rubber ball'...!!!!....n I still wonder why the plastic ball was supposed to be a tennis ball, after all tennis is a rubber ball game.......!!!)..hah I know u won't get what I am trying to say...so no need to waste some of your upper stuff on the shit written before you....!!!!
well yeah now coming back to the point (as always....!!).....so the point is about the historic cartoon...and my WHITE glass of milk...!!
still can't stop drinking...drinking a glass of milk everyday...!!!
but trust me I always doubted the nature of the milk I was drinking...No, it was not as bad as some chemically produced poisonous milk like substance as revealed on Indian news channels just a few months ago (beat that...!!!).....but it was never as good as a glass of milk which said,
"doodh doodh doodh....doodh hai wonderfull...pee sakte hai hum eik glass full....doodh mein daalo ice to doodh bangaya very nice...doodh doodh doodh hai wonderful....!!!!" (don't know how to translate a very famous advert on T.V during my kiddo days..the add which made me believe in the magical powers of the wonderful "WHITE-WATER"...!!!!!)
so here I am...me and my doubts ....and in the corner...hiding behind the thermos of "Noon-chai" (traditional kashmiri salt tea or pink tea)...beneath the table lies the usual suspect "a glass of milk"....I wish I could prove it's guilt had I got a lactometer or as my mum would put it...rather it's innocence.....!!!
(I know, by now u must have really gone nuts coz u dont seem to get to the point of writing all this shit and moreover my style of stupid humour is really making u wanna click the 'cross button' on the upper right, but trust me......."I love to write whatever I wanna write, whenever I wanna write and the way I wanna write....!!"...just try to write ma shit ma own way......atleast an original approach...at least I write...!!)
well yeah so coming back to the glass of milk and me....and as always I start the day with a usual doubt in my mind..."why does the milk seem so less nice every day?(unlike the T.V add)...why does the milk seem to have got a tan???(and even worse some sunburns..!!)....why does the tatse seem to vary?...(maybe different flavours..!!)...why didn't the bournvita dissolve well today? (maybe the chocolate powder needs some rest..!!).....or, " Maybe the cow is having a rough time.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and finally, I settle all the doubts thinking that I got my calcium required to keep my bones going atleast for another day....!!!!.....but I still wonder why the milk-man never allowed anyone on a pilgrimage to his control room.....rather his filling centre....!!!!!!..still wonder why the cow which gave me calcium to play football was always (and is still) wondering in the alleys and roads surrounding my colony and often the cows which gave me all those reasons to buy bournvita instead of corn flakes often fed themselves on the garbage dump just a few hundred metres from my home......!!!!!!!!.........(maybe thats where my glass of milk comes from...!!!)
hah....but I can't waste my time thinking all this shit which makes me feel so weak in the body and bones....shit which makes me wonder how much of a 'milk-MAID' I really am...!!....and then I remember, "doodh doodh doodh.....doodh hai wonderful....pee sakte ho eik glass full....!!"
Maybe the cow is having a rough time....!!!!

JUNE 1....Seasons first WAZWAN...(PART 1)

2008-06-01T18:41:00.006+05:30

aaahhh...yummm.....mmmmm.......n finally.....yuck.........................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So finally June 1 is here and it's a special day....yea you guessed it right....the seasons first wazwan....!!!!!!!!!

Ahem...well; as we all kashmiris say "maaz chu zaher" (meat is poison)..hehee...and yet despite all the restrictions and shackles the doctors impose...we all know we can't escape the fact....we are born meat eaters (rather sheep eaters)........!!!!!!!!

hahahaaa....and yes, as the legendary but diseased and ailing meat-eaters now in their retirement age say, "once in a blue moon"...and that's the only reason they give to their diet concious homies for swallowing all those tonnes of flesh and breaking all the medical rules and regulations, going beyond the limits enduring all those hay days in intensive care only for the sake of their beloved...WAZWAN....!!!!!! (what a love story....after all, sacrifice is the essence of love...!!!!!)

Well; now coming back to the point...It's June 1..the RE-UNION...the day I finally digest ma beloved.....!!!!.....heh..honestly speaking...we all say we hate wazwan but in the end we all long for our beloved...don't we...????...hehheheee

now you folks must really be thinking that I am a hell of a filthy meat eater who likes to tear open into the bones and break through those fleshy legs...!!!!.......lolz.....

naah... I don't deny the fact that I love the "NON SIDE OF VEG"...!!!!...but wazwan....as they say, "once in a blue moon"....!!!!!!!...not a big fan, not even an addict, just a regular kashmiri who curses the very thing he loves....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't explain what an emotional ride has this day been....from hope and 'ambition' in the morning to disaster and betrayal in the evening...!!..My diet is ruined and so is my stomach....!!!

