Experiencing TERRORISM through Closed Doors of MIND

Wednesday night was not a usual night for me, it was not a night for me to find comfort on my bed, it was not a night when my eyes slept with solace, rather, it was a night of fear in my mind, and it was a night of insecurity as I was staying alone. Though not in Mumbai, my heartbeat stopped for umpteen number of times seeing the terrorist attack on Taj in Mumbai. Enough has been said, enough has been done and enough has been tolerated in the name of “Jihad”, not anymore.

Seeing those images on television and reading headlines at midnight, what hurt me the most was, the terrorists were “young boys” around 22-25 who were used for this operation. This is the age where the boys have high aspiration and want to do something for themselves and rise high in their life, but it's sad to see guns in their hands and killing people mercilessly. Are we so helpless?? Don't we realize that in the name of religion, a lot has been destroyed including innocent minds which have been brainwashed to carry such activity? All these events in the last 2 days have impacted me a lot and I took some time to read the diaries of these terrorists and understand their psychology. Going through articles on web, I gained a lot of insight on how these innocent individuals are moulded and influenced to carry heinous crimes which they tag under “Martyrism”. One of the Jihadis said in his personal dairy is “The only education they undergo is RELIGION”. For them, guerilla war involved "sacrifice for Allah". I happened to come across a cathartic journey of a jihadi who was caught and kept inside a jail, where he has penned down his memory. As a teenager, he was being exposed to the extremists group and their ideologies. The only thing in his mind was “not to lead a normal life” like his elder brother whom he condemned saying that it was against “Allah”. His diary offers a chilling, fragmented, self-portrait of a young Muslim man not only disaffected with Western society, but with other Muslims unwilling to join in jihad. All in the name of Allah, this was the only way to go heaven. I also came across a letter written by a 21 yr old who was studying in medicine in Sydney and his decision to become a Jihad. He says “Western patients look at me as if I'm a frog. They don't wish to speak English to me. How can I spend five to six years with them? A disillusioned Ul-Haque wanted to take part in a jihad with the militant Islamic terrorist group Lashkar-e-Taiba (LeT), fighting the Indian Army for the freedom of Kashmir. And he would fight to his death to become a martyr. But after finishing the 20-day Ul-Haque decided combat was not for him and he returned to Sydney but was convicted 25 years of jail.

According to Mr. Sageman, Jihad process has four stages. The initial trigger is a sense of moral outrage, usually over some incident of Muslim suffering in Iraq, Palestine, Chechnya or elsewhere. This acquires a broader context, becoming part of what Mr Sageman calls a “morality play” in which Islam and the West are seen to be at war. In stage three, the global and the local are fused, as geopolitical grievance resonates with personal experience of discrimination or joblessness. And finally the individual joins a terrorist cell, which becomes a surrogate family, nurturing the jihadist world-view and preparing the initiate for martyrdom. Many Muslims pass through the first three phases; only a few take the final step.

It’s so true that “Hate is not inherited but taught and believe me these young jihadis are taught to hate and kept away from living a peaceful life. The thing which is taught to these innocent children in schools is “We, the Muslims are good and the rest of the world, the Non-Muslims, is evil. And therefore, Good and Evil will fight and Good will eventually win through human sacrifices.” which was not true, the dream of children were molested every night when they heard shootings, yelling and screaming from the streets and alleys. Atrocities and continuous atrocities on these children have left nothing other than hatred which takes human toll in the form of bombings, killing and a brutal set of events which end the “LIFE” of thousands with a fullstop.

ROCKSTAR LIFE

"I want to live a life for sometime; I want to live everything within no time
Living my dreams keeping aside my worries, I want to live a life worth a lifetime"

A little bit of this and a little bit of that, a little bit of everything is all I want, that’s what makes my life a “Rockstar Life”. Not everyone gets a chance to be a Bill Gates making million dollar fortune or not everyone is born with a million dollar fortune. Not everyone gets to live with their dream on a bigger canvas, not everyone gets the adulation from everyone. I do not know what will happen in the future but definitely know how I can build my present. I do not want to live by fears, do not want to worry for the unknown nor do I linger on what others think about me. I neither want to be a demure face nor do I want a face recognized by all. I do not want my boat to be tied near the sea shore nor do I want my boat facing the wrath of the sea. I do not want to be loved by all nor do I want to hate all.

