Tuesday, August 20, 2019

The thoughts

The thoughts that seize moments of life,
Move still in the flowing rhythm of life.
When the applause gathers many call,
Shudders the soul in the shell of a wall.
Calls No, it ain't the way it is seen to all,
There is an unsaid story hiding from all.
Some memories of darkness fills in pain,
Some days of silent sobs  rise  again .
It pricks too hard to think of the words,
That once pierced so sharp like swords.
There was silence then and today,
The heart felt the pain and found a way.
When eyes close to form a series of gaze,
Rises the head in hope of another day.
The only anchor has been the rhymes ,
To listen to the narrations of a sad time.
-SSW

Hind~~The Beat Says

India is a pride for Indians.But i often say 'Hindustan is my Heart and Hind is my heartbeat'. The resonance of Hind calls for a wide grin and deep feel because there is something very special about it apart from being my Motherland.
My Imam Hussain a.s had his wish before the event of karbala 1400 years ago to visit this precious land.This is narrated in various authentic references citing the events of karbala.There is also a community better known as THE HUSSAINI Brahmins that has an intertwined link with Hinduism and Islam.However my topic is not in length to write about this community so if any of you want more details kindly contact me i will provide best of references possible.
My Nation's land is filled with diverse cultures and traditions that is known to live in harmony.However today it brings shivers down the spine knowing the dirty politics that is happening all around.Nether government nor opposition is of substance for the peace of the country.Each leader is busy pulling the other,the culture of fake promises has gained better strength due to the influence of social media.Big figures and framed statistics is put to display to amaze the blinded people who will believe in a forward post and meme than putting any effort to verify it.

The other day i was sitting in a corner and reading a book when two of my colleagues were in a discussion of the recent events of political turmoil and Kashmir.Off lately i have stopped participating actively in any such conversations where i know nothing will come out but an argument and fight.So i was quiet until personally addressed ,i smiled and said " Democracy is almost dead" And the other one laughed "Its dead" I corrected stating 'Almost' because there are a few anti nationals of the country who voice out their opinion and take a stand.And then the topic shifted to North Korea and dictatorship when another of my colleague said 'Now its almost like a dictatorship only although a good one'. I stared smiling and said 'If you appreciate so much of goodness be open to criticize as well' .With this i wanted to say so many other things but i just kept quiet.With my past experiences i know what would fetch me at the end.Moreover i was in no mood to blow off my temper and sound state of mind early morning behind such a talk.
It was a peaceful end to the talk as our patients had arrived and we got busy with work.
I don't blame any of them for their remarks but the environment and the influence that has got so high.It is so difficult to express your opinion without getting in to a heated talk.
Lynching,communal disharmony ,politicians stating cheap remarks for minorities ,fake promises ,showoff ,media coverage and all the hype is setting seeds of New India .
Today i was reading stories of past communal riot victims.Reading their narration tears were flowing by my eyes.The hardest prick was when somebody had written that "the people with whom we lived for 40 years disappeared with fear and locked their houses when our families were killed and burnt alive".Any killing of humans is such a shame.These barbaric events are a result of hatred!It is a stain on humaniity ,be it Sikhs massacre, Kashmiri pandits ,'92 Mumbai riots or 2002 Godra riots or muzzafarnagar riot, the list is endless.
 For a second i was moved wondering if tomorrow riots occur in my area none of my family would survive because we don't live in our community dominant area.Such horrifying thoughts are creating the castle of Vikas and New India.
At times i wonder why did my third imam make a wish for Hind.
Will something get better or worsen up further.This land is of people ,by people and from people.Let's maintain its sanctity and not lick the ass of those in power.Let's be rational in our approach.
I do appreciate the wise steps of the government with being a strong critic of it too .Neither opposition nor the present one is to be favored.All of them belong to same flock. What matters is being wise which unfortunately people have lost sense of .
This Independence day lets pledge to be responsible citizens to maintain the harmony and not get carried away by opportunist leaders.Lets strive to be better humans and create a place of love and unity.

India is my pride and a beautiful nation.Hindustan will always be my heart and Hind my beat!

Jai Hind.

-SSW

Tuesday, August 06, 2019

What do you want?

Some words and some talks that really make you think deep and drown you in to an endless ocean.The depth of its reach is so much that its beyond present  moment.
Being a Mumbaikar and a regular commuter by local trains getting stuck is a very casual experience.Although this gets frustrating at times like today morning.My 40-45 minutes of journey which involves changing of train and walk from station to reach my workplace took nearly two hours due to delay in train because of rains.My current work place has the most understanding and strong head i could ever ask for.Tired and weary i reached my work she smiled and gently nodded.At the time of leaving she asked me a few questions that kept playing in my head for really long.
Saima Do you like being stuck in train?Get affected by flood?Do you like when water nears your house?What is in Mumbai?I have my plans ,What about you ? I was blank....Why don't you go abroad?Have you tried?I was reluctant and said ,No ,i don't know!
She continued 'I see myself in you few years back,there should be somebody to show you the way'

It hit like a gentle rock because for the first time ever somebody had shown and expressed such care or rather professional concern for me.Her questions were sharp and filled with love ,in between this she said a lot more things but for a moment it evoked all my dreams that i casually did not pursue or make an attempt for.On my way home while sitting in train i closed my eyes and saw myself in those universities i had written to.I saw my Phd degree and my lab.I saw myself conversing with those professional stalwarts whom i have read.
In no time i got a thrust and my station had arrived .I got down smiling running to catch the train from other platform.
I took a deep breath "Verily Allah is best of Planners' .I came home hugged my mother and said Alhamdolillah. As long as i have my two roofs by my side all the dhakka and struggle is worth. Inshallah some day i will live those moments of lost dreams too.Everything has its own time ,i just cannot pack up and leave.
Today was the best day ,because my senior asked questions that i cannot stop thinking over.They are just resonating and i don't have answer to any of it.Probably because i am not rigid in thoughts so 'Jo hoga dekha jayga'
As i am preparing to call of the day,there is a hammer strike 'What do you want in life'? Well,i seriously can't say!I rest it with my all time favourite word 'Lets see'

-SSW

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