This is in continuation to the Part 1 published here. Whenever someone tells me that there's no caste in Kashmir (and I'm told that a lot), I can't help but think of terms that are part of our daily language, for example: Kaaluh Waatul (literal translation: black chamaar). It's a term commonly used in Kashmir … Continue reading Casteism in Kashmir: My observations and experiences (Part 2)
We usually shrug our shoulders when it comes to casteism in Kashmir. If you're in a mood for horrible stories, go to Greest (peasants) and hear about the horror stories of how Malluh/Peer (upper-castes) used to treat them. If you think that's not horrible enough then go to Naangaar (landless) and ask them how they … Continue reading Casteism in Kashmir: My observations and experiences
The Internet, a boon of science, technology and research, brought with its advent a revolution, especially in the arena of knowledge and information. The sources of knowledge and information have grown so fast that it's getting hard to catch up with the inflow. A good thing nonetheless, but it has brought with itself loads of … Continue reading Internet: science, pseudoscience, and gibberish
I will write a thousand eulogies, To mourn the death of my garden. Where the flowers had bloomed, Only to be crushed by the cold wind. The wind took life out of my garden, But it didn't kill me, While I breathed the same air. The flowers died, it seems, Out of my own indifference! … Continue reading My spring isn’t too far away
My pen disdains my command, The ink refuses to ooze out into words, And the paper rejects my lines! They want to speak to the world, Narrate stories that have been left unsaid, Not mine, but their own, their very own! They want to speak for themselves, They seem to have their own stories, Not … Continue reading Not for me
In the dead of night, Descended the angels from heaven, Assigned to protect me! They marched around my village, And barged into my home, Oh, so gallantly! Those security forces, Marked their presence, Through marks of protection and security! My body marked by gun-butts, sticks, and rods, And now I'm safe and secure, From hatred, … Continue reading Scars of democracy!
Our stories, The stories of our love, Have been lost. Somewhere, In the sounds of bullets, In the cries of war! Each wound, Each hole, Each cut in the flesh, Speaks of our love. The unspoken love! I can hear, The love crying out, From the moans on streets! I can see, The love pouring … Continue reading The stories of our love
Kashmris have a unique 'bomb' way of mocking! You often get to hear these 'bomb' sentences from your parents, friends, relatives or others if they feel you have been doing some futile work or wasting your time or when you are late for some work or you haven't been doing your work properly, or if … Continue reading ‘Bomb!’
Through unknown ways, I made My rough journey Easy. From here, I could clearly See My destination: I walk For the sake of path; A path Is meant to be trodden. That's how I find My way. I create a path With each step I take. I will keep walking Through jungles and streets, In … Continue reading Through uknown ways . . .
Let's breathe the shade of Chinar, covered under the waves of sunlight, Let's smell the bright fragrance, concealed in the aroma of sunshine, While listening to the music of love, which moves through the sound of leaves. Let's feel the touch of our presence, lying on the grass amidst the mighty trees, Singing the songs … Continue reading Let’s feel . . .