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    Rediff Iland has always been my personal space, where i had my own friends, who shared, collaborated, encouraged, and were part of a community. I had started with Rediff Iland when it just started and all the people i have as friends on the list are those who have been part of that concept. But over the years they have all moved and when i come back to the site i feel lonely and an alien i wish I had the old community back.

    Rediff blogs is no longer the same, while I am told it is different and better (technologically), but it is not for me. So i am moving out. If i have to write without the community i found wordpress much better. So that is where i am moving out to. Any way Rediff Blogs is nothing more than a Rediff facade on wordpress. The blog platform is wordpress.

    I wonder what compelled Rediff to move us out of Rediff Iland. The concept was so different from regular blogging. It was more of a community blog and place for strangers to meet, talk, deliberate and feel nice. We already have blogger, wordpress, yahoo, Facebook and the list continues….Iland was an innovative. But the bosses at Rediff did not feel so and our ilands were caught in an unexpected tidal wave and we either got stranded like me or sunk like many other ilanders that i knew before.

http://sunilscove.wordpress.com/  that is my new online address. I have migrated from here and was able to re-establish. The entire process was like migrating from one house to another. I wanted all my posts, my friends, their comments and everything to replicate at wordpress and after a 6 hrs. haggling at Rediff blogs site i was able to move. (I hope to post how to migrate from Rediff blogs, in a different post following this, i thought this post is not the place)

    I will still try to replicate the posts of wordpress here, it is like one yearning to visit his childhood home once in a while, and feel all nostalgic about it. So u still can leave a comment here if you want to would make me feel nice to see the site still alive. While I will still keep visiting and reading Rediff blogs, I wish all you guys a great journey ahead, both in life and your blog.

To all my friends or anyone who want to read and contribute on my blog do visit me at wordpress.

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O stranger, afraid in a world I never made,

Prisoned heart, guilty of fear,

As flocks feareth  the wolf,

the crops the storm, and the trees the wind

I crouch in agony, fearing fear, devoid of life

O, how vain and vile a passion,

Kaiser of hell, master of a wraith

What maketh  me you do?

The concessions of the week the ordain of fear,

Chiseling strangers of blood, from the yarning of kin

Thy can’t hurt me more than a dream

shall take your council no more

thou can’t kill me from the fear of thee

In a vacuous life, lies there no hope

Vanquish fear, for there is not anything to hope

Flowers bloom at the edge of darkness

With the smell of love, free from you

Lieth in the womb of my imagination

You shall lead my life no more

O, the fire of  icarian wings, Burn me not, and let me free

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A Day of introspection….

‘Message from Kashmir is clear. We want freedom’

http://tinyurl.com/2w25jyy

I was going through Rediff chat with Mirwaiz Umer Farooq chairman of the moderate faction of the All Party Hurriyat Conference. I wanted to understand the rationale of a separatist faction leader and their cry for Azzadi. (check the link above for the same).While this particular read did not give me the insight into the rationale it helped clear my thought about Kashmir

As people of India we are absolutely uninformed of the ground reality of Kashmir. While we feel wretched to see, Kashmir bleed and debate on national television, about the plight of Kashmir and blame Pakistan and Foreign terrorists for all the chaos, the truth is, the average Kashmiri does not believe they are part of India, they never did. They hold the Indian political juggernaut responsible for every ill that is there in the state of Kashmir. The aam Kashmiri feel he is subjugated by the Indian government deprived off all freedom and his only salvation is when he is part of a Kashmir governed by Kashmiris.

 There is a cleft on the map of India, a divide that we are very familiar with; we fought the British for nearly 200 on the edge of the cleft. It is the fissure that separates a persecutor and persecuted - a psychological state of mind that fails to reason and comprehends logic. No amount of talks can close that gap. From a Kashmiri viewpoint, India swapped places with Britain post 1947. Nothing has changed. The chaos of the 1900 has moved from Delhi, Calcutta and Bombay to the streets of Srinagar. Pelting the security forces is but a natural progression - a show of dissent, a foolhardy notion of trying to fight the army with stones. The consequences are always the same, someone will shoot and lives will be lost, the cleft grows into a gorge and keeps growing.

That brings us to question that has been disturbing me from the morning. Did we actually swap places with Britain? Are we really the oppressor in Kashmir? Are people really dying because of atrocities of sovereign, socialist, secular, democratic republic of India? Or am I just being naïve and got muddle up reading the propaganda of a terrorist.

After a long thought I believe India could not have replaced the imperialist Britain. We do not have the political clout or the aggression that is required to be an imperialist. To hold the flag of a conqueror requires strong political leadership, unnerving guts, clear strategy, cunning tactics and supportive public opinion. If I gave you a questionnaire and asked choose the qualities of the Indian political from the above? I am sure the answer would be “None of the above”. For the last fifty-five years our leaders have been elected based on the same philosophy. Roti Kapda and Makaan, and the world largest democracy continue to elect the same leaders even when they continue to fail them. Our political system has a five year focus from an election to an election and they cannot think beyond that. A political and government system that cannot even conduct a simple CWG I am not sure has the clout or the ability to annex a country and rule it like a despot. History reads that India as a country never annexed any other country, we spent more than a millennia fighting among over selves. We never had the time to think beyond.

