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No praise be to thee, O' Lord!

Nasim — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 10:34:40 GMT

No praise be to thee, O' Lord!

This poem was in our Oriya (my native language) literature. I thought about translating and here's a version.
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No praise be to thee, O' Lord
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I'm not bowing to thee,
O' the God of Padre and Brahmin;
O' the God of Temple and Church,
O' the God of Maulvis and Mullahs;
I'm not bowing to thee.
My regrads are for those helpless folks,
The tears of whom bed'weds the pages of history.
Millions of those hapless, innocent heads,
Torn, ripped apart by thy minions;
Hopeless, folded hands extending in thy prayer,
O' the ever beneficent God,
Is this thy will;
When a father, a husband cries in agony,
Witnessing their daughter, wife being raped;
And you also witness it in remorseful silence.
Those barbarian messenger of thee,
Slaying the 'sinners'
In thy name, by thy order.
From thy heaven thee look,
And have been for all along human history;
Threats flow, billions slain, still men flee.
Countries upturned, races annihilated,
Folks flee from thy torturing preachers' band,
To save their skin, beloved land-house-money all behind.
So this rebel doesn't bow to thee,
He bows to the will of those
Those displaced, slain, shelterless-- for thy cause.
O' the God of benevolent hate!
Those minions of thee,
Severed-heads, tear-torrents, cries of despair,
Are their daily food;
And they build altars for thee.
Yes, for thee, O' the 'praiseworthy' emperor of emperors;
And thy minions flock and fill thy altars,
Praying, singing thy praise only;
Unmoved by zillion heart-rending cries, O' the best Barbarian!
You've heeded only the prayers of these murderers;
Did the White-men's despisable acts,
Escaped thy omnipresent sight?
Where humans were sold like commodities;
Where human-butchers pulled apart infants and lactating mothers;
Wives were separated from husbands and from fathers, their sons;
The menacing blood-stained lash,
On bare backs did it crash.
Yet the coffers of your loafers gets more and more shine;
By divine grace of thine.
Are the cries of these millions of tortured souls
So unworthy of thy high golden throne?
Lo! Here stands the pompous Church,
Of heartless beasts, bearing thy banner,
And within its finely engraved walls, the priest,
Brags of the mercy of the 'Father' in heaven;
and next moment spitting venom on heeden. (heeden=the faithless)
Incredible drama O' God, incredible!
And so, my dear non-existent God,
I bow in respect only for those men and women,
The homeless, tortured, poor folks trampled to earth.
All this is such a fake; fake fake conspiracy;
You're the worst blind belief of human mind.
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O' the need derived God,
O' the God of Church and Temple,
O' the symbol of blind disbelief,
Ever tortured, unhappy and cursed;
This rebel doesn't bow thee, doesn't bow to thee, doesn't bow to thee.....

Quacks

Nasim — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 07:37:00 GMT

Quacks

This Christmas, on 25th I had been to a cinema hall to see a film, Ghajini. I had a tuition just at the time while the film ends. So I hurriedly ran to my tuition and on the course I fell on the staircase and sprained my ankle badly. Now I couldn't move. They helped me home, there I lay, just brooding. Lying on the bed is even more painful than this sprain. To kill time I'm just playing sudoku, playing or browsing on my mobile. But you know what. I hd been treated by a quack for this sprain.. Ha ha ha. In fact for small diseases (which I don't consider as diseases) like head ache, light fever, joint pain etc. I never take pain killers or even go to a doctor. I let my body heal itself and I think this also makes my body immune system improve. So when I got this sprain I was reluctant to go to a doctor. Blah..... these doctors... they will tell you to get your leg X-rayed even in case of a ligament sprain. So I just kept on spraying my pain-reliever spray and slept. Since my pain and swelling didn't subside my uncle told me "Since you don't wanna go to a doctor I'll take you to a quack. I've seen many people cured by him." I didn't refuse and I repented later. This quack, first gave me some 'seka', that is he applied some high density oil (castor perhaps) and put a thick cloth over my sprain and moved a red hot iron rod over it. Owwwww.... Then his associate held my leg and he applied some foul smelling slimy substance there and dressed it with supports. Now I couldn't even move my leg easily. He had said come after 4 days. I went and he opened the dressing and said I'll have to dress it again. Hah... and see how business-minded the guy is. For the first time he charged us 225 Rs. and this time he charges 50 Rs. So that you can't just think of going elsewhere. But then there were a lot more customers out there. My body will heal the wound and he'll get the credit. Gawd...... But I clicked some pics of his clinic secretly. I'll post them when I get well... Mwa ha ha Have you ever had any experiences with any quack?

