17th December, 2014.
I believe, or so I have this preconceived notion, that I can’t paint, I can’t sing, I am nothing of any artist. Surrealistic tendencies are an enigma to me, I don’t understand being comfortably subtle, but I can write. So, I shall. I don’t care if someone likes it or not, if you don’t, its fine. If you do, that works for me the same!
I initially had the intention to write something about “subtle happiness” but I guess, it can wait. I need to speak of something else, and I would feel obliged if my readers (the few of them who exists) would spare sometime over this. I know you are probably busy, reading something else, spending your evening either all alone, introspecting or with family and may or may not care about this blabber, but still, feel free to share this.
There is no happiness around, not today. The unfortunate incident that occurred in Peshawar, Pakistan, which I am sure nobody is unaware of, is something that kills all the joys and happiness, even if it is momentary. If there is death of 132 innocent children, massacred with blind rage, shredded with bullets, I doubt that there would be any happiness. I don’t know if I have any reader from Pakistan, if I have, I would like to say something. We, your wretched neighbors, with whom you are in a constant conflict since 1947, too are bleeding through our hearts. I know, I know that the present issues we are conflicting upon are not going to solve with a whiff, but set them aside for a moment, this incident alone surpasses everything else. I, we, stand with you in this.
As for I myself am concerned, I need to say more. I surely cannot feel the agony you (the people of Pakistan) are feeling. To be true, a fourteen inch screen is inept in every way to make us emote about anything, apart from lust. I see the bloodstained floors, the destroyed walls, the ceilings ripped apart from those bullets, which flew unnecessarily and blindly on those poor souls. I cannot fathom the sheer pain that befell on them, when a mother knew that his son is not coming back, when a father lost his sanity when he saw his daughter’s bullet ridden body, the brother and sister who lost their sibling, or the friend, who now knows that there will be none who would stand in front of him with a bat, or come running with a ball. I am sorry; I cannot feel the pain you are going through. And I know that saying “everything will be alright” is meaningless, and hence, all I feel is helplessness. There was this woman, anchor actually, from the news channel ARY news, I can feel her helplessness. She cried while her show and I felt that same pain. We can’t do anything! Apart from holding a candle light vigil around India gate and that is our limit. We can condemn it on social media, hashtagging things, but we are helpless. I hear the mother cry, the father’s scream that sends cold chill down the spine, but all I can do is type this blog, an attempt to make something worthwhile. I feel we are helpless. The big daddy USA, us India, even Pakistan herself is helpless. Yes, maybe with an effort, we will be able to eradicate those terrorists, but right now, we are helpless and nothing can change that. I can’t hold your hands and say calm down, because there is no point, all I can say is, even by the lowest margin, I, we, feel the pain, and I guess my whole country is feeling the same.
I know, there are certain fanatics, who’ll say that the religion itself, Islam is violent. Bullshit! By the smallest iota of common sense, I know that no religion cannot be at fault, it is us, humans whose twisted definitions and interpretations changes our perception. Well, if Islam can give birth to poets like Rumi, Hafeez, Khusrau, saints like Nizamuddin Auliya, then sirs, the fanatics I mean, you yourself are at fault! I fail to believe that, whose language is so beautiful, it can’t be anti-human by any means.
And I must say, people like Gandhi, mother Teresa, and now Malala Yousufzai, they are eternally stupid you know (those who understood, good)! You’re working against an evil so big, that your courage and rebellious nature is outweighed ridiculously! I mean, you got shot in the head Malala! Get the message already! Step down and save yourself from the horror that awaits you. There is no place for a square peg in the world of round holes you phenomenal idiot! Don’t be a complex issue to people like me, us, who are cowards, and are lacking the tremendous courage you hold! We are left to our devices, so when someone like you appears, with a blinding light, we are confounded, thus this statements are made.
I won’t say or rather compare those terror outfits, those spineless bastards with any animal. Animals have this much sense of sense and morality, they pick up fights of their stature. You guys lack the balls! If you’re so pumped up, I dare you to get a face-off with the army not with kids and harmless people! If you want a fight so badly, grow some balls, come forward, and show your face to the army! But no, you can’t! You say you fight for the god’s kingdom? That you’ll get heaven? You don’t even deserve hell. As I kid, I read a story, ‘the selfish giant’ and it was clear that god resides in children. They are void of schemes and sins. You, by shooting at 132 school kids, killed gods! And as far as my knowledge on religious scripture goes, Quran never spoke of massacring innocent children. But I guess I am writing this in vain, there is no point.
I don’t know. I can’t seriously say that I feel your pain and mock you, the people who lost something irreplaceable, but I can assure you that my country, regardless of our conflicting issues, are with you, standing by your side. I know whatever we do is not enough, but people like me, or my unfortunate readers, this is somewhat our efforts to stand by you. If there is any Pakistani person reading this, sir, ma’am, brother, sister, friend, we are here for you.
Regards.
