The Choice of Love over Hate !

It is almost eight months since my last visit to Kashmir and I still could not get over the emotions and love which I got from the people over there.  Obviously how could I, when my chat box is still filled with all the images of apples and plums from the orchards of Kashmir. I spent some 6-7 days among those girls of Kashmir . I could feel that sense of belonging. It felt to me very easily that all they wanted was peace and their freedom like people in other part of country. Normal people would expect to treated as any other normal human being . Well, while browsing through those messages , a thought just came into my mind that a little approach can change a lot of things. It can be easily passed by and taken as a regular chat but I believe this small gesture means a lot to change few perceptions. Why do we cultivate so much of hate when there is an option of love and affection. I never thought that in this age when people hardly care about neighbors , I would get daily well wishes from those girls with whom I spent few days. Since there were lot of regional and cultural differences among us, so I was bit apprehensive about my acceptance among them. Well, those days were no less than a family treat and even after I have returned to my place, I could still feel those affection in their messages.  I am unable to acknowledge every message but still it is treated without any offence, so unlike most of us.

Accept somebody without any judgment and prejudices and it plays a positive note on mind. We learn to hate and judge very easily but do not take the stand to love someone. Nurturing negativity can obviously destroy many things. Acceptance without any judgement is the most important part and I am privileged to be the part of that circle. Although I was a guest in their house but the love and affection which is still there in those voice seem like I did some honor. This feeling is amazing.

Today we are living in the land where value of land is much more valuable the human lives. Kashmir is one of those worst affected areas. The normal human lives are torn apart between two different lands.  Such lives need acceptance and love rather than pre-conceived notions and isolation. Only land itself is not important , rather the people inhabiting those land are more valuable. Those who have to fight the battle on the field are doing so, to prevent the harmony of the country   , but we can also fight the battle against the hate by mutual acceptance.

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KEEP THE SPARK ALIVE! -An itch towards life!

Your journey will remain valuable and your struggle will remain memorable to you, no matter how far the world around you is judgmental. You know your worth and your battle to stand amidst all the diversities.

These years away from my home has taught me tremendously. We all grow through our own learnings. We make mistakes, learn from it and move ahead. There is always a lot of apprehensions associated with a new place, I was no far apart from this thought. But once we accept a place with open arms, we always get the same affection in return. There is always a positive and negative side of any phase. I am fortunate enough that I embraced some of the good human beings as friends in the new city who contributed wonderful memories to these years. Well, when you move alone to a big metropolitan, you are not the single person who is worried about you, there is a crowd around you who is equally inquisitive about your actions and reactions. Your attitude will automatically build up a story about you. These things are little frustrating for a while, doesn’t bother much once your eyes and ears are closed to the scrap. Personally, I learned a lot from this phase, and the most important among them is the belief upon myself and my dreams. Nobody understands us better than we, ourselves. I believe that internal connection shall always be preserved. Until we are fine with ourselves, anything hardly matters. The people around me whose presence matter to me always been a source of inspiration to me somewhere. One thing is my family which keeps me rooted; another one is those few people around me whose presence is bliss to me. I am not surrounded by them all the time, but a small conversation is enough to freshen me up. I guess this is how we learn to embrace a new beginning.

Life is full of so many treasures, we should enrich us with them. People inspire me, their attitude and take towards life inspire me. The itch towards learning is the biggest asset, one could have. There is no end to this journey of seeking new qualities. To keep peace and pace with life, it’s necessary that we keep the desire for learning new things alive be it anything like, learning a new sport, appreciating the beats of music & dance, getting lost in the world of books or appreciating art. There are countless number things where we could feel the pulse of life.

So, to make this journey of life memorable and worthy, it’s necessary that we value our own dreams and desires and take every single step forward without any hesitation and fear. And value those people and relationships which add peace, strength, motivation, and fun in this journey; anything else doesn’t even matter !!

Calling – An Eternal Bonding

“Calling,“ a notion that symbolizes a lot of emotions at the same time concerning many things. It represents a strong emotional bond over certain connects, maybe with a place or a person. It is an eternal feeling which holds a substantial bonding which could not be ignored. Bonding with Mountains, Rivers, any particular- place or a person can be so strong that if they call that call could not be unheard.
Mountaineers take all the risk to reach those heights. These risks are threats to life. It may wonder many for whom its nothing other than madness. But those who could not resist this calling understand the significance. Even the violent wind of those hilly terrains seems to be a reminder of Heaven. A strong urge is developed to envelope yourself in the raw beauty of nature, no matter how harsh it can turn out to be. Every pain and every risk taken to cover this journey seem a small price in exchange for the boundless beauty of nature. One who has this bonding with mountains can understand this calling.
For few, books can also be an addiction. If you develop the bonding with books, then it’s an ever-lasting bonding which will never leave you alone. They have their own magic. The magic of taking the readers to an entirely different land. A land which is created out of the thoughts of the author and sheer satisfaction of the reader. The world of books is indefinite and magical; one who enters into this land will never find him alone after that. Because that longing to pick something new and start turning on the pages will always persist.
Calling can also be of a person, with whom you are connected eternally. Be it your parent, friend, beloved, any relative or maybe some stranger. This is a strong communication which does not require any physical presence, the intense emotion of the person is enough to pull you from your zone. And above all is the calling of God who always calls you when you need him the most. This is a spiritual bonding which connects the human soul with almighty.

