I am but your reflection….

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggersby BlogAdda.

It is the night of August 14th. You are sleeping peacefully until a lady, who identifies herself by the name of Mother India, wakes you up and starts talking. What does she talk to you?

I felt it’s serenity reach my heart even before I knew where I was, it calmed the ripples of unease in me. As I walked through, I realised it to be a meadow.

Tiny flowers lay at my feet among the grass,swaying with the gentle,cool wind and were blue like as if reflecting the sky above. The sun was high and bright. Whatever it’s radiance touched, seem to become brilliant as if they have their own inner glow too.

A young girl caught my eye. She stood a few yards from me. A lamb was beside her; pulling the hem of her frock-wanting her attention. But she wouldn’t even look at the lamb.

I went upto her. Asked her who she was.

She replied-” You probably want to hurt me..dont you? Use me for your personal gain! Everyone is selfish. There is no humanity left. It happens everyday..everywhere. Somewhere someone is harrassed, oppressed and even killed. It has become the order of things. This place is gripped by poverty, corruption and what not! I have a hectic life yet I try to do something. The system is too harsh. I want the change.I care. But no one else does. Some are too busy, some are distracted and deluded, and some just dont care.”

” I agree but who are you?”

“I am but merely a reflection of you…” she said,in her coarse voice and continued. “No one to rely on. Leaders are betraying. No one to trust. Screams and screams everywhere. What has this place become!!”

She outstretched her arms and I looked around to see the sun was quickly going behind the emerging dark clouds. The wind was turning cold and rough. The entire ambience echoed dullness and morose.

I heard the painful baying of the lamb. We both looked in it’s direction and saw a fox dragging the lamb away from us.

She yelped and ran after the fox, I followed her, hoping,somehow I help her and her lamb.. But the fox had gotten away and quickly vanished from our sight

She dropped on the ground, crying and plucking the grass out in anger, regret and guilt.

I said,”There is still hope.” I nudged her to get up.”We are wronged,neglected and hurt but we can fight back. We should do something. It is ours.”

“Yes! Yes! You are right.”,she said, her voice silky now.

And before my eyes she transformed into a lady. A beautiful one. In her tricolor saree she resembled the image of Mother India we had on the covers of our social textbooks. I admired her. But her eyes…didnt feel right. They were emotionless.

But when she looked right into my eyes, instantly, nothing mattered to me but her. Her voice, her beauty and the way she looked at me seemed to have seized my heart.

She said,”We must have what is ours.No matter what the price. We should not bear the injustice.Our past is glorious. Our ancestors were brave. They did a lot for us. Our culture is pure. We must keep it like that. Once we have it, we will protect it from anyone who doesnt agree with us. Lets fight and serve the greater purpose.”

I nodded to whatever she said. I felt important standing there with her.

Few drops of sweat trickled down my face. A stench of blood reached me. I break away from the gaze to see everything burning around us. My eyes dropped and at her feet I saw the lamb bleeding and still.

Frightened, I stumbled and took a few steps away from her. There was no where to go.

“Who are you ..”, I screamed,” Get away from me..who are you!”

“I am but merely your reflection…”,came the reply.

I saw the fire approach us rapidly. Unable to comprehend; shocked, scared and confused, I burried my face in my hands and closed my eyes as tightly as I could. I wanted to run away from there.

“I am not you..”, I shouted,” I am neither of you..”

“Then who are you?” This time her voice was not silky. It wasnt coarse. It was different.

I looked up to see myself surrounded by nothing. I was relieved. It wasnt dark. It wasnt bright. Yet the figure,now,before me looked indistinctive, shadowy.

“I am a canvas, your canvas, you can paint me as you wish. My identity is nothing but you. A nation is the reflection of it’s people. So now, I will leave you to figure out who you are…”

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Back in Time : I am a 5 year old….again!!!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Write Over the Weekend inspiration for this time

‘Back in Time’. Imagine, one fine day, you wake up as a 5-year-old child and not as a grown up! What will you do then?