BREAKING NEWS:- I am just about to puke for the third time in this miserable day....So, I better not ruin my precious lapi....yuck......I better hurry................................................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(The rista, the tabakhmaaz, the roganjosh, the kabaab , the goshtaaba...remains to be concluded in the PART 2 of this post.........we can run, we may hide but we can't escape the fact "sacrifice is the essence of love"...we love what we curse....!!

to be concluded...

puke............................yuck.......................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really gotta go now................................

Manchester United-Dream Team (last decade) PART 2

2008-05-31T18:01:00.018+05:30

NO, I AM NOT A PUNDIT, BUT JUST A MAN UNITED FREAK WHO WANTS TO THANK ALL THE GREATS WHO MADE MY CHILDHOOD EVER SO NOSTALGIC..!!!

So, here I am ready for any possible arguments and giving ya all the reasons in the world for the dream 11 Man United (last decade) which I chose in the PART1 of this 'dream' article..heh

Dream 11 Manchester United (last decade)

1)G.K-Peter Schemichael

2)R.B-Garry Neville

3)C.B-Rio Ferdinand

4)L.B-Jaap Stam

5)R.M-David Beckham

6)R.C.M-Roy keane(Capt.)

7)L.C.M-Paul Scholes

8)L.M-Ryan Giggs

9)C.F-Cristiano Ronaldo

10)ST-Wayne Rooney**

11)ST-Ruud Vanistelrooy

**(only possible argument)

Manager-Sir Alex Fergusson

Assistant-Steve McLarren

"When I was young...When I had all the time in the world...I used to wonder if I could ever run like Giggs and cross like Beckham...Shoot like Scholes and tackle like Keane"

(Every player's ability has been cosidered when at the peak of their career)

1)G.K-Peter Schemichael:-

Arguably the best goal keeper world has ever seen, undoubtedly the best Man United ever had...!!!

2)R.B-Garry Neville:-

Plays when fit...Does the job to perfection...Tackles hard, crosses well..Just what the manager asked for...A regular feature in the national side as well..Don't remember many games in the last decade without Garry on the right of defence...

3)C.B-Rio Ferdinand:-

Rock solid..Hard core tackles..Leading the defense line and a surety of success at the back..Made his name in the 2002 world cup and ever since, has been the best defender England has seen in a long long time...

4)L.B-Jaap Stam:-

No, prisoners taken...!!!...Dogged defending...The one man wall...Mr.Defence...A key reason for the unprecedented success of 1999

5)R.M-David Beckham:-

The most popular footbal or more of a sports person ever...The glamour boy of world football...Supposedly over-rated, but TRUST ME; one of the finest players when at his peak and ending uptwo times as a runner up to the world footballer of the year...Dead ball specialist and a tremendous ability to pin point crosses...Still remember those fantastic free-kicks and those accurate crosses to Dwight Yorke and then later on to Ruud Van.....

Wow...still can't forget those great European nights when David Beckham reigned supreme

6)R.C.M-Roy Keane(Capt.)

Always a 200%..Tremendous passion and aggression...Making every player in the team to give his best...The rock in the high flowing counter attacking midfield of the dream team...One of the best captains we have ever seen and one of the best defensive midfielder of the 90's

7)L.C.M-Paul Scholes:-

One of the most complete footballer of his era...Shooting the ball from any where outside the box and blasting past the goalie straight into the goal...World class header of the ball...Arriving late in the box and scoring the most cruicial goals..Tackling being the only drawback but his ball control is just magical..

8)L.M-Ryan Giggs:-

A true legend in every sense of the 'over-used' word...Dribbling past the best in Europe and best in the world...The best on the left wing...After all, the guy who gave us the goal of the century...Dedicating all his Welsh talent to the English side...Now an old horse but still a heroe..

9)C.F-Cristiano Ronaldo:-

Brought into the side as a young teenage prodigy...and now proving his boss right as being worth the most costliest teenager at his time (his record only broken by Wayne Rooney)..Currently the best footballer in the world...Hats off to the guy who single handedly won united the third European title...

10)ST-Wayne Rooney:-**

The only possible arguable inclusion in the dream 11..Yes, one of the greatest young talents England has ever seen since the days of YOUNG Michael Owen...!!(hehehee....Real Madrid as always wasted another would be great..!!!) But yet to prove his ability for his club...It can be argued that Teddy Sheringam, Andy Cole or the "Super-Sub" Ole Gunnay Solskjaer can be better fitted into the dream 11...but I still prefer to stick with the promise of young Rooney and what he brings to the club in terms of desire and passion...