A World Terror Free

Nasim — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 11:01:48 GMT

A World Terror Free

The D-day for the terrorists

That day, the grim Wednesday

When Mumbai was covered with the mist

Of blasts and blaze, of firing and killing.

The whole nation shook with fear and rage

As the police and army staked their lives

To free the hostages from the burning cage

Martyrs they are and will be etched in our hearts

The whole world comes together to lend a hand

To show that humanity is still not dead

That we will together fight these outlaw band

Be it heinous Al-Qaeda or ugly Lashkar-e-toeba

Come fellow Indians, my brothers and sisters

Come join hands together, for united we stand

Let’s show that it is our national identity that matters

Show those beasts, their acts only make us stronger

Teach the children ‘Who are humans and how to love’

Before you preach ‘Who is God and how to pray’

Embrace no bombs and guns but peace and dove

Know ‘Basudhaiva Kutumbakam’ before joining the fray

Impotency, pseudo secularity – the age old vices

Shed them; it is better to live just one day of life

Peppered with glory than shows of cowardices

And signs of fear; for years, decades, centuries

Remember bravery of thy ancestors and say ‘Jai Hind’

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I had an alternative title 'Indian 9/11' but this one was more suitable. I also had an alternative last stanza but this one made more sense... anyway that went like this

Impotency, pseudo secularity – the age old vice

Shed them; it is better to live just one day of life

Peppered with glory than centuries of life of mice

Filled with terror and dripping with cowardice.

Shadow, Darkness and Light - Part1

Nasim — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 04:30:22 GMT

Shadow, Darkness and Light - Part1

Shadow, Darkness and Light

Part-I

Shadow

Several years ago I happened to find myself sitting on a rock on a hill in Darjeeling. It was a late December evening and I had nothing on me besides my jeans and casual shirt. My body was shuddering a little with the chilling cold.

The place where I sat was half a kilometers away from the nearest town. There were several trees here and there-all bare and standing just like poles. The bright light of the full moon was falling upon these trees and they seemed to chatter their teeth in cold. The sky was almost clear. Queer as it is, there was no fog.

I was gazing at the moon and was engrossed in deep thought when my attention was broken by the warm touch of a hand on my shoulder and a voice saying

"Hullo young man! What are you doing here?"

I turned to find a middle aged man of 40-45 years of age, wearing a full sleeved sweater. The moonlight clearly revealed his physical features. He seemed to be a strongly built man with a height of around 6'. He had no muffler or cap and his bare head showed short hairs that were turning grey gradually. He had a stick that resembled a baton, used perhaps for keeping the stray dogs away.

"I was comparing this moon light with success and happiness of life of which I have so little. I am sitting here to gather some of this light to light my dark life and bring back the lost happiness."

"I see Mr. Philosopher, you are one of those young escapists and pessimists who think life to be sorrowful but never search for happiness because they are confused what happiness is. Anyway young man, you should not sit here at such a late hour. Besides the cold there are many factors that should allure you to remain at home rather than to venture out. Come; let us walk to the town. If we give company to each other we won't feel alone."

I smiled, stood up and giving the moon a look I started walking with him. His steps were quite straight and firm.

"So my boy, what is the reason of your pessimistic attitude towards life?"

"Oh, it is a long story."

"Oho! So you have got a story! Nice. And I'm sure some of the characters of your story are a pretty damsel, unconsenting parents and brute policemen. Doesn't it go like that?

"Perhaps yes, perhaps not." I answered with an air of recklessness.

He laughed loud at these words. Then coughing a bit he continued-

"You are certainly not from here. I know each and every person of this part of the country by face. It is off-season and a tourist won't come to a hill station in winter. So my man, what are you up to?"

"Just searching...searching for the lost time and perhaps.....the lost characters of my story to weave the story once again.

"I now see through it man...ha ha ha...well and where are you staying? Hotel or some relative's of friend's down here?

"None of them. I would have stayed where you found me unless you had...” I halted midway the sentence and looked at him. He in return gave me a glance full of shock and curiosity alike.

"What’d a ya mean by that/"

After a moment's pause and hesitation I replied

"It is like that while taking a nap in the train somebody got off with my bag and I am left with only these clothes, my ticket and a ten rupee note. I suppose there aren't any dhabas (inns) here that would let me in for a night for a paltry ten rupee. Are there any?

Now both of us fell silent for about three minutes. I know what he must have been thinking - Is this another of those cheats that fool people to get money by extracting sympathy.

By this time we had reached the town proper and walking through the main street. There wasn't a sign of life anywhere around save a police van that just passed by us.

The man halted near a four way crossing and looked at me. I had also stopped. I turned to him and he said

"Look young man, I usually don't offer strangers this option but...I think you are a good person. Come and stay in our house for tonight and we will see what we can do for you tomorrow."

