Friday, November 28, 2008

Jinhe naaz hai hind pe wo kahan hai???

I started to feel the goose bumps all over my body. I don’t know if that was due to the cold that I was feeling since morning or it was because I just heard about Sabina Sehgal Saikia. She is a consulting editor and a food critic in Times of India. She was in Mumbai and got stuck in the situation inside the Taj Hotel. She was continuously sending messages to her family and friends. She was hiding under her bed and had closed the lights of her room. Her last message was a frightening one saying “They are in my bathroom”. After this SMS to her husband no call or message got her reply.
Seems just like a movie na? But this is not a movie, this is life! And a tough life I must say. There was never a guarantee card of life, but nowadays it’s not the guarantee of life that matters the most, but it’s the scared feeling of ‘how will we die’ that frightens us the most.
We don’t know if we will die in a bus while returning home from the office, or in a train while going to meet our loved ones, or in an aeroplane while going to a hospital to get rid of a severe disease, or in a hotel while resting from a hard day’s work.
The human life is not safe anywhere. We are always at risk. We can die anywhere, anytime. Even at this moment I’m not sure if I will be able to see tomorrow’s sunrise… or should I say I’m not even sure to see today’s sunset.
These things make us helpless. We feel disgusted by such acts, but we are not able to completely stop them. Even if we raise our voice it doesn’t matter to anyone. Either we will get killed or something so heinous will happen to us or our family members that we will stop raising our voice forever.
And even if we do raise our voice, our own people will protest against us. People of our own country even of our own community. Yes, even where we live… that place is also not safe for us. You never know when you’ll be tagged as a Hindu/Muslim, black/white, Bihari/Marathi, and the list will be endless.
Let me tell you guys my own example. Today when we were discussing about the chaos of the Taj and Oberoi, one of the employee of the company casually said, “Ma’am don’t go to Karachi.” I didn’t know why he said that to me, but then I realised that he was perhaps discriminating me because of my religion. Again this same day I gave a thousand rupee note to someone for some reason and that same employee (who I mentioned about just now) took my note and began to joke that the note was not a genuine one because, “Here it is not written India, it’s written Pak…” and he smiled at me. I wanted to hit him hard where it hurts the most but I controlled myself.
This humiliation is not only suffered by me, but by many others in this country, in this world, even in their separate localities.
We always talk about fighting against a similar cause, but it can’t be done unless and until we drop all differences and put on a garb of unity.
How thick skinned can you be that you’ll cry on your own loss but will like to see other people suffering? Is this the world we want our next generation to breathe in? Is this the world where we ourselves want to live?
No doubt it is a bit difficult to change the mentality of a whole community or a country, but we can try to at least change the mind sets of the few people we come across in our day-to-day life.
I don’t know if I will change anybody’s mind set through my writing but I just wanted to express my helplessness.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

THE CALL.

He woke up when the alarm beeped and sat upright on the bed . He was glad to be on leave. He had made plans for the whole day. He would meet all his friends and have a blast.
He was having his breakfast when his phone rang.
‘Hello?’
‘Is this Dex Carr?’ a stern voice demanded.
‘Yes, I’m speaking. And you?’
‘It’s your boss,’ the voice fumed.
‘Oh,’ Dex was confused, ‘Good morning sir. I’m sorry I couldn’t recognize your voice. Is everything fine? How did you like my report?’
‘You call that a report?’ the voice thundered. ‘Come to the office immediately. I think we have serious matters to discuss.’
‘But sir,’ Dex was helpless, ‘I’m on a two-day leave.’
‘I don’t care if you are on a month’s vacation. Come immediately or be ready to get fired tomorrow.’
The phone was disconnected.

Dex did not know what to do. He had waited so long for this day. But now his job was at stake.
He quickly went for a shower and got dressed. Then he opened his briefcase and filled some files in it. In a few minutes he left.
He started the ignition of the car and cursed his boss. Just after a few minutes Dex remembered that his car’s tank was almost empty. Dex did not have time to fill the tank so he quickly jumped out of the car, cursed his stars, and left to get a cab.
Dex checked his watch. It was going to be late, he thought and began walking fast looking for a cab or a bus.
Walking along the road, he did not notice two petty thieves following him. They came closer to Dex. While one of them pushed him down on the road, the other took Dex’s briefcase and ran.
Dex shouted at them and quickly stood up. He ran after them. But they were too fast.. He still tracked them and when Dex came to a corner he saw his briefcase lying on the floor in a battered state with his files and papers scattered all over.
The thieves were looking for the money. Unable to find any, they vent all their anger on these files and briefcase.
Dex collected his files and papers, left his briefcase, and went for a bus. As soon as he boarded the bus, Dex sat down and rechecked his files.
When he left the bus he felt thirsty and went to a small shop for a cold-drink. His hand went into his pocket but Dex realized that his wallet was gone. Oh my God! Dex thought, someone picked my wallet when I was on the bus.
Poor thirsty Dex went on foot for sometime but his stars were still not on his side. The sole of his shoe broke and now he could not even walk properly.
As Dex was crossing the road someone accidentally pushed him and his papers flew in the air. Dex was quickly collecting them but a motorbike came and hit him from the back.
When Dex opened his eyes he saw a crowd stooping over him. Dex sat up groggily and realized that he was lying on the footpath with only half of his papers.
‘Are you okay, mister?’ one person asked.
‘Where are you going?’ the other asked.
‘Can we help in anyway?’ another asked.
Dex stood up and collected his papers, ‘No, thank you. I’m fine.’