11)ST-Ruud Vanistelrooy:-

A perfect target man for any team..Phenomenol goal scoring rate...especially in Europe..almost a goal every game and breaking many such records as that of the great United legend Denis Law..A one man goal scoring machine...Showed the club glimpses of Cantonna, Cole, Solskjaer,Sheringam all in the short period of time he stayed at the club...

And yes, it would be criminal not to mention the Super-Sub Ole Gunnar Solskjaer waiting on the bench to come late into the match and score the all important and dramatic late goals...He delivered when ever the situation asked him to..really I still cherish those childhood days watching the cup ties and the cruicial games turn on its head in the dying seconds of the game..and it all happened time and again when ever the red devils needed it..thanx to the "baby-faced"..Solskjaer......

Manager-Sir Alex Fergusson:-

No, arguments needed........!!!!!!

Assistant-Steve McLarren:-

The man who assisted Fergie to the famous treble in 1999....the man who helped Middlesborough to regain it's status in the premier league...An ex-England manager...doesn't deserve to be a number 2 but only to the great Sir Alex..!!!

"When I was young...When I had all the time in the world...I wondered if I could ever run like Giggs and cross like Beckham....Shoot like Scholes and tackle like Keane".......And in the end celebrate like a RED DEVIL...!!!!!!!

Manchester United-Dream Team (last decade)....PART1

2008-05-30T17:47:00.014+05:30

Champions of England...Champions of Europe...Champions of the world...
A decade of transition from one of the big clubs in Europe to 'THE BIGGEST' football club in the world...A story of unprecedented success and unthinkable drama to win titles in the most fairy-tale fashion and most importantly to win hearts all over the world to make the 'Munich disaster club" as the most popular football team in the world...
We saw the world's most popular,glamourous and talented footballers bedazzle the full house blockbuster crowds at the mecca of football...Old Trafford
The theatre of dreams...The home of the world's finestThe mecca of football...The home of Red Devils...The home of Manchester United F.C.
Well; being a Manchester United fan since the days I learned to walk and speak and most importantly since the days I learned to kick the ball...I saw the world's best displaying their talent at Old Trafford and the greates heroes scoring the late goals, pumping the adrenaline rush in my soul...I could figure out a dream 11...A combination of the dream team, the invincibles of 1999 and the present day young champions of Europe...Here it goes, the DREAM 11 MUFC- a decade of total glory...
1)G.K-Peter Schemichael
2)R.B-Garry Neville
3)C.B-Rio Ferdinand
4)L.B-Jaap Stam
5)R.M-David Beckham
6)R.C.M-Roy keane(Capt.)
7)L.C.M-Paul Scholes
8)L.M-Ryan Giggs
9)C.F-Cristiano Ronaldo
10)ST-Wayne Rooney
11)ST-Ruud Vanistelrooy

Formation:-3-4-3
Captain:-Roy Keane
Manager:-Sir Alex Fergusson
Assistant:-Steve McLaren

The dream team consisits of the best Manchester United players since that David Beckham's famous goal from half way line...The opinion expressed is totally my own and I think there can't be a better than this...Any arguments are welcome....!!!....(some comments please!!!)

The Clash Of Junoons..!!!

2008-05-27T00:00:00.001+05:30

JUNOON in Kashmir...!!!
The famous Pakistani Sufi Rock Band performing live over the banks of the very own...very famous Dal Lake....Oh yeah the "Sayonee" guys and the "Dosti" dudes...on their very own mission Kashmir..or rather mission Junoon...and boy did they succeed..!!!
lived upto their reputation of "JUNOON"...!!!
Strictly speaking as a linguist...I think the word Junoon can be best described as fire..or maybe an internal urge..or well yeah...maybe an adrenaline rush...
No, I am not talking about the actor Rohit Roy's movie "Junoon" which killed his career even before he had lived the success of "Aashiqui"...!!!
Oh yeah, now you remember the same old guy who won the "Big Boss" reality show...yeah, now you get it...I am talking about that weird 'were-wolf' movie Junoon...Oooww...now you folks getting nostalgic and remembering the way how a hot shot from Aashiqui got converted into a hybrid were-wolf on a full moon night (hehehee sorry but the animation was awful..!!!!)...What a thriller...!!!..lolz
Well now am really coming to my point...and the point is..."Junoon" in Kashmir...but I still find Rohit Roy's career suicide Junoon movie as a deja-vu for this Junoon in Kashmir....!!!
Going by the definition of the word Junoon (already defined above)

Lemme begin with...MY JUNOON..!!
oh my god..."dad...how could have I forgotten it"..!!.."its Junoon in Srinagar"...aaaaawww...'Sayonee'...wowww 'Junoon' live..and the reply goes like.."son, what Junoon..!!!".....and when I explain the 'Junoon of my JUNOON'...the reply kills my junoon "son, just a bunch of idiots earning their money through pomp and show"...aaahh and that really puts my Junoon to bed....wish my Junoon was more than my dad's Junoon and more over, even if I could convince dad for my Junoon, still couldn't get the tickets or the pass required to witness the JUNOON unfold live...!!!!.....so that's the end of my Junoon...