"Thanks a lot dear sir. I will be really obliged to you.

At this he murmured something inaudible and then turned towards the street on right. I silently followed him. After some sixty or seventy paces he took a narrow lane on the right and after two minutes walk he stopped besides a big, old looking bungalow and turned to look at me. Convinced, he opened the gate and went to a huge looking wooden door and knocked.

This was perhaps the main entrance. Clouds had covered the moon, but enough light perforated through them to give me a rough impression of the background. Surely this was the house, nay mansion of some rich family of olden time that still housed a joint family, a rarity now a days. The compound wall was high standing at about 9 feet. There were some big trees about the boundary but there were no other plants in the middle section. The building itself looked very archaic reflecting a style of the British age.

The door opened within a minute. The tall lady who opened the door looked at me with curiosity and suspicion in her eyes. He recognized it perhaps and turning back he said

"This young man had all his belongings stolen. He was going to spend the whole night out there in the cold. So I brought him in. Arrange some food for him and a bed in the guest room."

(To be Continued...)

Why all this conservatism? Why Why Why?

Nasim — Sun, 17 Aug 2008 04:45:33 GMT

Why all this conservatism? Why Why Why?

Hey friends. Have you ever experienced conservatism? Well, I belong to a conservative muslim family and have experienced sheer conservatism. No girl friends, no music (but I listen to music) etc etc. Ours is a nuclear family. Yesterday it happened so that me, my dad and mom were sitting together and chatting about something. Suddenly dad took up the matter of my marriage (lol...maybe only in joke coz i'm just 16 and the minimum age for marriage here is 21). But the matter really took serious turn when I told parents that I'd marry a girl of my choice. They argued that in our society people marry only those whom their parents choose. I'm very liberal as compared to my parents so I said that they take most of the decisions of me but marriage is absolutely different and very important. So I should be free to choose. Since they denied clear I got into a rage (I'm very short tempered at times, but I don't know why I got angry at that time...a whim perhaps). So I cried out I don't agree with them. But I couldn't even imagine that the matter can get that grave. My mom suggested that this is the effect of internet. My dad opined that I've got a real gf. So unanimously it was decided that my computer and internet connection would be disconnected for good. And I'd not be given any pocket money lest I should go to net cafe. And to add salt to this injury they decided to take away my mobile as well. I'm DISCONNECTED from the world now....for sine die. I'm posting this post after a lot of troubles. This well might be my last post on e baby for unknown time..... May God help in dispelling this conservatism....sigh.

Valentine's day

Nasim — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 12:27:55 GMT

Valentine's day

Valentine

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As the season of love comes down
Along with the love-God to frown
All those detastable-desperately-despising demons
Those who loathe love like poisons
And to kinder the tender hearts with excitement
Of all the love-loving lovable folks who lent
Their heart and soul to their sweetheart
This love season now climaxing with the start
Of February fourteen and St. Valentine's day
I witness couples young and old, with gay
Faces and pink and red dresses hand-in-hand
Dancing merrily as if away from the mortal land
Candy, Cards, Chocolate, Roses, Park, Partner
Emotion, Infatuation, Love all wrapped together
The lonely hearts sensing the sensation and scorn
Of love and within them the hearts burn
The eternal longing for a love; true and missing
And lo! It comes from the God like a blessing
The love floats in the air and between the pairs
St. Valentine's day flares all these flairs
So go and shower your love on your valentine
And wish me success in my search for a partner fine.

To all my friends

Nasim — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 14:19:08 GMT

To all my friends

Hey friends, Do not think that if I don't communicate with you then I've forgotten you. Just a mail will remind me :)

Is it LOVE or just INFATUATION !!!

Nasim — Sat, 17 Nov 2007 14:57:03 GMT

Is it LOVE or just INFATUATION !!!

I dont know how to start the topic. Well this love mania is on its zenith. I c couples going around everywhere; in the college, on the roads, in the park, in the cinema.....everywhere. Sometimes it strikes my mind...can love exist at such a tender age (I'm 16). It's true that love has no cast, creed, color and age. But still r the folks of my age mature enough 2 know what's love? I don't approve of bf/gf relationships. They're only shortlived and mostly formed either 2 get some benefit, pleasure (sexual or otherwise) or just 2 blindly ape the ongoing trend. But I respect true love, love in which there's sacrifice. But am I old enough 2 know the value of true love. It is rather queer why I ask such nonsense questions, isn't it? But there's reason. From last some days I feel like having a crush on a girl in my college. But I'm wondering whether it is love or just a flow of passion that most teens suffer from. Uh.......I feel like dying...Please suggest something......please.....all suggetions invited. [Well of late I couln't access the comments on the blog. So please directly mail your responses to my internal mailbox or to nasim20072008@rediffmail.com]

