An appeal From the Tomb

Every nationalism is jingoism and all nationalists are xenophobes.

Everyone or if not most of you may snatch away the felicitation from this burial and instead commence a vituperation, if I utter these expressions making them audible to you. But, what can I do? or what is possible to be done? nothing! friends, nothing at all!

An endless prosecution may continue against me and the labellings of ‘inhuman’, ‘criminal’ ‘corrupted one’, ‘terrorist’, ‘anarchist’ and many more stimulative derrogations may rise with the persistent loathings around my tombstone. But please do look at me! look at my condition. Perceive this cemetery where you bow down and offer the flowers once a year. Behold my corpse, which you use to inject the same venom onto the new comers, the same old lie ‘dulce at decorum est. Yes, that absolute lie as told by Owen, witnessed by my experience whom you call a martyr.

‘die for the nation to live for the eternity in every hearts, minds and commemorations’. This incarceration though gold-plated, stands as the quintessence of being a human. A blind nationalist always stinks with this miasma with his beautiful shell of great ideals and locutions. Look! what a nonsense, the humanity is treated inferior to nationality.

The leader finds thousand and one ways to hammer in the idealism of dedication and sacrifice which can be manipulated and enslaved to prolong the animalistic quality of power hungry attitude to be seated on a pedestal on the top. Yes, the very witness is talking to you in reference to his experiences of getting scapegoated. First, tell me, Please! tell me, where can you find the line of demarcation or dissociation in the whole planet besides in the map. Tell me, where ends India and starts Pakistan? Tell me, where begins Asia leaving back the Europe? Where? Where? Please! Do tell, answer me, because I was one of those who bit the dust by your imposed lessons of ‘die for the nation’ and ‘nationality ought not to be relinquished or even forfeited even if a gori Holi is to be organized.

So, you must show me the real and existential boundaries or the area of separation made by your ‘God’ under whose approval, you assert is making you to partake in your supposed Jihad and consequently makes you victorious in the armageddon. Please! I request you to show me the permanent territory of Korea and guide me through the original limit of Germany. Nothing much, but just create a bunfire of all your maps and seek for the actual line of isolation. And remember once again, I have every authority to demand because this very madness instilled in my blood and bones made me to combat for the virtual nationality which I now discover was a mirage and a greatest delusion.

‘die for the nation’, this vulgarity you might have eaten thousands of times and digested too. But, has anyone told you ‘live for the nation?’ no, my friends! absolutely not! Who wants the development or progress of the world. If they talk about transformations and development too, they want your nation to stand at first winning over all other remaining areas. If they tell you to live too, they are making you strong or moreover a lifeless robot to stand in the firstline to give them an interesting horror movie out of which they can have a beautiful timepass.

As a member of armed force, you are identified by your number tags. Look at such dehumanizations. If you die, nothing happens, just a number tag becomes no longer able to battle and therefore a replacement is needed. Fi over those cunningness and betrayals. When you say that you would be ready to die for the shake of your nationality, you don’t know what you are saying. You are saying that I prioritize illusion over reality, destruction over creativity, violence over peace and death over life. Don’t you feel ashamed to advocate peace, prosperity, serenity and stability under the foundation of violence? Can war and peace coexist? Have you ever seen polar opposites meeting? yeah, they can be merged in logics and treated as complementaries but life exists beyond philosophies and intellects.

From inside my coffin, I strongly oppose it and time and again repeat the same thing that ‘humanity can never be greater to nationality.’ Please! don’t blunder much to protect outward vanity in the name of glory or identity at the expense of human life which can never be compromised for anything. But we are the people with multiple disability if subtly examined. Psychopathology of inferiority complexes, ego gratifications can provide us any platform to burst out and exhibit our bruteness. Thus enabling us to commit a suicide or if not a homicide with a beautiful exterior labelling. It’ll continue with all the way it happened with me. Humanity will continue to slaughter one another just in the name of a certain principles it developed. What a pity. you die hanged on the chains created by you and still don’t stop it calling a victory and those chains as ornaments. But let this wretched soul from his sepulcher repeat and pray that nationality is not and can never be greater to humanity.

Have you ever thought? perhaps not. Because, you have already forgotten thinking. You know-not what, how and why to think. Mechanical broiler life is your comfort which you never wanna lose. But let me ask you to think though you won’t. The nation and nationality or such splits are diplomatic ways to say that you are great and you are the best. The only thing is that you can’t directly expose your feeling of superiority. Hence, you need a hanger to tie up your pride. And, ask yourself, what you got out of it? Why this horror movie never makes you fade up?

Why a temptation towards acrimoniousness? why do you want to create fake enemies and indulge in the savageness instigating all? everyonesays my nation is great. Duh fools! can you never interrogate back that which is the best? position is one and claims are of all. Can you never see the stupidity of such contentions? But no! You won’t, as I too didn’t when I was the person like you. You always glorify such areas and record in your history which is again needed to butcher the upcoming generations and perpetuate this bloody game advocating the ideals like equality, independence, peace, stability and all fake promises to let you have contact with horizon in its solid form.