Now, time for some JUNOON OF THE NISHAT 'LOCALS'
So it was Junoon at Dal Lake right beneath the world famous Nishat garden and a locality where some of my relatives live...Well, they quite grown up to share the Junoon of the JUNOON...!!!...
Locked in their own locality...rather in their own houses...!!!
Still curse the day they bought that house...!!!...and the deafening sounds, jsut too much for them...they ain't gonna take this shit...so their Junoon was quite justifiedly caused due to junoon of the JUNOON..!!!...and lemme tell you their Junoon if not controlled could have ruined the JUNOON show...!!!!!!!

JUNOON OF THE GOLFERS...
Royal Springs Golf Course...proclaimed (self proclaimed..heh) as one of the most beautiful golf courses in the world...and home to some of the valleys most elite and talented , TOP golfers...
wonder how they fit into this story of the clash of JUNOONS????
here I go again...the full parking of the famed Royal Springs Golf Course was occupied by the VIPs attending the JUNOON concert (rather a stage show..!!!! hehehee)...not only that the madening traffic jams and golfers couldn't make it to the eightenenth hole (the only thing they ever desired for after their retirement..!!!!)..wish they could have scored that birdie just to supress the junoon AGAINST the junoon fuming in them...after all, the golf BALLS need some junoon to fly over that bunker, swim across the pond, roll across the green straight into that gaping hole....!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (hahhahaaa....the clash of stupid junoons...!!!)

JUNOON OF THE (honourable) VIPs THEMSELVES...!!!
and here come the brave hearted, upright, fearless,LAWLESS JK POLICE....!! stopping the VIPs and not even the sparing the Chief Guest himself..(just to peep into their deep pockets and shallow hearts...!!!)...would you believe it, the Chief Guest himself had to prove his identity...(after all we Kashmiris love to follow our customs and traditions-THEORY PROVED...!!!)...and to add more points to support the theory...Chief Guest had to contest and fight for his seat in the audience...hahahaaa.....but then once again up stepped the brave hearts of JK POLICE to prove their worth and as always the politician took the twisted way and got their VVIP reserved (unusually small and untidy and oddly placed) Chief Guest Spot..!!!

Phew..!!! such a long clash of Junoons..reading this piece of shit will surely have blown your Junoon outta control..yeah baby..now even ya ppl out there reading this masterpiece are in the clash of JUNOON..!!!!
but the clash of junoon continues....

finally, THE JUNOON IN THE AUDIENCE...
now, most importantly the junoon seekers...well; not surprisingly the audience didn't turn out to be as huge as expected by the JUNOON...and NOT SURPRISINGLY the few who turned up mostly constituted of school students forced to witness the junoon show on a Sunday...maybe by their schools or who knows maybe by our brave hearted JK POLICE..!!!
yeah the school children really wanted to show the junoon in their souls and bodies but the teachers were too busy in controlling the over all junoon to not to make it a clash of junoons right there and then....
but then, there were the real and true junoon seekers (and they weere supposedly the trouble seekers)...a group scattered (by our very own JK POLICE)..into various small groups..seperated the two sexes..!!..but the junoon in their junoon was by far the biggest junoon of the JUNOON show...!!!
they cried and they laughed and they shouted...Sayonee........!!!!!!!!!

last but not the least...JUNOON OF THE JUNOON...
the dudes themselves...(well, I somehow still fail to understand how can sufi music be classified as rock but still let's acknowledge their band)..the junoon themselves...well they have performed at much larger gatherings all over Pakistan and South Asia..so performing infront of the awestruck Kashmiri crowd at Dal Lake was like bread and butter for them and maybe that was the reason for their half hearted junoon...No am not criticising their performance but seriously the junoon in their junoon was surely missing....and the 5000 watts of thumping guitar lacked the strings of the human junoon....Junoon did perform with some junoon but maybe forgot most of it back at Paskistan or maybe the small crowd or who knows maybe our very efficient JK POLICE put them off...!!!
well; the show was a MISmanaged embarassment which failed to awake the much needed forgotten junoon..in the hearts of the kashmiri souls lying beneath the depths of the dying lake.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the whole event was conducted by SAF (South Asian Foundation)...
for more authentication on this blog about 'clash of junoons' visit:-
http://www.greaterkashmir.com/full_story.asp?Date=26_5_2008&ItemID=16&cat=24

The religion I chose...