 Kashmir is just a result of failed foreign policy of one man…Nehru. I am not a political analyst to evaluate why Nehru did what he did but I agree that going to UN was a blunder. By agreeing that we will give people of Kashmir the right to determine if they want to part of Indian Union is same like asking the Marathis if they want to be part of India. By agreeing to that in the UN we have politically divided the country into India and occupied India read Kashmir. Reading our history we also come to know Hyderabad was annexed so was Goa by the Indian union, but we do not see such disturbances there because these were integrated into the union and then there was an amalgamation of cultures and finally there was an integrated India. But with Kashmir we maintained the divide. The divide was exploited well by all those who had vested interests. 

Digressing a little if we see Punjab in the same light the unrest in 80’s and 90’s in Punjab was a similar situation. The fight for Khalisthan was again a result of a failed internal policy of the daughter of the man who failed in Kashmir. While i am awed by the strength and willpower of the Iron lady I fail to admire her for everything else. But the reason why Khalisthan never became reality is that people of Punjab never felt they were not part of India. They were like the disgruntled teenager who got upset vented her anger; the result was the parent paying for a new dinner set. It was an expensive, wasteful and a lost decade for Punjab and India. But Kashmir seems to be different. The Average Kashmiri does not feel like a son but feels he is a kid in a foster home held against his will. While the foster parent does what is good for him the kid always finds a reason to disapprove of the same. I guess the same is with Kashmir. We failed to make an average Kashmiri feel part of the family. We also failed to communicate that we are on the same side of the river bank and look forward to crossing the river together. I have not seen the govt. initiate anything towards that. We have elections and corruptions but that beyond that I am not sure if there was anything that was done systematically over the period to integrate Kashmir with it brothers.

I cannot dwell on what should be done or what can be done; I guess I do not have the expertise in public administration or political science. I am just a proud Indian and who will not accept anything but a completely integrated Kashmir with the Union of India. I am just an Indian who want to see people of Kashmir happy and reap the benefits of an emerging India. I am just an Indian who loves his country and his people and want to see my country prosper and grow. But I assume this can only happen when the people on the streets of Kashmir feel they are part of India. While I hope my people in Kashmir find the right path back to home and stop wandering in the forest, I wish my government sends a search party to bring them back.

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2 held for allegedly raping 20-yr-old student




http://tinyurl.com/378kdya (The Article)

    The headline blares at me from my monitor and i am in a state of indescribable agony. I am filled with rage of how this keeps happening in our capital and we are so accustomed to the news that it is no longer news. I like everyone else feel uncomfortable to read the headline and even more difficult go through the article.

But what churned my bile and burnt my heart is the viewpoint of the readers of the article. There is one

Ravi Joshi of Mumbai who has the following to say

Another Mr. Kapil Paniker has this to say

Mr. Joshi and Mr. Kapil….are you really serious when you write something like that as a response to such a heinous crime….that the victim is responsible for the crime. While i agree she should have shown more restraint and caution before befriending someone, does she deserve what has happened to her? And you in your screwed up mental state congratulate her….

Hidden in the fine print of what these morons have written is the root cause of why these keep happening in India and Delhi in particular. It is the public apathy and belief that the victim was wrong and so she deserves it.

Why did she wear short dress….Well the article never mentioned that she was in a short dress but it was assumed that she would have been in a skimpy dress and enticed the guy so he raped her. She deserved it because she wanted it…..God have mercy!! Where is the logic….

This is all western culture….i have travelled the world. The beaches of Miami and France are adorned with women in beautiful bikinis…i have not heard of Alfa male going and raping them because they are dressed so…so why blame the western culture. This is inherently Indian culture where the men think it is ok to rape….and the system lets them get away with it. Both the judiciary and the social systems are responsible and share the blame. I have no comment on the political system because I have given up hope on it longtime ago.

I also wonder why can’t a girl go to a pub or a disco dressed in what she believes is appropriate and have a good time just like her male compatriots without being ambushed by sex starved males.

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Long vacant corridors, gloomy underworld

Antediluvian bench, serpentine walls,

away from the crowd of the heathen city,

which preys on souls, my sanity,

I search for peace, alone, on the benches of afterworld

Iniquitous banks, bizarre politics

Worthless paper, wretched stocks

Another day in the cellars of glass and steel

I grasp my soul, my slippery eel

Here I crouch in peace, alone, my own narcotic fix

Two lone tykes, shepherd behind,

Saccharine demons, devil incarnates

Cacophony from the entrails of blazing hell

Cracking my soul, my oyster shell

As I watch in horror, alone, with my thoughts entwined

Lone shepherd, dory eyes

Absonant love, wanton pride,

Watching his herd and the execrable menace

The Silent stare, his only penance

There I lie aghast, alone, under the twilight skies

Solitary smile, mistress of pleasure

Bitter happiness, from unruliness

Sheepdog in love with the amuck sheep

Solitary tear, soul deep

I wonder in awe, alone, with my mute zither (musical instrument)

�

With a long sigh I call my foe,

��Wherefore hast thou serv’d me so? Was I thy foe ?