via Daily Prompt: Calling

Mary Wollstonecraft: The Pioneer of Revolution in Women’s Education and Womanhood

“I earnestly wish to point out in what true dignity and happiness consists, I wish to persuade women to endeavor to acquire strength, both of mind and body…and to show that elegance is inferior to virtue, that the first object of laudable ambition is to obtain a character as a human being regardless of the distinction of sex……”

Wollstonecraft belonged to an era which was tempered by seventeenth century English Philosopher John Locke’s revolutionary ideas and fervour. The spirit of radicalism was further empowered by French revolution which had as its stated ideals as liberty, equality, and fraternity. This phase of social and political turmoil pushed Wollstonecraft to come out with her political thinking and ideas regarding Women’s education and rights which were documented as “ Thoughts on the education of Daughters” followed by “ A Vindication of the Rights of Man” and “ A Vindication of the Rights of Woman” . Her works were more analytical which deals with the melancholy of social status of women, marked by debilitated education, no economic independence, and no career choice.  According to her, Women’s rights were to be seen not in the closet of their own but as a part of an ongoing movement for human upliftment and development. This should be seen in the context of the issue of human rights in general and for both men and women’s part of the revolution. She said that education is integral to the development of individual identity, to let the mind work freely irrespective of external impressions and associations. And this is essential in case of women when they had always been subjugated and hence more bound in an irrational way to first impressions. Their mind had always been tutored to please others, far from seeing the world in clear light of reasoning and understanding. She wrote: “Taught from their infancy that beauty is woman’s scepter, the mind shapes itself to the body, and, roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison”. Instead of being the slaves of domination and enforced opinions, women should develop their own thought process. They should have subsequent access to a career and business. Defective education of women is the cause of social and personal ills. She believed that educated and well-versed women are essential to our society since they nurture the future generation of the country. They can be seen as companions to their husbands rather than attractive docile figures meant for pleasure. To further nourish the concept of equality of education, she argued that schooling should be co-educational where education and knowledge should be imparted to children irrespective of their gender and demand of work in future. This approach will help to cultivate the general human thinking towards broader perspectives of life, be it granting the equal status to women in society. She also laid emphasis on educating children to reason rather than accepting the facts as presented. In fact, the groundwork for her revolution for women’s rights was prepared on the basis of reasoning and observation of ordinary life.

Through her works, Wollstonecraft became the pioneer of feminism.  She challenged the existing social norms and refused to accept it. Instead, she became the political voice for women’s right whose legacy crossed the borders of England and travelled across the globe that is live 200 years after her premature death.

“DIARY MOMENTS”

 “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you “

I unfolded the pages of this diary after almost an year and actually realized that we all need a trusted companion to reveal our untold stories.  Turning the pages of an old diary seems like a healing therapy. Good memories rewind the aura of high spirits, while the one which are not so good remind of the days when we had the courage and strength to overcome those situations. And the best part is that nothing could be more loyal than these pages of the diary that never reveal the untold truths unless someone intrudes into them. It protects our dreams, aspirations and stories which are untold.

So lets keep a trusted partner with us , which holds all the secrets in return for nothing.

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” Some long lasting impressions “

I was dying to write this, even before I finished this book. Usually, it doesn’t happen with me. I take my own comfortable time to articulate anything that I write, but this time it was different. I felt that if I fail to pen my feelings down at this very moment, I won’t be able to write about it in the same manner ever- this feeling won’t sustain.                       The full story can be read here

Companion or Stranger

When you are alone in a completely new land, what do you urge for most? A perfect view or a companion ! I guess , a companion… Let it be a stranger , doesn’t matter but it should be a person who can understand your demands and needs in a strange land or country. I accidentally met someone in a new country , who was totally stranger to me and just opposite of my character but I must say the beauty of the new land must not have been that memorable if the strange partner cum friend would not been there. New places and experiences become memories with the people , less with the digital photographs captured. My experience would not have been valuable if I would have failed to find the friend in him. Perhaps that’s why we say “value people and relationships”.
I am very passive person, take my own comfortable time to befriend with someone. If the stranger cum friend would not have been there who would have taken the first step to remove the boredom of new land , I believe I would have spend days roaming alone. But later on the excitement was more of our stupid conversations . Unnecessary long walks and useless chit chat add to the energy.
Life is a long journey if we fail to find the companion , doesn’t matter the companionship is of the person itself to him or her . The only thing that is important is the correct bonding .