2008-05-26T10:02:00.000+05:30

I was born an atheist…
We all come from a land of magical interpretation…A land beyond comprehension…A land beyond imagination….And I wonder if a land beyond God…!!!
They say, we were born to be somebody…We are that somebody
Never did I chose a religion…I never decided what God had already decided…I dare ask you, which religion do you follow???
Some say, “nothing is good or bad, only thinking makes it so”…
I say, “the good is well distinguished from the bad, all we need to do is to peep into our souls and see if God ever lived in us…!!!”
The religion I chose is still to be chosen….A D!V!N3 intervention to show me the way…A land of infinite possibilities…A land of eternal happiness…A land of the 'religion of God'
The religion I chose, still remains to be chosen...

Let's start a "Kashmiri wave"...!

2008-05-25T10:02:00.006+05:30

Santosh Trophy is here...the biggest tournament in Indian football arena
Yes, we all agree the game played with feet has a long way to go....but it has come a long way at least in Kashmir valley....giving the current stars to the Indian team such as..
Mehrajudin Wadoo, Ishfaq Majid and Arun Verma....only to add to the legends of the greats like Nari and Kakroo....
No, m not a sports commentator but all I want is to see football back at its best in the valley...It really did hurt during my school days to see all that talent going waste...
Just want to make the people aware of what potential the valleys youngsters hold when it comes to football.....
Let's start encouraging something of our own...Let's at least fight for some cause of our own...!!!
Let's take a pledge with ourselves that we will at least go to one match of the upcoming Santosh Trophy only to support our own team and encourage the talented youngsters in the stands....who knows...some day we might have our very Maradonna or a Pele....or a Zain-ul-abidin Zidane....
We all know what the "mexican wave" is......Can't we atleast immitate something (this time for our good) and start our very own Kashmiri wave...????
Yes, I know how ugly would the wave look in our battered stadiums and grounds..!!!
but atleast we can try...can't we??

Finally footy is back to valley..(we will shout..we will cry!!)

2008-05-25T10:02:00.002+05:30

It's here...after almost 3 decades valley gets a chance to wake up from the long sleep only to the nostalgia of the glory days long gone by...Footy is coming back to valley....SANTOSH TROPHY 2008 is back to Srinagar...Hurrah....finally the footy fans get a way to express wot they had been going through all these years...finally we can all raise our voice in UNISON and shout out loud...GOALLLLLL GOALLLLL........!!!!!!!!
over the years gone by, such huge talent has been wasted..I myself remember at least a dozen players from my school (Tyndale Biscoe) who could have easily made it to the national team and who knows maybe the international arena.....But all they needed was a channel...a way....n that's what they never got...n all the potential and talent instead of driblling and juggling around, went on to become...the same old doctors and the same old engineers...n yea some turned out to be succesful models as well........!!
ahhhh...it hurts.....to see such talent being wasted...guys with olympic legs....still remember few of my very own batch mates with enough skill and pace to easily play in Europe....No, I ain't exageratting...but all these comments came from an English football scout on tour of valley...!!..huh
well.... so fortunate young footballers of this era gonna be... at least they will be able to see the action live infront of their eyes in the Bakshi Stadium n the very beloved Polo Ground....would be a great tournament only if WE THE PEOPLE get together n realise the importance of this tournament and what it will mean if it succeeds to make an impact.....so lets all pledge that we will at least this time leave our houses to buy a "very cheap" ticket at a ground....and see the action unfold live.......we will shout, we will cry...and eventually we will celebrate ..coz its not about JK football team its about the young talent in the stands...and in that case..it's a win win situation.....hurrah........
finally the most popular game of the valley is back......to its prime....

football resurrected...

2008-05-25T09:02:00.000+05:30

It's a well known fact that during the past decade along with all the other things that have suffered...It's the football which really took a heavy blow and the most popular game of the valley fell from ithe heights of 'Kolohoi' to die an untimely death...