#indiaforpakistan
I believe, or so I have this preconceived notion, that I can’t paint, I can’t sing, I am nothing of any artist. Surrealistic tendencies are an enigma to me, I don’t understand being comfortably subtle, but I can write. So, I shall. I don’t care if someone likes it or not, if you don’t, its fine. If you do, that works for me the same!
I initially had the intention to write something about “subtle happiness” but I guess, it can wait. I need to speak of something else, and I would feel obliged if my readers (the few of them who exists) would spare sometime over this. I know you are probably busy, reading something else, spending your evening either all alone, introspecting or with family and may or may not care about this blabber, but still, feel free to share this.
There is no happiness around, not today. The unfortunate incident that occurred in Peshawar, Pakistan, which I am sure nobody is unaware of, is something that kills all the joys and happiness, even if it is momentary. If there is death of 132 innocent children, massacred with blind rage, shredded with bullets, I doubt that there would be any happiness. I don’t know if I have any reader from Pakistan, if I have, I would like to say something. We, your wretched neighbors, with whom you are in a constant conflict since 1947, too are bleeding through our hearts. I know, I know that the present issues we are conflicting upon are not going to solve with a whiff, but set them aside for a moment, this incident alone surpasses everything else. I, we, stand with you in this.
As for I myself am concerned, I need to say more. I surely cannot feel the agony you (the people of Pakistan) are feeling. To be true, a fourteen inch screen is inept in every way to make us emote about anything, apart from lust. I see the bloodstained floors, the destroyed walls, the ceilings ripped apart from those bullets, which flew unnecessarily and blindly on those poor souls. I cannot fathom the sheer pain that befell on them, when a mother knew that his son is not coming back, when a father lost his sanity when he saw his daughter’s bullet ridden body, the brother and sister who lost their sibling, or the friend, who now knows that there will be none who would stand in front of him with a bat, or come running with a ball. I am sorry; I cannot feel the pain you are going through. And I know that saying “everything will be alright” is meaningless, and hence, all I feel is helplessness. There was this woman, anchor actually, from the news channel ARY news, I can feel her helplessness. She cried while her show and I felt that same pain. We can’t do anything! Apart from holding a candle light vigil around India gate and that is our limit. We can condemn it on social media, hashtagging things, but we are helpless. I hear the mother cry, the father’s scream that sends cold chill down the spine, but all I can do is type this blog, an attempt to make something worthwhile. I feel we are helpless. The big daddy USA, us India, even Pakistan herself is helpless. Yes, maybe with an effort, we will be able to eradicate those terrorists, but right now, we are helpless and nothing can change that. I can’t hold your hands and say calm down, because there is no point, all I can say is, even by the lowest margin, I, we, feel the pain, and I guess my whole country is feeling the same.
I know, there are certain fanatics, who’ll say that the religion itself, Islam is violent. Bullshit! By the smallest iota of common sense, I know that no religion cannot be at fault, it is us, humans whose twisted definitions and interpretations changes our perception. Well, if Islam can give birth to poets like Rumi, Hafeez, Khusrau, saints like Nizamuddin Auliya, then sirs, the fanatics I mean, you yourself are at fault! I fail to believe that, whose language is so beautiful, it can’t be anti-human by any means.
And I must say, people like Gandhi, mother Teresa, and now Malala Yousufzai, they are eternally stupid you know (those who understood, good)! You’re working against an evil so big, that your courage and rebellious nature is outweighed ridiculously! I mean, you got shot in the head Malala! Get the message already! Step down and save yourself from the horror that awaits you. There is no place for a square peg in the world of round holes you phenomenal idiot! Don’t be a complex issue to people like me, us, who are cowards, and are lacking the tremendous courage you hold! We are left to our devices, so when someone like you appears, with a blinding light, we are confounded, thus this statements are made.
I won’t say or rather compare those terror outfits, those spineless bastards with any animal. Animals have this much sense of sense and morality, they pick up fights of their stature. You guys lack the balls! If you’re so pumped up, I dare you to get a face-off with the army not with kids and harmless people! If you want a fight so badly, grow some balls, come forward, and show your face to the army! But no, you can’t! You say you fight for the god’s kingdom? That you’ll get heaven? You don’t even deserve hell. As I kid, I read a story, ‘the selfish giant’ and it was clear that god resides in children. They are void of schemes and sins. You, by shooting at 132 school kids, killed gods! And as far as my knowledge on religious scripture goes, Quran never spoke of massacring innocent children. But I guess I am writing this in vain, there is no point.
I don’t know. I can’t seriously say that I feel your pain and mock you, the people who lost something irreplaceable, but I can assure you that my country, regardless of our conflicting issues, are with you, standing by your side. I know whatever we do is not enough, but people like me, or my unfortunate readers, this is somewhat our efforts to stand by you. If there is any Pakistani person reading this, sir, ma’am, brother, sister, friend, we are here for you.
Regards.
#indiaforpakistan
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