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Monday, September 21, 2009
Eid Mubarak
tombstones greetingsMonday, September 14, 2009
Much Ado About A Tuft Of Hair
tombstones question, social commentFour and a half months ago, I wrote " Me Taliban " post in a state of absolute disgust. I could not fathom how such mindless religious profiling could be demonstrated from the highest echelons of justice in the country.
To his credit, Justice Markandey Katju later apologized for his ill-informed remarks and then a week ago, a modicum of justice and sense finally prevailed and the Supreme Court advocated Nirmala Convent to reinstate the student, Md. Salim, back to school. Shooting down the conduct of the school the Supreme Court termed it "ridiculous" and thereby upheld Salim's plea of being allowed to sport a beard in school.
However, this is just a moral victory against the abysmal racial and religious profiling taking place on a daily basis in this nation. Yes, Salim may have been allowed to sport his beard in school but there are many who face similar issues and are subjected to idiotic rulings stemming from deep rooted bias.
I can recount many similar stories without even striving to remember, yes...they are that common.
### A friend's cousin sister went to this convent school to undergo a course in teacher training. 2 days in to the course, and she was summoned by the Headmistress to her cabin and told in no uncertain terms that she would either have to leave the course or give up her usual dress. What was unusual about her dress, she was wearing a hijab. The fact that the headmistress herself was a nun, wearing an almost similar dress raises disturbing questions about whether the school discipline was at stake or was it something entirely different.
### An MBA graduate filed an application for a passport. He had all his documents in absolute order. Yet three times in succession, his application form was rejected. Despaired yet undaunted, he filed a fourth time on which, some days later he got a call from the Passport issuing authority of the state himself to meet him in his office. there the man told him, "Son, just shave off your beard and your passport will be issued within a month. You see, the world is not afraid of mullahs and moulvis, it is afraid of young minds like yourselves who could turn to terror." Obviously, for the Passport issuing authority a bearded young boy with a certain name is evidence enough to considering him as a potential terrorist.
### An acquaintance working in a reputed international organization started keeping a beard for some reasons. Less than a week later, he was asked a series of questions by his manager ranging from "what prompted you to keep a beard?" to "are you undergoing some religious/philosophic education?". And finally, in no uncertain terms was told to shave off his beard as it was breeding a "sense of uncomfortability" among the rest of the staff.
These are not mere exceptional incidences but are rather the norm which occur with disturbing regularity. Swept under the carpet mostly or usually labeled under "actions done to maintain the discipline" of the organization, such occurrences highlight the growing sense of intolerance with respect to symbols of a certain section of the nation.
There was this debate on NDTV moderated by Barkha Dutt where this ex army general kept on harping about how some institutions were above the rule of the constitution and should be allowed to formulate their own set of rules. He was of course referring to the army's explicit denial of anyone being allowed to sport a beard except if you are a Sikh. Now, the first question which arises is what's different between a Sikh's beard and a Muslim's beard. Why these different yardsticks. The second question which comes to mind is how the bloody hell does a tuft of hair on one's chin in any way affect his gun toting displays for the army. How can a beard be of any consequence in a profession which requires bravery, spirit, nationalism and professionalism. Hard to fathom.
Another growing belief is that of equating the beard to religious fundamentalism and terrorism in that order. For this belief I have just a couple of disdainful lines.
How many of the 9/11 bombers were bearded. Go check.
How many of the 26/11 terrorists were bearded. Again, go check.
I end this post with a sense of hope still in ,my heart that such blatant religious profiling can be exterminated from the very roots in this nation. The Supreme Court's verdict on the Md. Salim case gives me that hope and I would like to congratulate the Supreme court for it's logical and very needed observations.
I do wonder though, why so much ado about a fistful of hair:(
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Life No More
tombstones despair, gloom, poetryThursday, August 27, 2009
Karoge Yaad To...
tombstones despair, gloom, love, storyMonday, August 24, 2009
Greetings, Awards, Birthday and Randomness
tombstones awards, greetings, through my eyezHappy Birthday Blogger:)
The holy month of Ramzan has come visiting and greetings to everyone!!!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
(I)...(I)ndia...(I)ndependent
tombstones greetings, success storiesI remember that last year I had written a post on this very day which was so like in character to India itself...in that post I had highlighted the issues we face as well as commented on the progress that we had achieved as a nation. It was a grey post in the sense that the glass was both half full and half empty depending on how you look at it. I had ended that post holding the shining beacon of hope in my hand and I have absolutely no intention of repeating my words with a little bit of shuffling.