But as always there is a D!V!N3 intervention...!!!

this time god gave us a chance to resurrect the game through conducting tournaments...over the years Biscoe School alone had enough talent to fill the full national squad (leave alone the state squad)....and over the last two decades Biscoe School was the only ray of hope for the valley..winning the national tournaments such as Jatin Bedi...and creating such an impact in the state football arena... ..the school which gave valley its first football had to be the school to resurrect the football back to valley..but Biscoe couldnt do it alone, there had to be a huge financial backing....

n then as always...there had to be one more D!V!N3 intervention

this time the biggest and the greatest and the only success story from the valley decided to provide all the money needed to bring back the football gods back from the cluthces of extinction....and up stepped The JK BANK....

this was a marriage made in heaven...JK BANK with all its resources and Tyndale Biscoe School with all its talent.....although Biscoe school couldnt convince all of its talent to pursue their carrer in football..(most of them turned out to be doctors and engineers)....but the ones who decided to pursue their own dreams rather than their families dreams...they did make it to atleast the state squads....yes, the talent is coming through we just need to encourage it and we will see the valley once again as the hub of Indian football.....

a tale of HARTAL..."n they all cried"

2008-05-24T21:08:00.000+05:30

Schools closed.."yawn..!!"...some more hours of sleep will just make it even a more perfect day...
roads blocked(no not with traffic..!!) shops closed(no not a national holiday..!!) protests and agitations(no not a revolution..!!)...just a normal day...what a way to wake up............hearing the cracking sound of glass and the boom of tear gas shells....!!
ooowww i forgot its Mr. President coming here and we gotta protest dat n a hell lot more...George Bush bombed Iraq...n who protested?? ..No, the Saudi's couldnt gather enough guts to protest...the Iranis were too busy with their nukes....who else???....we the Kashmiris...the courageous, the noble,the gentle,the beautiful kashmiris...who fight for every other cause except ironically for their own cause..hahaa...n the best thing is the way we fight n give our heart n soul just to make it a hartal day...
burn down tyres...break windows..beat our own fellaz....throw stones at each other and then run an olympic sprint when the INDIAN army decides that its time to call it a day...!!!!!!!!!!
oh yes, still remember the day when ppl burnt George Bush right outside ma home..!!!!! hehehee...wonder if they have the guts to do it in real life...n then the voices..."george bush hai hai" (Down with Bush)...n the famous poster "BUSH KUTA (Bush Dog)" written in bold...hahhaa (srry...but I still find it so amusing..the way a dog had the features l looks of Bush..the only thing different were the 4 legs n a 'twisted' tail..!!!) n then to show the strength...breaking the hell out of our trasnport system..hehehee (even my school bus)....n then break all the windows of ma cousins house..(oh shit..it did hurt to see all those magnificently painted windows get shattered).....n then the community hospital and its ambulance had to bear the brunt of the aggression n somehow our Cheif Minister was responsible for draining the oil from Iraq..!!!..hahah wish they could have saved Iraq with the oil stolen from the petrol pump leading to our so called decent society....heh...after all kashmiris the saviours..the messiahs....!!!
n yes the lower primary government school...somehow this bulding was supposed to be the reason why kasmir isnt with its neighbours on our west....!!!!...so yes, the building needed to be burnt down........!!!!!!!!....then came my uncles clinic.....there couldnt have been a better place to hide the brave asses from facing the army...yes, a refugee camp with all the first aid kid available for at will...just need to break open some lockers...!!!
Independence day..!!!....inspiring n thrilling nail bitting climax....police somehow co-ordinating with the autonomous bull headed Indian army n leading a huge chase down the streets with enough tear gas shells to even make the me cry...n yea even the so called freedom fighters couldnt stop their eyes from expressing what they had done to themselves and their own motherland....the tears though unintentional...but trust me they depicted the real story.....don't need a tear gas shell to explain the tears that sometimes twinkle in ma eyes, in your eyes, in our eyes.. but always refuse to fall down...!!
To see the brave hearted patriotic so called revoultionaries beat the hell out of their fellow freedom fighters just to say..."he did it"...(the blame game to escape the brunt of army)!!!!!!...n then the dramatic end infront of the media vans was some show........all the so called revolutionaries somehow turned into a bunch seeking popularity surrounding the 'hi-fi' n glamourous media reporters......!!
ahh... it really was a blockbuster show....but still share the grief for my cousins house n my uncles clinic....
BUT somehow ithurts to reealise the so called revolutionaries didn't even know who the hell was George Bush or where the hell on this earth is Iraq situated...but still they somehow raised their voices later on in the evening with the same united voices "George Bush..Hai Hai"....n i wonder what they fighting for.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Didn't need any tear gas this time to make some water fall from the eyes....wish I could have seen the poster just once more to bring smile on a sad face..)

How football came to srinagar???