2 All my friends

Nasim — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 17:03:53 GMT

2 All my friends

Hi all my friends (and to-be-friends who r visiting my profile) on e-baby. Well I'm a bit reckless and lazy guy..........I dont study regularly and panic when exams come (though I get good marks, A or A- :)). I study hard when exams get close. My exams r drawing close so I'll b disconnected from the net. Plz don't try 2 hit my msn. Rather mail me at this address nasim20072008@rediffmail.com. I check my mail regularly no matter what goes on....................So plz message me...............I like making friends...............bye

A memoir

Nasim — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 08:55:56 GMT

A memoir

A memoir of my old school days

I remember my old school days
The days in which lies
Some sweet n sour memories
Of when we did our teachers' mimicries

Days when we missed the class
To go out and lie on the grass
In the park and just gossip
And gaze at grazing cattle n sheep

The days when we sat on the floor
With dust-ants-insects all in store
I recall the days when we used to brawl
Roll on the earth and then crawl

And in tiffin break, the leisurely time we got
We played cricket and just forgot
About all those damned things
About our teachers' abusings and beatings

And after school when we ran home
Like cage-birds set free to roam
And how anxiously we waited day-by-day
Counting how far our summer vacations lay

And when they came at last
How we fled home and ran to the vast
Mango orchard, in the blazing hot noon
And lo! there is a mango-heap so soon!

How we dived into our village pool
And swam and swam till we got cool
And when the vacs came to an end
How it pained to say bye to such a friend!

But back at school everything was colorful
Again, and back were the happy 'puchka'ful
evenings, along with 'dahibara' and 'chat'
Names that made my mouth watery and flat

Those were young, innocent days
And I wonder how fast time flies
I'll certainly grow up, yet
I just wouldn't let
These memories to fly past
and be forgot.

Mother Earth

Nasim — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 10:02:05 GMT

Mother Earth

This earth is our mother
About whom we never bother
This earth, the mother earth
Nourishes us as well shows her wrath
from our journey's beginning, as an infant
Ending in grave, in her lap giant
This mother of us cares us so much
She never leaves us in the lurch
Providing life giving oxygen
For all, be it brute or men
She gives us our fill of water
More precious to life than any other matter
This mother gives her siblings food to eat
From simpler grain to delicious treat
She helps men to get his dress
So the cold can't get him in a mess
Over her body we walk, jump and hop
Yet she bears it and puts up
We dig holes in her body to get
Metals, gas and all those, yet
Does she ever utter a word of pain?
Nay, for she wants us to advance and gain
And we the humans, ungracious as we are
Who among all creatures are by far
Most advanced, who ought to have
Served her more than any other creature, gave
Only blows and pollution to her
Making her more grave and sinister
Her veins already richly filled with carbon dioxide
Halogens, sulphur dioxide and pesticide
Occasionally she gets furious and slaps
With flood, drought, tsunami and wraps
All the thing in her lap, and teaches
Us a lesson to behave ourselves
Still we continue to make her sick
But yet, she remains as meek
If we don't stop to tease her more
We might find troubles in store
And then we'll have to diagnose her for sure
But remember "Prevention is better than cure"
So remember and join hands to stop pollution
And may you get her blessings and affection!

Will somebody read this nonsense?

Nasim — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 09:16:39 GMT

Will somebody read this nonsense?

Is this a poem!

Time comes and flies by
It gives us soft, pleasant
memories, to cherish and live by
And at times it becomes a serpant
It hisses and it bites
And its sting remains with us
Occasionally it gets up again
To make us reacall pais of past
And alas! Human life is
So full of despair and disaster
And there is so little to hope
So little to cherish and to die for
Yet life is so forgiving and free
You see the odds are against the eves
Still you see the life is commonplace enough
I wandered in my thoughts and
Wondered how is it possible!
Once I met an optimist and
I put before him my question
How he lived in this hostile world
How he survived in this realm of unreality
Why to him, this Pandora's box
Seemed to hold treasures of happiness
And he laughed and looked in
My eyes or rather inside my heart
And said "O gentleman,
It is our views and our thoughts
That makes all the difference
In fact this world is like mirror
Only reflecting our
Own thoughts and views
And it reflects back our
Own personality, interwoven
Amongst the images
And then he smiled and
Bidding me goodbye left me
To ponder over and over
But no matter how far i flung
I couldn't make out the least
Of what was spoken and advised
Now my friend now, if
You can understand what
He meant or at least what
It is supposed to meant
And if you see there is any
Sense in this nonsense poem
If only you'll call this poem
Then please mail me back.