It is close to mid-night here. Clouds are not at dense as they are in Kashmir. The sky is probably the same as out there.
Peace seldom comes easy. I don’t know if it is human character or is it a game of time but I do have accepted the fact that achieving moments of peace is not an easy task.
A better day is in making. Keep your head up and keep trying.
“Every person has a right to live, and also a right to protect their freedom ~whatever way they find convenient.”
“An enemy, a circumstance can only force you into a corner. But if you are revisiting the same corner repeatedly, it is unmistakably you.”
I ask not for a rain of roses. Two white flags will do @>– #Israel #Palestine #Peace
well, kind of a good news. Now I have my own internet connection. It means, I can write again, without limitations. (well there always are limitations but this time it won’t be having no writing pad).
For your reads
Music is called the magic wand of nature. There are doors beyond the knowledge of people, which exist around us. Doors which exist in our hearts, in our mind, in our soul which go unnoticed. They remain untouched while we spend our lives, our self living.
How we spend our time -in luxury or in pain, filled with riches or with absence, it mattes not. These doors exist. Even in our worst of moments, times when we feel like we have been abandoned, these gateways exist. Music is the magic wand of nature.
It has the strength, the codes to open those doors. It can open a new door, no matter where we are, how we are or what we state we live in.
Music gives us opportunity to understand what we can not. Is there a message hidden among these waves? If you are listening to Old German school. I couldn’t find any, I am ‘open school guy’ streets don’t teach you that. the high end stuff.
Even if there was, I fail to find it. but I know one thing that when I listen to there music – my own thoughts, my own memories line up, rush to a place I haven’t felt before.
You like the way I write or express? you like the way I find new ideas? Well then listen to music- it can teach you what your school education, your colleges can not teach you.
My words come from a dreamworld. A world that I sew with the realities of the land around me. Music is the magic wand with which I make my woolens.
Listen to him. The music that he presents- It has a beauty in it. If you will close your eyes- there is color in it; If you will keep them open and watch the people walking, the machines rushing past you -there is a dance in it. if you look at the greens around you, at the Dull – there is a painting around you. A paint that dances, changes shape.
Forget what you have in your mind for the time being; time while you listen to the works of Beethoven; it has the power to rearrange your thoughts. it can strengthen your feelings. purify your eyes.
Let me tell you all a story –
far back in time, when the snow capped northern mountains were still young. the lands were ruled by creatures of magic & wings. a clan of white and ruby colored dragons ruled the terrain. Them were beautiful not only in color & shine but also their fur was among the softest known. when they took to flight, they glided with grace of a royal. them were all a good clan, loving & understanding, most proud of their beautiful long necks, long tails and a body as huge as of the great creatures ruling the western oceans.
This story is of the time when the oceans had already started recedeing & the great clan had turned to omnivores.
it was then, that the Queen gave a peculiar egg, unlike their normal ruby colored eggs, it was a brown colored egg, with a few lines of ruby all around it.
The egg was of the Queen, thus none questioned openly, but rumours developed across the land. enough for the King to guard it himself.
On the fifth full moon, after the battle for the lower rocks had been lost to a new human King, while the tensions were still high & King was still resting with wounded soldiers, the egg hatched.
The rumours proved true, the hatchling matched with none, neither in color nor in shape. Wizards doubted it has human magic.
as it grew, thus fainted the hope of the clan. with it’s wings too small for a flight across the oceans, and paws too huge to hold on to the trees. it was declared unfit, thus banished.
but the mother, had her heart inside of him, thus his father too had to concern for him. The child thus had to leave for faraway.
but the rumours kept floating around, rumours that the boy is not far. rumours also said that the humans were climbing the hills to hunt on their lands and to pray on them. aye, the time passed by,
quick on their tales.
the time that passed in between, i know not of, but a day came, when a battle again had to be fought over the mountains.
the human King was wise and proved cleverer, when he lowered the battle over a plain, that was high above, yet had no snow,nor did it have hills for the dragons to start their glide neither were there any trees to help the winged onces.
while the human King knew of the art of calling dust storms, the dragon King had nothing for his aid.
thus, the unfortunate was written and thus played. creatures of sky had to land, or were forced by the arrows that caught their low flying body.
the battle was thus predicted to be lost, humans with their huge brown horned beasts were a superior match to the cursed dragons.
it was on the third day of the retreat, while the King was stuck in an ambush, that a miracle happened.
tiny soldiers, made of rocks, little birds, made of sand attacked the human battery. were them accompanied by dust storm, i remember not, but a brown creature moving like thudering river charged upon the human assault. unprepared, humans had to retreat.
none knew of the angel, who hath saved the day, but them did thank the lands for their saviour.
the human King tried many a times, But the magic was unbreakable
also the God that accompanied the stone soldiers, reigned fear among all.
the stand off, that lasted until the barleys were ready to be cut, ended with the human King retreating back to his town.
once cross the plains, and while they were climbing down the mountains, where snow covers the rocks. the dragons hit them again, and finished the all that was left of raiders.
The wise dragons knew at once who the dragon was, them who did not, cared not. but considered him a saviour.
when the brown armoured hero was renounced as the King, all sung praise of the gift lord had sent them, all except the King, who rested in peace and the Queen, who had ruby tears in her eyes.
economics is one thing, what i hold dearer are feelings, actions of love, togetherness, compassion, not to miss culture, family and nation.
any resolution i make, any decision we take, every remedy we apply -will turn out to be a temporary one. Talk of us, family, society, a company or nation; a lasting solution needs backing of character. Humane persists, others rise & fall.
call it family, a project, policy or a social structure; character is the back bone. care for it, preserve it, hold it dear.