2008-05-24T20:19:00.000+05:30

If football is most popular game in valley today, credit goes to Tyndale Biscoe. In autumn of 1891, Biscoe brought one football from Mumbai to Srinagar. At the time idea of introducing football in the valley was making rounds in Biscoe’s mind. After arriving in the valley, Biscoe with this beautiful idea went to CMS School Fateh Kadal. He talked of football with his students, but only few seconds later his dreams were broken as all the students refused to play the new game. Students asked Biscoe, “What is this?” he replied, “It is a football.” Students said asked what is done with it and Biscoe replied it is used to play a game called football, a very nice game. Till then questions were simple and most usual ones but what followed made things worse for Biscoe and his dreams seemed diminishing. Student asked from what material it has been made, Biscoe replied, leather. Student said, then we will never play this game because we cannot touch it. Biscoe who was determined to make his students play, didn’t listen to them and said in furious tone, “You have to play this game today at 3 pm.” Biscoe immediately started to make his students aware of the rules and other related facts about it. But contrary to this Biscoe heard before the closure of school that students are against this game and they have made their mind not to play. Biscoe gave his staff members’ instructions about carrying all students to playing field. He also instructed them to carry sticks in their hands, otherwise students will run away. At exact 3 pm, students tried to runway, but they saw all teachers carrying sticks. Teachers carried them like a bunch of cattle towards playing field. Field was cleaned and football was kept in centre of it and Biscoe blew the starting whistle but none of the students moved. Biscoe thought that students were not able to understand the whistle and he blew it again, but this time too students did not move. Biscoe asked students the reason and they replied that they are Brahmans and can’t touch leather, as it was considered impure. Biscoe glared at all of them and got watch out of his pocket and told students that if in five minutes they will not start the game, he will instruct teachers who were standing nearby to beat them. Five minutes passed, but none of them moved and Biscoe called upon teachers. The students started to play. There was total chaos as all the students started to kick the ball from all corners. Amid all this ball struck to mouth of a Brahmin student and there was pin drop silence as he started to cry. They were all looking furiously at Biscoe, but suddenly one word got into the mind of Biscoe that was ‘water’. Yes it was water that did the trick. Biscoe asked teachers to carry this student nearby Jehlum River for bath to clear impurity. It worked, hearing this they all started to play and football became popular game.
for more visit official website of FIFA:-
http://www.fifa.com/aboutfifa/developing/news/newsid=76711.html

can't watch Terry score

2008-05-22T10:05:00.001+05:30

up steps John Terry to win it for Chelsea...can't watch Terry score n break the red hearts.....the dream is about to break

adrenaline rush...celebratin hard

2008-05-22T10:04:00.001+05:30

Only football can do this to you....and that too only the team you can die for...and that too only if its the greatest night in Europe....glory glory united....all hail ronaldo

Greatest European Hangover..!!

2008-05-22T10:03:00.002+05:30

Still feelin sleepy...Ahhh...can't evn write properly...Really need some sleep BADLY....just 2 hours of sleep all night...n yea the greatest night....waited for this so long....We won...and won as usual with the last kick of the match...ahh still so drowsy n slow...(yawn..!!)..yea did party all night....god..!!
John Terry almost stopped ma heart when he came up to hit that penalty....but i think the ghosts of the Munich disaster made him slip to make it a perfect tribute to the 50 years of Munich disaster....adn yea as they say fortune favours the brave...Anelka couldnt score and ironically Giggs scored the winning penalty on his record appearance infront of Sir Bobby...fantastic....MAN UNITED TILL I DIE........
can't write more...need some sleep..(yawn..!!)

glory glory man united

2008-05-22T03:30:00.001+05:30

oh yeah ...glory glory man united......we are the champions.....glory glory man united
gonna party all night long....

Greatest Night...Once Again..!!!