When Dex reached the office, he was in a pathetic condition. The receptionist stared at Dex from head to toe and called after him.
‘It’s me, Dex Carr,’ he shouted back at her.
Raising a brow, she resumed her work quietly.

Dex knocked at his boss’s door.
‘Come in,’ his boss ordered.
‘Sir, I’m sorry I’m late,’ Dex was palpitating.
His boss looked at Dex in disgust, ‘Dex, what is wrong with you? What are you doing here like this? I thought you were on a two-day leave.’
Dex was perplexed, ‘But sir, you called me in the morning and said that you wanted to discuss something about my report.’
‘I called you?’ his boss was confused. ‘No, I didn’t.’
‘But ... then who...’ Dex collapsed on a chair.



In a room, five college going kids were sitting with a telephone and a directory between them. They all were guffawing.
‘Wow, that was a good one,’ one said.
‘Let us try the letter ‘K’ now,’ the other said.
‘Okay! How about Mr. Peter Kent?’ the third said.

THE END.

JUNIOR TERRORISM.


The temperature was low enough to be called chilly, still her hands were clammy and beads of perspiration glittered on her bright brow. Zish came into the room and looked at his wife.
“ Why are you so tensed, dear? I’m only going a thousand miles away and that too for a few days.”
She looked at one of the four moons and then at her child who was lilac in color with pink curly hair and four cute little hands.
Qiffy replied, “ I’m not worrying because you’re going, but I’m worried about my child. What will happen to our son if something unfortunate happened to you? And you didn’t even name him yet.”
Zish said, “ When I’ll come back I’ll tell you what we shall call him. And nothing will happen to me or my son. Don’t you remember what King Xex said ? ‘ We are the most powerful creatures in the whole universe’ ? Now, you don’t worry about me. Give me a good smile, a great hug and bid me farewell.”
Qiffy tried to smile, hugged her husband and Zish went.
Once again Qiffy was alone in her room with only her son sleeping on her lap. She tried to recall what happened in the past few months.

* * * * *

Zish and Qiffy were having lunch when King Xex sent a wireless message to Zish that the creatures of Planet Jupiter had challenged the creatures of Saturn for a war in space between the two planets. Zish left his half-eaten supper and went to the King’s Palace.
After a few hours, Zish came home to take his automatic guns and gadgets. On asking he said, “ I have to go, dear. But don’t worry everything will be alright.”
Qiffy was disturbed but tried to calm herself down. She turned on the T.V but only one thing on every channel ‘Jupiter versus Saturn, who will win?’
She switched off the T.V and went to her son. He was only two months old but could walk easily. He could say only three words clearly – Mama , Dada, and Fooda.
The war continued for over two months and lastly the Saturnians won the war.
That night Zish and Qiffy were having dinner together after so many days. Zish said, “ Qiffy, I think we can beat any planet in a battle now because if we can beat Jupiter then I think beating any other planet will be much easier.”
Qiffy said, “ Yes, of course dear! When you can beat such a powerful planet then all those small planets hardly have a chance in front of you.”
The next day Zish went to King Xex and asked him to challenge the Planet Earth.

* * * * *

Now Qiffy was blaming herself that had she not said those words Zish would not have gone so far for a war.
There, outside the King’s Palace, was the Saturnian spaceship which was boomerang shaped.
Zish along with fifty thousand other soldiers went into the spaceship and after a few seconds they were out of sight, up and away.

After only 25 days someone knocked at Qiffy’s door. In the automatic camera she saw that it was Zish. She hurriedly opened the door. Both of them were very happy to see each other. But Qiffy asked Zish how come he was back so soon?
Zish replied, “ We were, at first, waiting for the right time to attack. But it was difficult for us to find that right time because after every minute there were some explosions and destructions on the Earth. Then at last after so much of waiting we came to the conclusion that let them first handle their personal wars at present and if after these wars anyone is still left alive on the Earth then we’ll go and challenge him.”
Zish turned back and saw his son running towards him. He lifted him in his arms and said, “ Well, dear, I know what we should call him, ‘ TERRORISM ’. It is something on Earth but it sure is really popular out there.”

THE END.