via Daily Prompt: Passenger

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THE ENDANGERED PROMISES

They were like regular kids. Noor was in the early phase of her teenage and Jaan was still some years away from this phase. So quite natural, it was not possible that their big beautiful house could have been saved from the screams and fights of the young brigade. Nazia and Ahmad spent their day in their colleges juggling the college kids and once they return home there always was the task of convincing either Noor or Ahmad to forget the latest fight or the one which just ended. After every hour or two there was the possibility of next one. Poor Noor sometimes tried to spare her little brother and ignore him, but Jaan never left any stone unturned to instigate her sister and get beaten, obviously.

Ahmad never shouted at his kids; Nazia had to be strict with kids sometimes.

“One day, I will leave this world, then at least you would learn to live together and behave “

Kids hated this emotional torture. The moment Nazia would prepare to say “One day…..” and kids would crawl to their respective rooms.

Ahmad was perfect father for his kids, but only thing he would regret all his life that he would not be able to play football with his Jaan, whose eyes were always hoping for a champion’s shot from his father.

Ahmad met with an accident, the year Jaan was born.  Accident made one of his legs lifeless. But he never stepped back from his commitments which he made to his wife and his children. In fact he always put extra efforts to keep his beautiful family happy and fulfilled.

Everything in the family was usual and moving smoothly except few disturbances from the kids. But the world outside their house was changing terribly. Some geographical divisions which were created by the late leaders of the nation, those divisions proved to be more worthy than lives of human beings living on the same land. A war had started over the right authority of the land, didn’t matter whether anybody would remain alive to enjoy the prosperity of the land or not!

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Tall and handsome Ahmad was the guardian of a very beautiful family, but changing atmosphere would make him tense sometimes. “Shall I be able to protect my family when they will enter our land ….” These visions were getting horrible day by day; the more he listened to the causalities in the nearby village, the more he entered the darker part of his vision.

People who could arrange money were leaving the place and those who could not, either resolved to protect themselves or die.

Ahmad and Nazia also arranged the money to escape the state and move to some safer zone. Children were asked to stay at home and lock their doors until Ahmad and Nazia didn’t return from college. They went to collect some official papers which could help them to fetch new jobs in new place.

Keeping the doors closed kids kept waiting for their parents, but that familiar knock on the door was never heard again.

In a matter of seconds, those innocent kids of Ahmad and Nazia turned orphans. Their parents were said to be died in bombing attack near College. Few items which were recovered from the spot were identified with Noor and in absence of any immediate relatives who could take the charge of kids, those kids became the part of thousands of kids living in the refugee camps along the coastal line. Time flew with its speed………………It is said “Time heals everything”. But some wounds do irreparable damages and even leave deep scars to remind the horrible phase.

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Now Noor is used to shifting her so-called home regularly, from the last one and half years. But  Jaan has no liking towards this sudden shifting. His mind always travels to those memories from his Haveli where he was the most pampered child of his large family. But now in this large terrain, he has nothing to cherish, neither his Haveli nor that large family. Only thing he could retain after that fateful afternoon is, Noor. And he doesn’t want to let her go out of his sight. So, the 10-year-old Jaan has matured very soon. He has buried all those dreams and tantrums of a 10-year-old kid somewhere in the same Haveli where the remains of his family are buried. Somewhere in his head he has grown to an elder brother who has pledged to protect his sister at any cost.

The 15-year-old Noor and her 10-year-old brother troll around with other kids. Water is a big issue in this area because every time they have to wash their hands they have to go to the nearest hand pump. Devoid of children’s fundamental demands in their childhood, these kids only know to search for their food for at least two times a day and to keep themselves safe. In the barren land, hopes of Noor are still alive that she deserves a much better life and capable of providing the same to her brother. She is learning photography through a volunteer driven organization and she is extremely good at it. Photographs clicked by Noor have also been published at an online website through the guidelines and support provided by the volunteers. Against all the odds, she is hopeful for their future.

And one day against the promise which the brother and sister made to each other, Noor can’t protect herself and fell into the hands of some monsters. She cried like anything, she knows that her kiddo brother would fail to save her but other than Jaan she could not recall anything else in her consciousness.

Jaan has been looking for her sister for an hour. Tears have rolled out of his eyes. Cursing and praying to Lord, suddenly he heard her voice. Jaan is a kid but grown up and responsible kid. He has understood that his little body isn’t enough to protect her sister, so immediately he called upon his neighbors to their mercy. Noor has been rescued but with some injuries. Brother and sister thanked their saviors and silently moved from there.