2008-05-20T23:46:00.042+05:30

I thought i would never get a chance ever again...
But here we are...9 years later...The biggest stage in world football...The Champions League Final...
We won it famously in 1999(no need to elaborate the great drama...the fairy tale ending)...
"Oh yes, that was a D!V!N3 intervention to win the treble in the last second..!!!" and well, I still curse myself for not being a rebel n missing the live action that night...Mum thought I was too much of a kid to wake up at midnight n see the gods play!!!
n damn how unlucky I was to miss the greatest moments in world football unfold live...
ahh...n i thought that it was 1968 and then 1999...So maybe i won't eva get another chance in my life time...
BUT....A D!V!N3 intervention (as always..!!!)
All hail Sir Fergie...He got us here the same stage in just 9 years..Yes, we lost the invincibles of 1999...the Schemichael's,the Stam's,the Neville's,the Cole's,the Yorke's,the Sheringam's,the Soskjaer's,the Keane's n ofcourse the Beckham's....but we still got the legendary Giggs and Scholes with the ever so talented Rooney and Ronaldo...
Fergie deserves a noble prize for creating this dream team ONCE AGAIN..!!
n this time nothing is gonna come in my way and the way to glory..M gonna party all night...really such a big night...I missed the Nou Camp but ain't gonna miss the champions at Moscow...
Couldn't fly to Russia..NO VISA FOR A UNITED FAN.....MAYBE THEY FEAR THE DEVILS IN RED....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At least I got the so called idiot box ta jam into n witness one more infact the biggest feather in fergies cap (n i wish we still had the same old ESPN professionals instead of Ten Sports stupid commentators!!!)...
hell yeah!! Scholsey is eva so hungry to get his hands on the trophy this time out..He missed it in 1999...But this is his moment...the first name on the team sheet..N well Giggsy...quite ironically the match where he overtakes Sir Bobby Charltons record of most matches for the red devils(n Sir Bobby being the winner in 1968)...so expect some magic from him..after all hes the one who gave us the goal of the century....!!! n yea we got the wonder kids in Rooney n Ronaldos...The same desire in their eyes which the invincibles had in 1999...N this time though we might not have the great wall of Schemichael but expect some great saves from the well experienced champions league winner and runner up Van Der Sar...defence ain't gonna let the
Abrahamovic's big name glamour boys to get through..Rio is rock solid as eva...Tevez can be the super sub this time out..Seen the glimpses of Solskjaer in him......
Its gonna be man utd shifting gears at will....thanx god such a night came ONCE AGAIN in my lifetime...god the devil is praying "make this a night even greater than the one I missed"....Amen
all ya ppl out there....keep prayin if ya wearing something blue...the devils are on a rampage...THERE WILL BE BLOOD....DEVILS IN RED ARE COMING....
GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED.....

Biscoe Spirit...Beyond Will

2008-05-20T03:46:00.000+05:30

When the will breaks, body aches, legs shake, shoulders drop…
When the storms gather, the mountains roar, the water screams, daylight fades…
When the mind takes over the heart and soul…And the will to give up takes over the will to fight
That’s when a voice shouts out loud from behind “Morale Kaisa Hai???” (How are your spirits?)
That’s when you realize the meaning of a Biscoe Boy…And you have the heart to shout out loud “Up Hai…Up Hai..!!” (Our spirits are up…Our spirits are up)
The spirited voices echo around the mountains and stream through the waters…Telling the world “Khisko khisko…Aaya Biscoe...!!” (Runaway; Biscoe Boys have arrived)
Biscoe Spirit taking you beyond will…

D!V!N3 beginnings..heh

2008-05-20T01:43:00.025+05:30

Someone once famously said "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy"
Going by the theory behind this widely accepted saying, it doesn't take a genius to figure out the other way around "All play and no work makes Jack a smart boy"
You see; the world is filled with many such "PJs" but still only some get to the seriousness of the so called poor jokes...!!
I hail all those who try to see the world in a different way and yet are so dumb to get the real meaning of stuff.No am not talking about 'geeks'..! But some people who like to interpret the simplest things as D!V!N3© and MYSTIC interventions in their own stupid way.
Hah...one challenge; Dare to be YOUrself..
B3 OR!GINAL...BE YOURS3LF

The world at their feet

2008-05-20T01:43:00.024+05:30

Those were the days when the boys faced men...The days when just a bunch of 11 by their pure talent and sublime skills tamed the gods..The professionals beaten in their very own backyards and the crowds bedazzeled...Those were the days when a freekick from 30 yards would mean so much more, when a goal would send us straight to heaven...Those were the days when legends were made...Those were the days when the goals were larger than life itself...Those were the days...

MYSTIC RIVER

2008-05-20T01:43:00.018+05:30

"He sat by the river and watched his life pass by....In the mystic river"

As I sit here by the river, watching my eyes flow into the river....I realised somethings...

I was born to be somebody and I grew up to be somebody...!

The days are short and the nights long and the sun hides behind the clouds over the mystic river...

express n blush..!!!!

2008-05-20T01:39:00.001+05:30

We all have somethings to say...DONT WE???
freedom of expression as they put it...Well in my 8teen years of exsistence i failed to excercise this right and saw my peers doing even worse...Maybe they say its something you can't change in you but lemme telya its definitely not a big deal to write what you feel..So everbody out there who hasnt yet got my point; what am tryin ta say is that..START BLOGGING
Blush your throats out...!!!!!!
naah m not askin you to be a feminist..!!!
heh........confusions gallore........!
B3 YOURS3LF