So today I am just going to list out a few points which remind me everyday of being independent and of not being the same
- When I can write here whatever I feel like, without even a whiff of a thought for the world and it's opinion I am reminded of being independent.
- When I can, with a switch of my remote, mute the voice of hate and blind the sight of perverseness, I am reminded of being independent.
- When I can walking on the road, look a girl in the eye and make her feel beautiful, I am reminded of being independent.
- When I can look someone thrice my age and experience and knowledge in the eye and tell him that I disagree with his thinking, I am reminded of being independent.
- When I can offer my prayers in a congregation with a poor tea seller on one side and a business tycoon on the other, I am reminded of being independent.
- When I can feel the moistness in the corner of the eyes on hearing Aye Mere Watan Ke Logon, I am reminded of being independent.
- When I have a look at the beaming faces of the students that I teach on successfully solving a sum, I am reminded of being independent.
- When I can swoon to Comfortably Numb one moment and croon Hoshwalon Ko Khabar Kya the other, I am reminded of being independent.
- When I can stand in front of anyone and speak exactly what I want to, I am reminded of being independent.
- When I cheer a six off the bat of Yuvi one moment and leap in joy at Manchester United scoring against anyone:D, I am reminded of being independent.
- When I can still see that black ink mark on the index finger of my left hand, I am reminded of being independent.
- When I know what am writing now will be read by people wh I may probably never meet, I am reminded of being independent.

These are just some of the reasons/incidents/actions which keep reminding me every moment of being independent, of living life as a free individual and of knowing that I have an opinion which I can put forth.
I am sure all of you have many such reasons...do share them with all of us.
So this Independence Day, think not of the issues and problems that we as a nation face...there are 364 and 1/4th other days to do that, rather today think of the privilege and pleasure of being independent and soak in this independent air we breathe.
P.S. Happy Independence Day to all the people of Pakistan, our midnight brothers and sisters.
P.P.S. Please go and watch KAMINEY...it's a treat if there ever was:)
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Shades Of Rain~~~Angst
tombstones despair, gloom, rainsAs the rain drops kiss the face and rummage the hair, the self involuntarily goes in a reverie.....while the soothing drops are the harbinger of reliving moments long forgotten, of emotions long buried and of words unspoken.....the ferocity of the same brings back the harshness of life to the fore. A passage of time is relived, a person who was more than self is remembered and a bond which seemed destined is thought of.

The puddles on the road act as a mirror...you can see your whole life in those liquid crystals, they show you those times and the mistakes which you made, but more than anything it shows you that face which was once your mirror and which will always be your life. It reminds you of what could have been, tells you in no uncertain terms what is now and gives you an insight of what it should actually be like. The puddle...it acts as the reflection of your heart, telling you your dreams and your fears.
When the wet hands feel clammy, you start to miss those palms which would once hold your hands, when you fell your wet face you can make out the moist tears which you shed, when the chill sets in you remember the warmth of her embrace and there is not one single thing you can do about it all.

As the water seeps into your very soul the heart weeps out louder than ever, crying out for it's beloved and calling it's soul...the only one who can ever complete him. It sings a song, one of despair and gloom, of angst and remorse, of love and life...and hopes that the wind may carry his voice to her, the rain may carry his tears and time could once again be turned back.
Tera naam maine liya hai yahan
Mujhe yaad tune kiya hai wahan
Bade zor ki aaj barsaat hai
Nahin saamne yeh alag baat hai
Mere paas hai tu, mere paas hai
Mere saath hai, mere saath hai
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Mein Kampf
- Saim
- for those of you who know me....nothing i say will change your well cultivated ideas of my persona!!! for those of you who don't know me....use my writings to form your own ideas about me and you could get them verified from me(i'll definitely oblige you)...*peace*