Time…
I guess I woke up early today!
Ah! I will know the time when the alarm starts ringing.

As she lay in that post-sleep, partially-conscious state, someone pulled the curtains. Letting in a plenty of morning light that hit her like a punch to the face. She quickly turned away and buried her face in her hands.

“Aaaaagghhh!!…SHUT THOSE F****ING DRAPES..”

“What!!??..where did you learn that word, young lady!!”

Mom..what!? When did she get her?..how did she get in?

My moms voice startled me..I sat up and opened my eyes to see my slightly stunned, slightly hostile and as angry as hell mom waiting for an answer.
She looked different from the last time I saw her. She looked beautiful.

“Have you dyed your hair?”

She put her hands on her waist and said,”This is your last chance..I am asking one last time. How do you know this word?”

“I dont know..”, I replied sheepishly, knowing full well that she is going to ask another 15 times…

“Dont lie!Did someone at school say that?”

“School..??”… a million defenses popped in my head while my mom began to scold me. But being an Indian I know very well that uttering another word would mean getting slapped or worst being thrown out of the house..even if its my own.

Best is to play..” I am sorry”. I put my head down, bring a tear to my right eye like the Indian daily soaps while being careful not to tearfrom the left one because otherwise its overacting and to complete the ” I am sorry” look, I fold my hands,..

Hands!!..OO MY GOD! So small…
Before I completely observe that my hands have shrunk, I realise that my feet barely touch the ground and are dangling in the air.

My mom finishes lecturing me. Before I could comprehend anything else, her arms reached for me and next second, she picked me up..

Wooohoooo!!.. How is she doing it?!! I am 26 yrs old!!!
Whats happening? Pink gown, that pink doll..i remember that doll, pink bunnies on the wall, toys, pink cupboard…I am going to throw up a pink vomit now.

She dragged the stool near the washbasin with her feet. Had me stand up on the stool. Handed the brush and sternly said to never repeat the word.

Meanwhile, I have questions, millions of them that dies the second I saw a chubby, curly-short haired girl staring at me.

What am I…5 again??!!??

I continued to stare untill my mom commanded me to brush. I reasoned and tried to find a logical conclusion while my mom dressed me up, fed me and put me on the school bus.

Once in there, the kids were constatly crying to go back home and that distracted me a lot. The drooling mouths and running noses could bring about a flood. Frankly, those kids reminded me of the wailing hungry pigs I saw in a documentry on National Geographic once.

I walk into the class,the questions maddening me. I took to a random desk and, began pondering and wondering all over again. Until my teacher’s voice broke into my thoughts. She asked me to recite the alphabets from A to G.

Instantly, I realise if I act smart and do exceedingly well, they might promote me.

So, straight up, I recite from A to Z.
My techer- dumbfounded.
Students- awe struck.

While I stood there basking in the glory and expecting a standing ovation any moment with the slow clap, another realisation struck me- Nobody is promoted in preschool or play school.

Then the teacher called one student to the board and asked him to write the alphabet ‘A’

“Slanting line…”he said and drew a slant line.
“Slanting line and ..sleeping line”

The teacher called me next and asked me to draw ‘B’
I drew the letter. She looked at it for a moment and said,”Its good but you are supposed to say as you write”

I went for it again.

“Standing line..”, I said and drew a straight line.

“Umm..reflected C and reflected C..”,I said and completed the alphavet.

“Reflected?”

“Yeah, you know, like how the right becomes left in a reflected image and similarly C gets inverted…”

“Inverted C is like this..”, she said and drew a C that looked very much like C itself. I doubted if this woman knew anything at all but this is India and here, the teacher is always right and its always the students fault.

“Okay , then..umm… sleeping ‘U’?
Oh! Ofcourse..sorry.
Standing line…1st square ..2nd square..”, I said as I drew a square beside the line and one more square under the 1st square.

