A Friend from Pakistan

Just watched the movie "Bajrangi Bhaijaan".

Such a realistic movie depicting two pure loving souls of two different nations that is politically different and oriented with a diverse belief system, but once existed UNITED (Thanks to the "DIVIDE AND RULE" policy of the then British rulers of late 1940's with which they played a foul game - and now we are separated). The movie tells that "Love and affection needs no intelligence but compassion".

There is one my good friend Aisha, whom i met last year in UEA, England while doing our Post Graduate studies. She has a wonderful pair of shining eyes and a welcoming friendly smile that she carries always on her face. Initially i thought she must be from North India (She looks like most other girls from Punjab) or might be of Indian origin, living abroad. Only a faint guess/doubt was there in my mind at that time about her motherland, which eventually turned true in few days. Yes, She is from Pakistan. (Divided by the Brits. United in Britain) Life is always loaded with interesting surprises.

It was Aisha who approached me and enquired about me. She somehow guessed (from the language i spoke) that i must be from India. And of course the Asian looks and skin tone is pretty much enough to guess our identity and origin.I would say that the one factor that kept us separated under different borders and confined inside boundaries is the one that made us evolve a good friendship. Not sure how she felt, but i felt that way. Having a good friend who is socialistic and friendly is the best thing and our different nationality and history added fragrance and aroma to it. Especially when you know the roots and true history of your country (in this case INDIA and PAKISTAN) it is a bliss. It was fun when we were talking about the World Cup Cricket match  between India and Pakistan earlier this year. Aisha, as far as I know is unbiased of political views and not bounded by weak emotions of a layman, but approaches life and society with knowledge and wisdom and that makes her a class apart.

Of course, we all love our Mother land and are proud of it. It is indeed my pride and pleasure to say that I am an Indian and Aisha's pride would be being a Pakistani. But we don't have to possess fake patriotism. To me real patriotism is loving your country and as well as respecting people from other nations. Patriotism doesn't mean people from other nation should also follow you and your principles. It is not patriotic, but psychiatric. Watching the military parade on WAGAH border may make you feel heroic and bring goosebumps out of emotion. But curling moustache, staring at military personnel standing at the other border, wide opening the arms and chest and boasting, marching and lifting legs over heads - doesn't that look as absurd dramatic and immature. Now this is what i call fake patriotism. What part does this play in promoting a mutual relationship and friendliness between both the nations. Can you imagine the kind of fake emotion and patriotism this sows on the hearts of the one who see this? Especially on the tender hearts of the little children of both the nations.

How do you expect them to grow - with Love or with Hatred ?

Growth is always from the Grass root level. What we sow is what we reap.
Love or Hatred, it is we who should decide and act upon. The time has come.
Let us be responsible.

Nice knowing you  Aisha :)

Jai Sri Ram Insha Allah

Khuda Hafiz

   

ஆனி ஆடிச் சாரல்

புதிதாய் ஒரு தூரல்
உன் அருளால்  இங்கு மழைச்சாரல்
வரவால் மகிழ்ந்தோம் என்றும்
தரணி எங்கும் ஆறாய் அருவியாய் ஊற்றாய் ஓடையாய்
பல்கி பெருகி
கழனியில் இனிவாய் கனிவாய் நெல்மணியாய்
செழித்து ஓங்கி வளர்ந்து நிமிர்ந்து
எம் உழவனை உயர்த்துவாய்
வான் மழையே !!!

எனக்கான என்னவளுக்காக... waiting is the way

எனக்கான அவள் கூந்தலை இதுவரை என் கை விரல்கள் கோதியதில்லை
எனக்கான அவள் கண்களை இதுவரை பார்த்ததில்லை
எனக்கான அவள் உதடுகளை இதுவரை நான் முத்தமிட்டதில்லை
எனக்கான அவள் கன்னங்களை இதுவரை கிள்ளியதில்லை
எனக்கான அவள் தேகத்தை இதுவரை நான் தீண்டியதில்லை 
எனக்கான அவள் கைகளை இதுவரை என் கை கோர்த்ததில்லை
எனக்கான அவள் விரல்களை இதுவரை நான் வருடியதில்லை
எனக்கான அவள் கால்களை இதுவரை தழுவியதில்லை
எனக்கான அவளை இதுவரை முகர்ந்ததுமில்லை
எனக்கான அவளை இதுவரை கண்டதுமில்லை
எனக்கான அவளை இதுவரை யாரென்று நான் அறிந்திருக்கவுமில்லை
இருந்தும்,
எனக்கான அவளை இன்று முதல் நினைக்கிறேன்.
எனக்கான அவளை என்று நான் காண்பேன் என
என்னையே கேட்கும்  என்  மனத்திடம் என்னென்று நான்  சொல்வேன்.
இனியும் காத்திர இயலாது எனத் துடிக்கும் இதயத்துக்கும்,
இமைக்கும் கண்களுக்கும் ஒன்று சொல்லி வைத்திருக்கிறேன்-
அவளைக் காணும் நாள் மிக விரைவில்
அதுவரை அயராமல் விழித்திருப்பாயாக.

--- யாரென்று தெரியாத எனக்கான என்னவளுக்காக காத்திருப்பதிலும் தனிச்  சுகம் இருப்பதாய்  உணர்கிறேன்.

Waiting is the way - கிருஷ்ணா  அத்தான்

Ocean Of Love

I am no greater than you 

And no lesser to you.

Bother me only with love 

And not with expectations. 

I cant quench your thirsty expectations 

'cause the smouldering fire of greedy expectations are

Never gonna get soaked wet - even if 

The universe is all yours!

I love you, that is all I know

And that is what I have in me.
The love for every being as well.

Love me and love with me

And shall you be blessed 

And shall you feel filled 

And then there s no more thirst in you 

And you shall be an ocean of love.

The Girl with the Dragon Fly

And She saw me,
Smiled at me, waved at me
And went past me
Without a second look or
A second's wait for the eternal.

But, that look, that one look
From those blistering pair of eyes -
More than enough to take away
My Soul from My Soma
With no pain but a joy of the Boundless
Only my soul can feel off.

The eyes that i'll fall for !!
Funny me!
Why do i have such a shameless weakness on those pair of eyes..?
No wonder!! Cos'
They are gracefully twinkling like
The Morning dew on the green grass,
The eyes of the girl with the dragon fly