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Bloodied Hell.

Theresa sat across the table from her boyfriend, Brandon. She lightly patted his hands. She looked at them. His nails were chipped, chewed at in places. There were patches of blue around his nails. She looked up at him and then looked away. She needed to be sure.

“Will you now tell me where have you been all these days? Or am I still being too clingy? You need more space?” Theresa asked, looking at the blank wall on her right. She didn’t want to look him in the eye, to show him that she was afraid and weak. Not at this point.

“Oh come on, love. You know I like my freedom. But that doesn’t mean it’ll change my love for you. Well, as long as you believe in me, I know I can make it,” Brandon said, smiling at her. He wished she’d look her in the eyes. He needed her right now and he needed her fast and close.

“Oh, someone is being charming!” she said suddenly, angry that he took her for granted.

“Someone is being cocky,” he said, surprised at her sudden change in body language.

“You used to be charming. Now you no longer are charming. And I no longer concerned. You’re like all the others now. In fact, you’re worse. Because you were once better than all of them. But now? No. No longer.” She looked him straight in the eye as she said it. She was sure he was hiding something.

“You have so much to say about me? What about you? What do you have to say about yourself?”

“What about me?” Theresa asked, waiting for him to let out steam.

“You put yourself on the pedestal like you’re someone special. To reach out to you we have to be special and different. But that is only from your eyes. If you see the world from our eyes, you’re no different from all other girls who like to lure guys in, to make them believe that they’re the one and then drop us like hot potatoes when they see us for who we really are.” She did not expect this! Steam it was, but the wrong one.

“You really want to pick this fight right now? You think I am dropping you like a hot potato? I have been a part of your life for the past four years now. Or is it five?” she asked, thumping her fist on his open palm. He grunted in surprise, more from the suddenness of it than the power behind it.

“But you? I just remember shades of you moving in and out of my life for your own pleasure and in your own time. I shouldn’t have ever picked you up in the first place.” She was now standing. She had tears of anger in her eyes.

“Hey. Hey. I get it. Don’t cry! I was just kidding around with you. I am sorry. You know we’re going to be fine. Come on, baby.” Brandon was trying to get her back before things went too far.

“Don’t baby me!” she wanted to scream. But to him, sitting there in his orange overalls, to wipe out that smile which had floored her once, she said, “Whatever you may think of me and I may think of you, the fact is – you have blood on your hands and I do not.”

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She saw his face going white. Her words had had the desired effect. She smiled.

“I think it’s time we made a clean break from our relationship and move on. And while you are at it, you might as well find yourself a new lawyer.”

Graciously Yours!
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The illusion of reality.

“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one” ~ Albert Einstein.
Are you literate? Well, if you’re reading this, of course you are. But are you educated? That’s a different ball game altogether now.

Are you a thinker? Or do you hoard information from all possible sources but don’t form an opinion from scratch?

Do you believe everything you come across on the internet? Or do you try to verify the sources before you share anything with others?

So, a friend does not scroll through Facebook each day. But when she does, she comes across something like this.

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Probably that is why she doesn’t scroll through Facebook every day.

Now you may just read this, make a joke or two, and toss it out of the window. And that is where the fault lies. Where we don’t really pay attention to the negativity that is seeping into us each moment, each hour, each day through posts like these. Each day, you might not have changed but at the end of a lot of days, well, you’ve changed enough to not be able to turn back!

India and Pakistan have been at war for more than six decades now. A cold, silent, unrelenting war which has affected us all so badly that it is unimaginable how we ever lived together peacefully. And, for however far my sight stretches, I don’t see this getting resolved soon – for reasons as apolitical as political. But this? It doesn’t even make sense.

Yes, Pakistan is known to be involved with terrorism. And the country’s government has made a fair amount of hullabaloo trying to deny things so plain and simple that the whole world can see through their lies now. But why on Earth would you define all Pakistanis as terrorists? And all Indians as hardworking, entrepreneurial, and diligent people? I know we have a fair share of Indians, who if born in the Middle Ages were worthy of being guillotined. (And before you start hating me, that’s the case with every nation!) Democracy saved such Indians.

Ignorant people who think defining Lashkar, Taliban, ISIS simply by calling them products of Pakistan (and surprisingly, corporate products of Pakistan) are not helping other ignorant people in understanding the real depths of the matter. Did you ever think why Lashkar or ISIS came up in the first place? Did you ever think how so many people are being brainwashed into joining ISIS or worse still, who’s funding them? Why aren’t all the ‘powerful, developed nations’ of the world coming together to bring development to the under-developed, terror struck, ravaged and assaulted countries? You think they don’t have the resources to do it? Or is it the drive? Did you ever think about the lives of all those Pakistanis who are in abject poverty and are abused not only by people of their own country but also the entire world? Did you ever think about all those Muslims, who by choice or birth, follow Islam but have never even hit their siblings? Have you ever thought of that man who grows a beard because he likes it but is stared down upon at security checks? All of this requires thinking. Where’s the fun in that, right?