A life of few days but a life of innumerable moments, moments of anguish and pain, moments of sheer happiness, moments of love and hatred is all I want. A life not so long or too short, life full of music and a bit of emptiness, life filled with ambitions and a bit of restlessness, filled with fun and laughter and a bit of loneliness is a life I crave for. Life surrounded by beauties and sometimes besides unprivileged, sometime playing with the children and serving the old ones sometime. Driving Ferrari for a day and walking on the roads filled with dust is a life that excites me, a night in a cruiser and a day in an island, trekking mountains and discovering places is a life that I want. Shaking legs in a discotheque with girls sometimes and sometimes enjoying the music of nature in a chilling night in a desert is a life that will make me happy. Sometimes chanting prayers in a temple and sometimes experiencing ordeals with my friends is a life to die for.

All I want is a “Rockstar Life”, sometimes full and sometimes empty. I will find a way to my life for I want my life to be lived with all its glory. Why to waste time in cribbing when there are so many things to do.

"I want to live a life any day, coz I will be a happy man some day,
Days passing like wind so soon; I want to live my life today"

“WORD”ROBE Malfunction

This is something which I have been hearing since long, thanks to Shobhaa De, “Politically Correct” has been the most widely used term, in most impolitically places and no matter how conscious we are, sometimes, we are a victim of “Word”robe malfunction, a slip of tongue and we are in the midst of problems. The most prepared and the best speakers can be in the trap of a faux pas, sometimes it’s a choice and sometimes the impromptu situations act as a catalyst.

Well, I am not writing a “Robin Sharma” piece of article giving gyan to people, what I am writing here is definitely a piece of shit, it’s about the incredible and unstoppable people who do not even think once before making a public speech and call themselves the “Best of the lot”. It’s difficult to fathom my thoughts especially in this post as I have decided to talk about people who make all kinds of mistake in a conversation and mend the ocean of errors with one word “SORRY”. And, sorry, I am not one of them. Speakers and writers like me who always don’t like to be controversies favourite child prefer to generalize situations and people and then attack on them, for e.g, expose yourself to everyone and then tell “It’s aesthetic and if you have it, flaunt it”. I must say, good slogan for prostitutes and how can I forget the politicians. They have literally molested the beauty of words with their filthy talks and promises which is a bright example of “Wordrobe Malfunction in anonymity”. I am reminded of a girl, who had possibly a crush on a friend of mine and while in a discussion over a cup of coffee, she says , “Well, I am actually looking for a flat, so do Naman (name changed), possibly we both can share the flat”, ugh….I am not at all writing with a middle class notion in my mind, what I want to say is to be clear and precise, your intensions might be sacred enough, but your words are not. I have seen people going publicly declaring their love and affection for a person, then one fine day, they break up , which is quite common and when asked, they say “ It’s very private and it’s JUST a failed relationship”. Good going, youths should learn from these public figures how to f*** around with n number of people and tag it as “FAILED RELATIONSHIPS”. And, then there are people, worst among the lot who has succeeded in “Wordrobe Malfunction” and let me tell you they are proud of it. And, you can catch them everyday and have a sneak peek at their foolishness, you just need to switch on the TV and most important, you should have curiosity to know what’s happening around you and what appears infront of your eyes is a sheer farce, bold letters flashing on your screen one by one, filled with utter crap, no less interesting than an Ekta Kapoor drama. Well, I am not at all attacking Ekta Kapoor in this post, thankfully, two of the biggest bores on TV History (which was not when it started) have tactfully ended, and I thank her.

Well, I have tried my best not to commit “Wordrobe Malfunction” in my post and thankfully, I have succeeded in it. I am happy and gay about it….

Disclaimer: This is a post which is not to be taken seriously, not to be read seriously, and not to be talked about seriously, it’s only to be “UNDERSTOOD” seriously.