Black clouds have covered the sky and children are dancing with joy that they will dance in the expected rainfall. It is a big change from their usual boredom.

Along the lake Noor and Jaan are sitting with dried tears upon their cheeks. Perhaps both are travelling in their own world of imaginations. Imaginations which have crossed all the boundaries of God’s restrictions and reaches to Ahmad and Nazia. Ever since Nazia and Ahmad have left the world, travelling in the world of imaginations where the presence of their father and mother is unrestricted, is their favorite escape route to pamper their little hearts and gain the courage to live again.

Jaan comes out of his dreams when droplets of rain fell through his eyes, upon his checks. But Noor was still lost.

 

After a long hour of silence, Jaan spoke.

 

Didi, why this has happened? What had we done? What Maa and Baba had done? “

I don’t know…why?

You have all the answers in this world. Tell me!!!

What shall I tell you?  Please go away.

Didi, please tell me something that soothes my heart. I can’t survive with this pain.

 (Noor can’t withstand with this sentence.)

“You know Jaan, when you were a little kid, you never paid any attention to me. Never!           You used to fight with me like a warrior. Infact, we both were least tolerant of each other. Sometimes Maa turned so furious while handling idiots like us. Probably, this is the reason we are left alone to learn to love each other and take care of each other. Maa and Baba needed rest so they have been taken away by god and granted all the happiness and blessings. Anyway, what do you feel?  Its better that they have been taken away by lord, if they could have survived they would die every breathe, watching us in this condition. “

“Hmm…Didi you are right, it’s better that they are not here to watch us running for food. And Baba could not have even run for food, and what would have happened to Maa! They didn’t deserve this forever suffering. This is written for us, but I only pray to God that you remain with me, forever. Now I have learnt to love you and respect you.”

“Please do not separate us, I am not a bad boy”. Jaan is sobbing in front of Noor with his folded hands and closed eyes. She takes her brother in her arms and promises to remain by his side, forever.

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I don’t know how longer such brother and sister who promised to be with each other survive in the barren land. But nobody deserves this day when a sister has to justify the death of their parents to her younger brother to protect him and keep his trust alive in God.

This piece of writing just came out of my own imagination, recollecting the reflections of events around the world. I always pray and hope that reflections should never appear again because it is very painful to document. I always wish that this should never be the truth of anyone’s life, but I don’t know how many brothers and sisters are experiencing this horrible phase all over the globe. Because we are living in a world where the value of human breath is much cheaper in comparison to land which is meant to be lived upon.

via Daily Prompt: Commit

The Desire to Climb!

I just finished with the book ” Into the thin air”. I was willing to read some good stuff on mountaineering and mountains for a long time. While selecting this book, I did not pay much attention to the reviews and ratings, somehow the title of the book hit the chords.

Certainly, high altitude climbing is much more about the struggle of human survival against the diminishing oxygen. Every materialistic desire at the pinnacle seems futile. I wonder about this amazing feeling which is attained after bearing all the physical and mental breakage and sometimes even risking lives. It is appalling to read that towards the summit of Mt. Everest, climbers find the scattered human bodies, which will continue to mark their presence till the death of the universe. Perhaps there is no second chance to rectify the mistakes at a height of more than 28000 ft. It feels terrifying to continue with a journey that might ends up with some known fate. One starts a journey with twelve , and ends up with four ; but still the zest for conquering the summit is alive and the ascent continues. I guess this fearless attitude is only vital to mark the beginning of the ascent. But being fearless is not the only tool; there are some of the most brutal prices which one must pay to claim the presence on the highest point of Earth. Sometimes mountaineers make the toughest decision of leaving the living bodies alone on those heights, the bodies which are trapped under snow and just marking the presence of few signs of life. At such situations, it become necessary to negotiate the quantity of human lives which could be saved at the risk of just one. It seems cruel to leave someone to get killed just because at the cost of one, many other lives could be saved! But it is heart wrenching to imagine someone in that brutal and helpless situation. I guess these are all the prices which need to be paid to conquer the zenith because nothing comes without price.  Watching our own body parts getting paralyzed and unresponsive are something which cannot be explained in writings but these are the emotional struggles for which these warriors are also well prepared.

“I conquered Everest not through my feet but through my brain” – I heard this from one of the best mountaineers in the history and it is so true. It is not only the struggle against physical potential but more about the struggle against mental strength.  While reading this book, I cannot figure out the thin line between obsession and passion, for the mountains. I guess that such line doesn’t exist at those heights. It just vanishes .

It is so inspiring to know about the mountaineers who claim the highest summits on the Earth. I believe it teaches everything, right from the leadership and team building skills to never – say – die attitude.

So let’s conquer those peaks and master our own fear.