Are You Really an "Atheist" ?

Lately I have been reading a lot, thanks to the prolonged holidays. One of the Author which intrigued me was David Foster Wallace. Like his work his life seemed to be more captivating.There was something he had to say for the people who claim that they are "ATHEISTS" .

"In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship -- be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles -- is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you.”

-David Foster Wallace

My Anguish

The inspirations have mingled,

my weaknesses,has been thy strength.


My sensitivity pours me sweet wine,

without holding on,i see it running wild.


With my shadow,putting a veil between us,

i roam in the lanes of anguish,

as a strayed wanderer in languish.



Seeing my beloved's wine white,

i live for another fight.



-masrur

Hanging Of Collective Conscience

The Hanging of Collective Conscience

I remember in my childhood days, I was a die hard supporter of Indian Cricket Team.People used to taunt me,on my support for indian cricket team. Most of my friends,supported Pakistan cricket team.Even in my family, I was the only supporter of india.Whenever India and Pakistan used to play each other,I remained glued to the idiot box.If India were defeated in some match,there were tears in my eyes.While others around me used to rejoice.Those days I was a child with negligible amount of knowledge about my State's history and India's war against it's so called own people,"Atoot Ang" as they refered to Kashmir.I used to wonder why people around me hate their own country.My parents used to tell stay away from the Armed people on streets(CRPF).They are popularly known as "Indian Dogs" in Kashmir,as my friends used to say.I found it rather bemusing,calling them such names.For me,CRPF people were human beings like us with families.Once ,i remember i had made one CRPF man my friend.Slowly, a feeling of patriotism for my country was rising. I wanted to change the misconceptions of people regarding their own country.Call it my naiveness.
In the summer of 2008,there was a mass agitation regarding some Amarnath Issue.My school remained closed for months.With people from all fields of life,protesting around me,i felt an urge to know my history,to dwell in the past.Around 110 people died during the protest season of 2008, some were in my age group.A mother lost her child in my locality, a son lost his Father in some other locality...Suddenly many tragedies were circling around me.
This process continued in the next summer as well.My perception against my own country changed.I found India as a draconian country.
But there was a other side as well.I went outside kashmir for the first time in 2011,to complete my schooling in Delhi.People of india were very welcoming and loving.My non-kashmiri friends were better than many of my Kashmiri friends.But i found ignorance among them regarding the situation in my state.They were not aware of the ground realities at my home.They didn't know we celebrate republic day and independence day as a Black day,they don't know we sit down when the national anthem is recited,as a mark of protest.
I came to understanding of the fact that why my people chose not to support Indian cricket team,as it was a mark of protest,not because we are affectionate of Pakistan.
On the day of 9th February,2013, i remember coming from my school when i overheard the news of secret hanging of Afzal Guru,based on just circumstantial evidence.The home minister justified the hanging as it fulfilled the collective conscience of the nation.Ya, it fulfilled the collective conscience of India,while it hanged the conscience of people of kashmir.
Although there is no freedom of expression in dummy republic of India,still i will protest against the tyrannical laws of India in my state.I cannot hurl a stone on them,but i certainly can write.
Maybe i have found an answer on my people's stand on India.

In the interest of National Security,India continues to trample on the lives,hopes and aspirations of my people.But indeed the people of India need to know the whole story of Kashmir and as a mark of solidarity protest against the laws implied by India on Kashmir.

Dead Thoughts...

Oh! Son of the hell,rise above the flames. 

The dead and decaying world,seduces you. 

Close your eyes and open your heart. 

The signs are numerous,only the desire is dwindling. 

Come my heart,lets fly in the vast spaces of love, 

how much of this burning?
 
The burning,has made you stone,
 
let you embrace love only then the lust will die...

At the midnight,in my closet,

i m sleeping with my dead heart,
 
to awake,when it resurrects. 

-masrur 

The Right Wolf

 I have always examined myself and most of the times I fail in this examination.Like Plato said "Living life unexamined is not worth living".In these moments of contemplation this short story inspires me and will inspire the reader as well...

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside all people. He said, “My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all.

“One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.”

“The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf wins?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

Kashmiri Sufiyaana Music

In case if you are a kashmiri reading this post and are lost in the melodrama of this world...I would recommend you to listen to the kashmiri sufiyaana music especially by Ghulam Mohammad Saaznawaz. He is the master of this dying art...I have a link of one of his masterpiece...I felt infinite peace listening to it...

Sounds from Roots

Winter resides in my veins, 

oh kashmir! my blood runs wilder, 

The kangri resurrects the dead, 

The pheran,merges me in ur colors, 

I feel among lovers.. 

Your chill makes me see my breath, 

wid u i hav no reason to fret.. 

i recollect pieces of shadows, 

to approach ur meadows.. 

Let me,be back to ur soul, 

As i am lost in scorching summer..

-masrur