With negligible hope that you may read or listen to me, I lastly request you all to wipe out the marks and erase the dusts gathered. Let the lines stained by ichor be cleansed and no signs of antagonism towards other people or supposed nations to last further. Let universalization come and let my ghost to rest peacefully. Let me reveal you a secret that all those temptations about heaven and frights about hell told to you are fallacious. I am narrating you my experiences that when I was taken to purgatory, the God didn’t let me in and instead felt me even misfit to the hell.

Therefore, I have become a wanderous spirit with all anguishes and torments in myself not even being able to repent my mistakes which I commited in the name of greater ego called nationalism. God was wearied that the person like me may even create splits in the hell and initiate a war and label it in his name creating a barbarious violence. So, my plea to all to let the world universalize. The universe is one therefore ‘uni’ not splited ‘multi’.

My last request to let this nomad rest peacefully. God told that the day world becomes one with no nations and nationalities and no conflicts, you’ll get deliverance. Please! To let my soul in the kingdom of God and to pay respect to me if you have any, let these boundaries dissolve and let the venomous snake of jingoism covered by the moderate word ‘patriotism’ die as soon as possible.



A dreamer!

“Let your dreams be alive. Don’t bury them within you”

Once in a blue moon, he arrives from nowhere, plays a game, startles the world, make us speechless, creates the history, leaves a legacy and goes nowhere. He just leaves a mark making our heart shiver and boiling every drop of blood in the body.

  He is a sun. Every morning he rises up, scatter the rays, reaches the climax, penetrates the deep rooted belief and sets down. He waits for the moon, giving him the complete power and just observe. Next day, again he rises up to make us sure that he is there. But, that one day is worth a century. He comes just to remind us that there exists that one day.

  He is a dreamer. He dreams of the things that you even don’t dare in your wildest dream. He dreams of the things that were tagged impossible. He comes out with a new passion, a new fire. He knows anybody can give up and he also knows he is not anybody.

He was a freak. A moron. He sounded crazy. He used to be an odd crane. He was called a dumb.

And now, he himself is a history. He is a stone found deep inside the ocean which you’re never gonna reckon. An idiot is now a wise person. A blunt knife, now has a sharp edge.

That nerd 😀

Mr. Dreamer, oh dreamer!!


Sometimes, we feel as if we are dead. Completely down.

We can’t stand on our own feet. The world becomes miserable and so does our life. We become rigid stone to be moved ahead. Our dreams shatter. We lose everything. Past and future merge into the present and we travel into the single time, this time, this misery. We become a lone tree in a dense forest.

Nobody gives a hand of support. We, then, are isolated. Everyone turn their faces seeing at us.

We walk a lonely road. Then there comes, these As to accompany us, to guide us, to be a part of our misery. These As– special persons – the god’s messenger. They come like the breeze and sweep away our agony.

These As don’t let us down again. They help us to hold the umbrella. When they see us swimming, they jump into the water without caring about the depth of water. They trust us. They care for us.

On the other hand, sometimes we are immensely cheerful. Our happiness exceeds the boundary. We feel like dancing on the road. And then we see a cheerful face coming to share our happiness. Again these As come and make us realize that real joy lies within us.

Or sometimes we’ve just ordinary life. We move on as the time passes. And again As come like wind and stuck to our life. They compel us to think out of the box.

In one or other way, these As come to our life. These special people. These special friends. They become the important gadget of the life. The leave an un erasable mark, for which we are indebted for our whole life. They don’t judge us. Whatsoever the situation is, they never forget to endeavor to bring a smile on our face.

We row the same boat, but yet the boat moves ahead cause we don’t row in different directions.

A text of ‘good morning’ is enough from them. That makes our day better. They make us feel as if we have known to them from centuries ago. They make us feel the worthiest person in the whole world. They don’t question about our past, neither worry about future. They make our present presence.

They don’t care what we’ve been for; they care what we’re for.

These As don’t ask why we’re crying, they simply join our crying. They sob. They and we, together climb the tree but the one who reaches the top is us. They remain below us to hold when we fall down. They sit with us at the middle of a big desert and listen to our gossips. They don’t get bothered. Perhaps they pretend of not being.

They needn’t have to reply to our talks; just only listening excites our heavenly feelings. We needn’t have to ask them for favor. They complete it before asking. They are our mind reader. They never betray us. Even their betrayal happens to be for our own sake. They never let us feel we’re alone.

However, they sometimes are not less than Charlie chaplain. They make us laugh the hell out of us. They call during our class hours just to make our phone seized. They make us feel jealous. They make us feel angry. But above all they are our friends. Our companions. They deserve it.

Being an introvert, I never am able to make much friends. I am not among the tagged ‘sociable people’. I admit it. I don’t make friends because I fear that I’ve to converse with them.

And they can’t understand what I’m talking and I can’t get what they are saying. I am afraid that I may make them bored. I am afraid that I won’t be able to sustain our friendship much longer. I am afraid that I might make their days nasty. And then, all remains is me, only me!

However, I have been able to make a bond between few people. My amigos. My As. Maybe lord created them for me in this fantasy world. Maybe they have been asked to help this idiot in this strange land.

