Wednesday, June 09, 2004

The Wait

She was crying in pain ,But couldnt speak .ONly way she could gather attention was by screaming at the top her voice.

She was never like that before,At her one command children of her village would run for their life.But today in the dark room,on Moonless day she was desperate for help.Her husband in his eighties was snoring in the basement.

Their house was so big that it was not at all disturbing her husband and that was what her husband was trying for alwayz.

The villagers were calling her witch and were believing that she got the curse back on her for killing her brother in law.

Some even were of the notion that the whole property belonged to her Brother in law.

Her adopted son had settled far in the posh localities of New Delhi and had no intention to come back.

Kids were happy and making merry in her courtyard without her fear.

Only the man who would visit her was the postman,carrying some one else letter and reading for her as if her son had written a letter for her.

Society had long forgotten them..

Then came the turbulance which swept the whole village .Guess what next??




Wednesday, June 02, 2004

The Barber ...

On the busy interior streets of Srinagar.. along the banks of Jhelum for 50 years this man "Sone Navidh"{Golden Barber} had shaved , tonsured and cut the hair of almost all big dignitaries as well as common man.

Sitting on the Warm Skinned kusock he was an integral part of the Hindu community of that area.Although,being a muslim but he was so much inter woven that at times he had the capability to perform any religious ceremony for the brahmins.  He was sometimes a noted hate figure of jealous Mullahs.

Even people at the civil secretariat would talk of his great proffesional and communication skill.He was not just respected by elders but loved by kids.

He would shave the heads of pandits when some had to proclaimed as pandit after the birth (ZARA KASSAY) or when some one would die and his elder son needed to tonsure his head.


Come 1990 amd pandits were leaving the locality and mullahs were proclaiming them to be infidels.Now he was a most deserted man.

He was upset as all his frens with whom he grew up and with whom he had more bonding than with his family were no more around him.

Streets wore a deserted look,No kriya karms or grand scale Funerals were happening , where his presence was alomost like that of the God.

On the 10th day of Kriya (after someones death) he was a dignitary,to perform the special custom along with brahmins.The special Hair cut (Tonsure).

As the pandits were shot down like sparrows,None would approach him for the 10th day function.But what was the reason?  Was his Name now a terror or a suspicion in the heart of minority Pandits ? Where was his son from last 6 months ?

Soon the circumsatnces changed and one day he had to shave off his head. Did he survive the change?
Why was he murdered and burried without the Fateh (last rites in muslims) in his own home ?

The man who attended the funeral of thousands in his life left Kashmir with out the funeral.??
Will mother earth forgive us for that.?

What happened and how? Keep on visiting this blog? the story is still not unfolded?

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

OPrince Charming

He was young and charasmatic,So people called him prince charming...He was fascianted with the story of Ugly Duckling.

May be it was his own story.As he was growing up in the fields and pastures of Kashmir,He was a self proclaimed king of these meadows.

His only temptations was the "Sootu"(partially grounded and half burnt floor) with a salty tea (Nuuon Chai).

But some one was fast approaching his approaching his meadows.This gujjar boys pastures were soon going to experience a new shepherds and sheep.But who were they.Did he survive the on assualt of new shepherd armed with rocket propelled grenades.

Was he still prince charming or now yearning for past to come back...

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