Graciously Yours!

*If you think, this post is meant to incite hatred against any country, religion, community or even person, well the whole point of the post is lost on you. I’d probably call you literate then. Just sayin’!

**I have no problem with people using social media. And neither with people bashing terrorists for the wrong they’re doing. What I have a problem is with sharing posts without complete understanding of the situation and spreading hatred without even being aware of it. Every action we take has a consequence, however small your reach may be or however inconsequential the result may be. But somewhere, if not in someone else, in you something changes. Would you rather want that change to be positive or negative?

Edit : In other news from around the net, ISIS got trolled by Muslims around the world when it threatened USA and asked all fellow Muslims to show the world that they support ISIS’s cause. Check it out here! Thumbs up to those who showed ISIS their true place.

Fire.

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I could see the flames of fire leaping in his eyes. The hungry flames leapt higher trying to fly away with the winds to destinations unknown, on journeys more romantic. The gleaming eyes sent a chill down my spine even as the heat from the flames was making me swelter. I walked away from the man quivering, his words repeatedly playing in my mind. “I will burn you like those leaves if you ever see that boyfriend of yours again. I’ll forget you’re my wife.”

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He fumbled in his pant pocket. Nothing but a kerchief. Coat pocket. A gum wrapper. Irritated, he threw it away. Inner coat pocket. He found a stick finally! Wiping his brow, he keep his kerchief in his pant pocket again. He lit a match. He saw the flames lick the lips of the stick. The orange embers lit up the stick. He took a drag! Leaning against the pole, he let out the smoke. He felt his anxiety slipping away finally.

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She lit the stove. Blue flames leapt up. She kept the match box aside. Placing a pan on the stove, she added a little oil to be heated. Her son was coming back after a good, long six months! He had called her this morning and told her. She wanted to make his favourite food – at least one of it. A trickle of sweat ran down her neck. It was getting hot in here. The Sun was scorching outside. She wished her one room house had a fan that worked.

Corn Cob

They stood together in front of the corn cob seller’s stove. Time had wrinkled their skin, but couldn’t wane their love. Thirty seven years ago, when they’d gone out on their first date, a roasted corn cob was all he could buy her. Thirty seven years later, when he could afford to give her so much, she still wanted to celebrate with just a roasted corn cob and him. “It reminds me of where we actually come from,” she says. The air was chilly. She pulled her shawl tighter. The seller saw her movement too. He silently squatted on the ground and continued roasting and pushed his chair towards the lady. She sat on it and warmed her hands from the heat of the bright and shining coals as her husband lovingly looked on.

Graciously Yours!

P.S.: Would any one of you be gracious enough to come up with another word I can work on?

#IndiawithPakistan

#IndiaWithPakistan

Dear humans of Pakistan,

As a human, my heart goes out to you for innocent lives you had to lose to the guardians of terror. As an Indian, I pray that you find the strength to battle the fear that is spreading on your soil.

Did those terrorists not even think once about what they would be doing to the future of their own country? Did they not flinch while visualizing the terror those young eyes would have to see – friends being shot, teachers being burnt, blood soaked clothes, coffins, wailing parents, ensuing nightmares, and violent day dreams?

I know all of you are not terrorists. There are countless number of Pakistanis who are living in Pakistan but have nothing to do with the terror outfits. I know that all Muslims are not waging a war against India and the rest of the world. A section of people among you lead the world to doubt all of you.

The Army is the protector of the country. Yet, it couldn’t protect so many of its own. How disturbing it might be for you civilians to think of even stepping out of your home. I cannot fathom how resilient you have to be just so you can get up today, tomorrow or whenever and actually send your kids to school!

So many lives lost, so many dreams shattered, so many kids scarred, so many families devastated – all in the name of religion? Since when did the Gods allow this to happen? Which Holy Book does not condemn such acts? Which beastly heart proposed the execution of such a barbaric plan?

Show it to those filthy cowards that you won’t sit back this time. Tell them that you will not tolerate them and their so-called fight for Islam. Kick them out of your land and prove to the world that you are not terrorists and you will not stand terrorists either.

We are not different, the circumstances have created differences. In such times and at all times, we are with you.

May you ordinary citizens of Pakistan rise to cleanse Pakistan of it’s inhumanity.

Love,

A human from India.