I feel lucky to have these As. I am terribly pleased 😉 Thank you for being a firefly in this dark night. I am not gonna leave you alone.


Escaping out of maze

I go nearby, face the wall and change the direction. I don’t go further because I am afraid there may be a next wall.

I search for the coins, from which I had made a path. If I find, I return from where I had started. If not, I search and search and search. If I get lucky to return, I begin for next path ’cause I’m obliged not to stay there.

And again I face the wall, solid; rather bigger than before. What I can do. Again return back. Still I don’t lose hope. I march for next. I don’t have hope to leave a trial. Just get the warm rays of sunshine. It will be more.

Needless to say, I’m in a big maze. There are many ways to get out but none of them secures my wayout. However, among them, one is the right path that will help me to get out.

I gotta search for that ‘One’. It is dark everywhere. A single ray of light will be like a white spot on black shirt. It’s very dark. I can’t see anything. I just predict there to be a path and march ahead. If I get lucky, I find a narrow lumen.Otherwise, I get hurt by a bouncy wall and return back. I strive for water but I don’t find anything. Then slowly thirst fades away. My thirst knows well to adapt accordingly. No one is there. I am alone. I ain’t know whether it’s day or light but I’m sure I haven’t died; I am alive ,for, heaven wouldn’t be dark like this.

Even the little smile of angel would lighten up the scenario. My mother used to dictate to me from fairytales when I would get tough to sleep. Oh, I miss her badly now.

There are many choices but I can’t choose even a single one. What a tragedy! I fear. I fear of everything. Even I fear of escaping out of the maze thinking what I will do then. Sometimes, I myself create the fear, stimulates it.

I am living in a feary world, full of fears. And I don’t risk to go ahead. I get stuck to the same place from where I commenced and will end my journey as well. I am trapped. Oh lord! Let me know why only to me!!

I am tired. I’ve searched every path or atleast went through every way. But I haven’t found that “One”. When will I find it?

Where is my holy god? I’ve heard he helps the people in difficulty. Doesn’t he think I am in misery? Is he calling me to heaven or testing my patience?

Whatever he’s doing but I won’t give up easily. I will struggle till my last breathe; till I can feel the blood rushing in my veins; till my heart stops beating; till I find Hercules battling in me. I won’t let the sense of humanity go in vain.

I have come here far away and I ain’t gonna stop. I am not a rebel though, but not less than that. I will prove him wrong. I will grab every breath.

Amidst the darkness, I have come to search for light!

Do problems really exist??

“You never lived in reality. you were wandering in the illusory real-that you never got out through.”

Problems. Well we face everyday, every moment, everywhere.

Noone is free from problems. We are the victims of them. Either we face them or surpass them. In one or other way, we are trapped by the net of problems.

Especially we, teenagers. We are the slave of problems. They are our master. They bind our neck with a flexible rope which we never succeed to break.

A single problem can be the cause of end of someone’s life. A person may suicide. That single problem may be the loss of everything. It takes away rest. It takes away smile from someone’s face. It is the cause of every misery. It seizes your precious time, which you would be enjoying.

In a nutshell, problems never let you live freely. It has the power to move you. Probably in the negative direction. It’s a never ending process. It just ignites a spark, and you kindle the fire. Then it burns faster than you have imagined.

Now you’re compelled to add more just like a priest adding ghee in Hawan enchanting mantra swaha 😉 (not intended to hurt feelings though

But let me ask you, Do theproblems really exist?? Are they real?

Everybody is facing problems and how dare I to question about their reality! Probably you are thinking crazy about me.

But, yeah, there is no doubt that problems are real but I say, the perception we have about their reality may be imaginative. May be problems do not exist. Maybe our mind is a factory which creates problem. Maybe problems are illusion.

The most common and chronic problem of we, teenagers- relationship problem.

Since they say love is blind, not to say much :p. but still. Breakup has been a common issue. After they are separated, they don’t feel hungry. They distant themselves from family, relatives, so that they can forget each other. They lack concentration. And they feel insomnia.

Overall speaking, they are affected badly. And to this, we call it a problem. Have you ever scrutinized this issue deeply? If you do, you will find no any problem. It’s just an illusion. We live in illusion.

That boy is not only a boyfriend. Simultaneously, he is a son of parents; friend of friends; a student in school; may be an employee; and a citizen as well. The problem occurs when he forgets his every other role and just thinks he is boyfriend.

Where is boyfriend? –only in his mind, nowhere else. Suppose all his memories related to that girl are erased; he doesn’t have any past of her; he is blank about her, will he still love her if he meets her next time? Probably not. Now she will only be an ordinary girl. Nothing more.

Thus, problem lies with memory. Memory is the real problem. However memory can’t be faded away. If we realize, problem is the outcome of feeling and feeling, the result of past; then where is our problem?? Beneath the leg or above the head?

We are just stuck to an illusion. An illusion which shadows the reality, and acts real. Instead of searching for man, we search the shadow which will only be seen in day/moonlight.

Let’s get out of the trap and make it new. Be a tree; branches may be swinging but the trunk is still rigid. Help the branches to swing with right amplitude!

We are the evil light in glowing shadows.

But, have we been acquaintance to it?