“Noo! Its semicircle..””

Everyone burst out laughing and i took to my desk, feeling ashamed and harrassed.

We had maths then. Followed by putting plants in pots and watering them, which looked like child labor to me. Then colouring. Play time where no one wanted to play with me which was fine by me because I didnt want to play anyway. Lunch time where I spat in the sandwiches of those brats. Nap time and lastly singing.

All those activities reminded me of those mental asylums where less intelligent..almost brain dead and horrible psycho criminals are kept and how they are engaged in similar activities to adequately stimulate their brain, keep them occupied and thereby keeping them from harming others.

I got home. Slept and only woke up to hear another round of lecturing from Dad for using the swear word.

I was listening at first..then my mind started to drift untill my dad was completely muted and I was lost in my thoughts…

I am definetely living the Inception. I pinched myself…dont know why.
Or may be someone is pulling a Wudoo crap on me..dark magic and stuff.
But why a five year old!
If they wanted to torture me..they could have made me sit through any main stream bollywood movie or an Indian daily soap.
Why..and how…

Lies vs facts : Lies-1 Facts-0

How far do you think people can go to rise to power?

How far do you think people would go to hide their crimes?

How long do you think people can live in ignorance and delusion?

–66 years?…I dont think they had enough yet.

2 days ago, the newspaper had this article. The lies in it made me furious and I decided to write to the newspaper and point out all the lies, thinking tht if lies are out there so should the facts be.

This is the article.

The article
The article

The underlined sentences are the twisted lies spoken by Daniel Camron, ambassador of Isreal to India.

This is my response to that article, exactly as I had mailed the newspaper.

Daniel Carmon in the article -” Goal is to neutralise terror tunnels”, that you published shamelessly on August 1, makes claims that are nothing more than blatant lies. They are misleading. While people are entittled to their opinions, it is not so when it comes to facts.

1.” Israel unilaterally left Gaza in 2005..”

–Yes, but it did so having built a huge wall around it to seal it off from the world. The withdrawal did not free Gaza. It turned it into the world’s biggest open air prison. The people of Gaza aretrapped between Israel, Egypt and the sea with no control of their borders, airspace, imports, exports, water, medical, fuel or energysupply and no where to run to.

2.”Hamas unlawfully rules…”

–Firstly, Hamas won the 2006 Palestinian Legislative Council elections . What is unlawful about it?

It is unlawful that 700,00 Palestinians had to be uprooted in 1948 to make the Israeli state.It is unlawful that the Palestinians have become refugees in their own land.

Secondly, Hamas rules?

Gaza has eight over-crowded, under-resourced refugee camps. Its economy is at a stand-still, unemployment is sky high, half of its children are malnourished and people are suffering from disease without access to adequate medicl care. They depend on Israel for supplies to power, their wster and basic sanitation. Everyone who examines the control Israel exerts on Palestine will understand the Palestinians are in no position to threaten Israel’s existence. It can manage a resistence at best and Hamas has no sovereignty that is worth calling them a government or a ruling authority.

3.”Hamas is a terrorist organization…”

–Let us define terrorism first. Any half-decent defination means we can also define USA and Israel as terrorists states. Hamas was born out of principled resistance. It doesn’t hide it. It doesn’t apologise for it. There are many other resistance groups in occupied Palestine firing rockets including Islamic Jihad. Israel knows full well it is not fighting Hamas alone; it is fighting a resistance. The rockets are a response to Israel’s continuing oppression and 66 years of settler-colonialism. Why should Palestine be denied the right to resist?

4.”After 3 weeks of Israeli restraint, when Hamas further escalated the intensity…..Israel had no choice but to respond as any country would”

–In the past weeks, IDF murdered 1567 Palestinians, injured 8760 and partially or completely destroyed 9245 homes. This is called restaint??

