Mortgaging Conscience

I was, no my home was mortgaged to the moneylender. I had to wait for 20 years to release it from the lender after repaying money with interest. I feel my home, no myself is now free and the home where we breath together now fully belongs to us. We are happy that we shall no more live in fear. I can claim now there is my home situated on the earth and on a land called India, my country.

Yet I'm indebted to my country, the mother India has gifted my life and living. I will never be able to repay the debt. But am I really grateful to my mother? My mother is mortgaged to International Monetary Fund, World Bank and their mentors in Wall Street and their stooges in Mumbai and Delhi. Am I at all concerned and active in releasing my mother from the foreign moneylenders? Every Indian lives in his or her homeland with a foreign debt of  Rs.10,000/-, if not more. The internal and foreign debt is getting manifold increase in billions or trillions of dollars every year, the money perhaps will not be repaid in the near future. The debt burden has reached to an alarming proportion that has paved the way for lords and ladies of imperialism to cause frequent visits to our land to guide our managers to act in accordance with the desires of their masters. The Indian God smiles!

My personal home may now be free from mortgage but the conscience of my country is mortgaged. Only God can make all of us free.

      

The July

"Every negative event contains within it the seed of an equal and greater benefit"
                                                                                             - Nepolion Hill

"The whole of life is but a moment of time. It is our duty, therefore to use it,
 not to misuse it"                                                                     - Plutarch

"Love cures people- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it"
                                                                                             - Dr Karl Menninger

Mrs. Hafiz

Mrs Rina Hafiz turns 73 years. She's crafted an unique image in her first ever book of short stories. Even I was tempted to write on her piece Donkey, Dog and Honeybee in this blog titled The Booked Darling. She in her own depiction told us stories of life beginning with a widow to a new born baby. In her vision she predicted life within unborn, creatures in destruction, love in hate and so on. Whatever, she has done it!

It is obvious Rina, a little known personality, after fulfilling her family commitments published a story book. The book she has written may not reach to many readers. Yet the flavour she left in her pages would surely invite readers to get closed to her creations. The land of Sudan may create Islamist terrorists, it can produce good writers too. 

You are beautiful, Rina. My love goes for your creation. Please carry forward to present us with more such stories. I smelt flavour of poetry in your stories. Are you a Poet?  Thank you Rina, once again.

She's done it!

I'm very happy to know that an ordinary house wife has turned to be a writer of late. In a world where women are still marginalised and undermined, a lady has risen its head to say something to our society. You are welcome in the queue of the male dominated world of literature. You are unknown by name to the readers now;  may be one day you will be recalled by your good name with your work. Every writer has to find its own place with utmost patience and non stop work based on huge research. Hence, the name of a little known writer is not worth mentioning.  

In my archive, the good novels sleep with many worthless lots. Yet I do not consider to throw those to the 'dustbin'. I rather inspire those mini writers to go ahead with a great conviction. So, lets live with old and new, good and bad, man and woman; lets test everything in a world of diversity.  

The Booked Darling

The darling is booked by the chosen friendly guys. She hawks beauty, dishes with beverage with some printed pieces of stories. A few lines were favoured to pour into the ears of the humming bees who were in search of the honey. The honey the guys ate and left the scene with the passion of getting more closer to the sold commodity.

The night falls. The darling was brought back to her nest for rest and relish the event. A donkey looked at the torn pieces of stories lying beneath the tree. A street dog passed urine on the pieces and left. The incident remained unknown to her. The dawn looked tired to ask the sun to find her.

The sun asked the darling why you break head to earn fame. Why don't you know who herself a long stanza of a poem why she should go for something other? You are beautiful and a gift of God. You are not a selling commodity.

The Martyr Recalled

Andhra Police encountered a Maoist leader (Azad) and his comrade and killed them that has become a news nationwide. Gun fight with the Maoist terrorists by the police or para military force is nothing new in Andhra since the days of uprising of Naxalism. No one wondered on such encounter death of those violent communists. It was and it is the duty of anti-Naxal cell in Andhra government to eliminate Naxalites or Maoists whoever ruled the state. Interestingly, the same brand of Maoist party was utilised to defeat the ruling Chandrababu Naidu  government  in the last assembly elections. The late Rajsekar Reddy government largely successful in driving out the Maoists from Andhra to a great extent. The problem surfaced again in the political turmoil created after untimely demise of Reddy in a copter crash.

The death of Azad has created a controversy in the media. The ex-police and ex-para-military chiefs condemned the killing of a Maoist who surrendered to the police. Azad was said to be deputed by the Maoist party to negotiate with the central government to lay down arms and ceasefire. The correspondences recovered from the dead shows the languages for a negotiated settlement of the issues the Maoists have been struggling for decades. Both the Centre and Andra State ruled by the same party led by the Gandhi family. The state party and its government are religiously implementing the political agenda of the Centre. So, neither the state can be made scapegoat nor its bosses should be treated innocent.

With the killing of the surrendered Maoists, the sincerity on the part of the central government is under question. The Killing has pushed the rebels far from the discussion table. No one can blame them for not responding to a dialogue for a peaceful settlement of the issues in future. The government has to display its intention clear for a  solution to the issue. My sincere thanks to Swami Angibesh,  who has delivered his statesmanship through his sincere desire and effort for a dialogue  between two waring fronts for a peaceful settlement. Let us pray for a good sense to prevail for both sides. 

The Professor

A professor in Kerala is subjected to brutal attack by a Muslim group. His hands were cut and severe wounds inflicted all over his body while he was travelling in a car alongwith his family. The miscreants were organised by the islamist terror outfit to avenge a writing on Hazrat Muhammad in some educational question paper set by the institution. The attack on a non-believer or Kafeer of Islam considered a holy act. The professor is a christian who had violated the principle of Islam by talking or writing on Muhammad or Islam. Hence brutality perpetrated on a non-believer felt justified.

In other religions, everybody is free to discuss their shortcomings and good or bad of their Gods or Goddess. Even Muslim people often condemn or make jokes of  other Gods taking advantage of democracy and liberalism. Nobody touches them for talking or writing against Hindu/Christian Gods what is impossible in a country where Islam is a state religion. 

In England, I recall, the pedigree of Jesus Christ was questioned by the Christian intellectuals. Someone branded him a bustard as mother Merry denied fatherhood to Joseph who was told a mere care-taking father of Jesus by hiding the truth. The sainthood was promulgated on him by a dubious propaganda that his father lived in heaven. The opinion was thoroughly debated among the christian community everywhere. The intellectuals were not charged with blasphemy or other violations. There was no violent action for or against the opinion in Europe. A good friend of mine who is a liberal Muslim sent me an email containing jokes on Krishna, Hanuman etc. I never felt those Hindu Gods were insulted and planned to physically assault him. I rather enjoyed reading the text of the mail and laughed. This is how a civilized society behaves.   

Abhiroop

Once I named my unborn son Abhiroop. But his mother did not allow her to concieve. I closely imagined his face to be like his beatiful Ma. His eyes depthness would reveal the far unseen and unknown world of knowledge. In the dark sky, I search my son if he hides behind the  stars. In a dusty sun shine, I try to find my lost kid beneath the trees. In thousand and million voice, I would love to listen tiny voice which would .......