the recent bomb epsidoe in Jaipur famous for its Forts and palaces was really a sad event, and when i read in the newspaper that some Bangladeshi muslims did this gruesome and pathetic job , i was really ashamed of being a muslim.
As i live in New Delhi , here there were no sign of anger, or frustation among Delhities. No body really discussed it. I think now India has developed a tolerance for these type of tragedies.
Delhi is getting hotter and hotter, i really hate to go out, but one thing i llike about this season that is sweet, delicious , yellow , Juicy mangoes. yes they are in the market.
i can hear every mornng fruit hawker carrying mangoes in our street.
i am re-reading Thousand splendid suns by Khaled Hussiani" it is really a book which one should read if one wants to know about the havoc of war in Afghanistan, and the closed society of Muslim world. i was really moved by the line when mother does nt want her girl to go to school. as her mother fears many things that she will be pinpointed that she is illegitimate child and secondly she will not benift any thing from the education as real education is the learing how to do household chores.
yes even in this modern age you will find these types of fears, and hopelessnes in many parts of the world, i wont say that it happens only in the muslim socities of Afghanistan but i have witnessed these type of storis in kashmir also, in other parts of India also.

Few days’ back; I went to place of one Afghan refugee man. He had a small room, and a good terrace; the terrace was filled with winter sun. He opened the iron door of the room, on which the earlier tenants had written graffiti in black marker.
Just opposite the room was a poster of Afghan tourism and a air port was been shown on the brown mountain. Just looking at the poster one tries to search the Burqa clad women and dilapidated housed in the poster.
His room was filled with his longing for the home country, the photos of the wall of two young men, probably his brothers.
He talked eloquently; He was not tall but well built, and expressive green eyes.
He talked of his fiancée that was in Australia; he too would join them soon. He was waiting for the Visa.
He spoke in broken Hindi, but it was sweet with accent of his native language.
Meeting him was a treat; he was a gypsy carrying himself with the city he was living.
He praised the raisins and showed hatred towards the people who drank wine. The fear of Taliban is so much in the minds of Afghan men that still they cant accept the western or liberal life o f style though they may live thousands of miles away from the turban and beard men.

Benazir Bhutto was assianted few days back, the indian media showed her story again and again. In my home my parents were really feeling sad about her killing. shia community had a soft corner for Bhutto family, they believe that Butto's are shia, i dont know really are they or not?
the regular column writers in Indian dailies were not clear whether her death is a decline of democracy or not. some beleive that Benazir was very good at camoflouging her colors.
whatever, i personally wont mourn her death as i think she wanted 'power'and her greed for power was evident when she found gulity of corruption charges some years back.
the people who say that she would have made democracy alive agian in Pakistan, i ask them , can Narendra Modi be a torch bearer of democracy.i think we need to find the rational meaning of democracy in the world of power politics.

       My Valley

Among silence of Zabarwan mountains

suffering was kept like treasure

graves fallen in love with young men

chinar leaves smell of blood in autumn

sun here may faint anytime

black Burqa clad women

protesting for nothing , for nothing dear , for nothing

all dissent voices been nailed to death

in the pink blossom of spring

in long summers

and in the dark winters

The time is running out
Grey colored pigions don’t visit me
I am still unpainted
Like the little girl
My reflection was not mine
The guy at the ATM works and study
The farmer in the hospital was sowing seeds
I was unwanted today by women
I didn’t see any planes today from my small window
The poor childen were runnig bare feet
Collecting the sweets on the festival
the water will be freezing on the mountains
Her eyes will have no more wet this winter
.

Missing Home
(this poem is dedicated to all the pandit migrants of kashmir whose homes were burnt down in the 90's in kashmir.now somebody else surrepttiously lives in their houses)

my home missing
from the map of valley
of snow capped peaks

my favorite cozy corner
my small prayer room
and cold shadowy attic
all vanished
under curtian of azure smoke

only memory was parceled to me
as it was fire-proof

my home looking blue
blue as ill peoples hopes

Bare earth of my dank garden
in desolation
not a single poplar leaf
sleeping cozily in her warmth]

i wish for pleasant
april sunshine
and quite rain
falling over my courtyard
of missing home

lined door of oak
awake, waiting
for my sun burnt hands
to have last handshake
and say last adieu

recenty read the interview of NAtional conference leader Omar abdullah in one of national newspaper of India that he stsys in KAshmir for only 15 days in a year. Rest of the year he stays in NEw Delhi .I thinks that is too much from so called leaders of kashmir. come next elections , he will speak tedious speeches about suffering of kashmir and ongoing turmiol in kashmir. i hope he should speak of Delhi malls, movies and page 3 parties .these are things he is involed in delhi and has no right to speak for kashmir in the next elections.
long live the kashmiri movement of freedom and let us try to show the real monarchy happening in kashmir under the veil of Democracy .

she is barely 16, dusky, mediukm height, , long hair, she turns her head when she will see me. i have fallen in love with her, but not really, i am trying to fall in love with her, when i miss her i try to escape from time, i do internet surfing,. life is stange when i felt that no girl is intersted in me suddely god send this teenage girl who likes me very much and want me fondle her body.

i came back from kashmir from long vacations. kashmir is still not peaceful.from last cople of weeks people of kashmir were very disturbed by the indian goverment's decision of hanging to death Afzal Garoo. He has been sent to gallows by indian govt as they suspect him terrorist..................
there had been protests by the people of kashmir .people are very angry over the decision of the govt. of india.people say that the if Afzal Garoo is hanged , it will make the movement of kashmiri people stonger and the resistance of the people will also get alleviated.
i hope that this time indain govt will act like a terrorist and will make a insight about the violation of human rights in kashmir.