How then have I deserved this of thee? I comprehend it not!

that thine heard shouldst rob me of my solitude

The fault lieth with none but thee

For heard is as good as the shepherd is�

The Shepherd gave a somber smile,

�I am thy slave by the act of guilt,

Thou shouldst punish me as thine wisdom pleads

Pardon the lads, the fault lieth with none but me,

The tyranny of their sorrow ist their life afore

�

Fate hasth robed their mother,

I just had to have her buried

Three moths is all I have before I meet her sanguine soul

as thinkest I� to do whatfore, thou shalt let their spirits live�

�

two lone tykes, angel eyes

walking with their Shepard

on these benches of the underworld

As my eyes brim in horror, I am but myself all alone

sunil varma

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The Looming Horror!

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Walking in to the office early in the morning I watch in horror the headline glaring at me, a small background on the same, members from a obscure and useless organization called sri ram sena raided a Pub or a club called amnesia in Mangalore and terrorized every one there specially the girls claiming that the women were indulging in ‘immoral activities’ opposed to Hindu culture.

For heavens sake, do there imbeciles even understand the concept of either Hinduism or culture. What right do they have to dictate morals when these uncouth mongrels are nothing more than uncultured brutes working as mercenaries for another set of imbeciles called the politicians of the country?

What is funny is the process of� taking the name of a god and creating a dal is similar to our political system which creates parties based on the leader rather than ideologies. Bajrang Dal, Ram sena, shiv Sena and may be some one yet to come we have quite a few gods in our faith. Vishnu dal, indr bal, mata ka putr, ganesh sena etal. Even more funny is we are going to elect them to power and suffer indiscriminately. �

We Indians look at atrocities of fanatics across the world specially the Muslim world and feel safe that, the same is not going to happen here because Hinduism does not preach violence… Though there were always stray and sporadic incidents, but in the last few years we have been competing with Taliban and Al-Qaeda to create the new India. But this talibanisation of my country and my culture is unacceptable to me. I whish we can cut this cannibalistic weed at it bud before it becomes a creeper and creeps my country

�

�While I am sure this is a vent of my frustration on a popular blog I am deeply disturbed and fell really sad

�

sunil

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New life

Psychedelic colors, Mint cooled air

Life, just, true and fair

Soft the zephyr blows, Dream a dream,

Basking on the banks, the nimble stream.

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Odious Warren  

Beautiful vista, small though�

Benevolent sky, a falling kite,

Swaying in blue a triangle white

Free as child an insouciant sway

Played the skies, its playful way

Bid the wind on each swing

Now it falls like a king

There is beauty in the fall

Beautiful vista, small though

Spirited garden, a growing tot

Teetering in green a yellow dot

Spirit of eagle the ardous search

First ten steps, the adulation of church

Treads the ground the operose path

Now it falls, aah!!  the mud bath

There is beauty in the fall

Beautiful vista, small though

Oaky door, a budding tear

Budding in the yellow a silver sphere

Love of the lover, the clinging hand

The golden glow of a eternal stand

Heart is full, for it is a wedding ring

Now it falls in one string

There is beauty in the fall

The setting sun,

The autumn setting,

The falling river,

The snow falling�.there is beauty in the fall

So why should I live a life like this

Stringed to machines,  life amiss

With a beautiful vista but a small door

Can not feel the warmth of the wooden floor

I lived like a soaring kite

Twenty years a great sight

When there is beauty in the fall

Why confine me to this wall

sunil

*Dedicated to all the brave soals who are terminally ill but cant be free because of legal issues related to euthanasia

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For long time it seemed to me

That life is yet to be

Life I would Say..

Just ’round the corner, it lay

But for this small, Debt to pay

There is no more traverse en-way.

Blissful Gloss.. amorous way

Bright and Shining, no cold day

Life is like the leafy sway

No more tempests, just the breezy bay

Life would begin I would say,

Just around the corner it lay,

But for this small, errand on way,

It is going to be happy and gay.

Crimson red�butterfly ray

Chaste Trance is there to stay

Life is like an exultant play

Without restraint, like the Chinese clay

Life would bloom I would say

Around the corner it lay

But for this small, job today

It is going to be the just belle(t)

            Sandy beach…Cherry sorbet

            Clement spring, no harsh May

Life is like that Easter day

No more dolor, just a amaranthine holiday

Then it dawned on this day..

MY life started a long time away

In search diamond, Ah! The charcoal grey

what I missed, prismatic display

Real life is a cafe au le..

Bliss and galore in one bouquet

Ambers and cambers are here to stay�

Crusades are going to wanton away

For this is life, and it started when I was born one fine day

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