Also let me ask this: would any country on Earth tolerate the theft of their land, murder of their families, terrorism and regular ‘incursions’ (i.e. invasion) from an occupying force, their daily humiliation and brutalization from an apartheid state that controls their lives, kidnaps their children, tortures prisoners with impunity, starves and impoverishes them, destroys their olive groves and livelihoods, denies them medical treatment, restricts their movement? Would you? Clearly not.

5.”Hamas commits a double war crime…”

–Does Israel really care about International Law. It has broken 66 UN resolutions so far. It targets civilians. Gaza’s 83 UNRWA shelters are currently holding over 160,000 displaced people. Isn’t that aiming indiscriminately at civilians. It builds more settlements, deliberately infects prisoners before release, tortures children, uses artillery shells with white phosphorous and flechette shells to hit residential area in Gaza.

6.”On the other hand it does so out of inhabited areas, hospitals…using the civilians as human shields”

–Richard Seymous pointed out the sickening hypocrisy:

” They hid at the El-Wafa hospital. They hid at the Al-Aqsa hospital. They hid at the beach, where children played football. They hid at the yard of 75-year-old Muhammad Hamad. They hid among the residential quarters of Shujaya. They hid in the neighbourhoods of Zaytoun and Toffah. They hid in Rafah and Khan Younis. They hid in the home of the Qassan family. They hid in the home of the poet, Othman Hussein. They hid in the village of Khuzaa. They hid in the thousands of houses damaged or destroyed. They hid in 84 schools and 23 medical facilities. They hid in a cafe, where Gazans were watching the World Cup. They hid in the ambulances trying to retrieve the injured. They hid themselves in 24 corpses, buried under rubble. They hid themselves in a young woman in pink household slippers, sprawled on the pavement, taken down while fleeing. They hid themselves in two brothers, eight and four, lying in the intensive burn care unit in Al-Shifa. They hid themselves in the little boy whose parts were carried away by his father in a plastic shopping bag. They hid themselves in the “incomparable chaos of bodies” arriving at Gaza hospitals. They hid themselves in an elderly woman, lying in a pool of blood on a stone floor. Hamas, they tell us, is cowardly and cynical”

Besides there hasnt been any proof of any weapons being found where the airstrikes took place.

7.”Israel is doing utmost to protect the uninvolved citizens in Gaza…”

— Phoning a hospital to promise to bomb them later that day and order staff to evacuate is of no use if those patients mobile enough to leave have nowhere else to go but into the streets were snipers can hit them or other buildings where they’ll be buried under rubble from airstrikes. The same goes for phoning a home with a warning or dropping leaflets. Israel also uses a controversial tactic called roof knocking where a dummy bomb hits a home scant minutes or seconds before a real bomb lands. The warning is therefore actually a tactic of modern psychological warfare. It is designed to cause mass panic and fear to break the will of innocent civilians.

8.”Israel has agreed to all six ceasefires..”

— But it never observes one.For instance, August 1 was to mark a 72 hours ceasefire. Yet 8 minutes into the ceasefire, Israel bombed the Al-Salam area killing 160 civilians. It has violated such countless ceasefires in the 7 decades of it’s occupation.

  1. Sushma Swaraj says both countries are our friends.

Why are we friends with an aggressor? Why should we have any ties with this barbaric state that is conducting a millitary massacre of Palestinians?

Isnt our increasing trade with them arming them indirectly?

This is not a war. It’s a genocide. And we supporting it by being diplomatic.

And this is what the newspaper made of my response and put it up.

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It didnt make any sense to me. The purpose was lost. I want people to know the facts. I am not saying just listen to the Gazan point of view .listen to both sides and decide for yourself instead of having some half-baked theories and false stories being dictated to you and you blindly believe them.

Because belive it or not ..now is the time to take a stand. Now more than ever.

Now when their crimes have annihilated an entire nation.

Now when 66 years of injustice is enough.

#savegaza #freepalestine #endtheseige