Geelani’s conundrums

Hakim Iqbal
Reactions and responses are strange things and when there is a reaction in a strange land like Kashmir, the dimensions are much more than those that can be put in two dimensions. The death of OBL made news across the world and made media hysterical and euphoric. The trend did not take much time to pick up in tech savvy offices of Srinagar and almost in the same breath online dailies and popular websites like this one reproduced the news. The kiosks of towns and villages sold lots of cups of tea as people made in depth analysis of the event as they always do in Kashmir; from how Obama could or could not have done it earlier, about Pakistan’s capability or incapability, about Osama’s ill fate or worlds good fate to some even ridiculing the news. Each one had his own set of presumptions and made good arguments as Kashmiri’s do in any case whether of their interest or benefit or not. By the way, what more options are we left with than discussing things (which should have been discussed in foreign offices) in Masjids and Tuck shop benches of Mohallas? Meaningful talks are such beautiful things if you only were not to be betrayed.
The talk of Abbotabad hit the lanes of Hyderpora as well. The grand old man was glued with the TV set and was watching the discussions and all crap theories that were put forward. The sober media of New Delhi wasted no time to cash in this moment. Though they could make no headway to deal with their old opponents, they seized this opportunity to cash in at their home. The called the grand old man in Kashmir
Trin Trin, Trin Trin
Reporter X: Sir, ABCD news channel Delhi se “X” bol rahan hoon. Aap ne to suna hoga aaj ke bade kamyabee ke barey main. Kya khayal hai aap ke jenab
Geelani Sb: Dekhiyein, mein aap ko yeah baat waziyah kar dena chahata hoon ki yeh pechale eekh decade mein, us (OBL) insaan ke ghaarweein(11th)mout hai.
Reporter X: Dekhein sir, mein history nahee ponch raha aap se. Mein yeah jaana chahata hoon ke aap is operation ko kaise le rahein hai, Theekh tha, galath tha. Kripya, khool ke bole (The sole objective is the make the other person say what he wants to listen)
Geelani Sb: Mein yeah manta hoon ki duniya ka sab se bada terrorist America hai. Who poorey duniya mein musalmanoon ka dushmun hai aur us zalim ka yehi maqsad hai ke duniya se musalman neest wa nabood hoo. Magan Allah Taala hamarein saath hai aur Inshaallah rahega
Reporter X: Aap please merey sawal ka jawab dein. Kya aap maante hai ke OBL ka khatam hona duniya ke liye bade kamyabeen hai aur aur khonkhaar terrorist ka ab safaya hua hai
Geelani Sb: Dekhyein,mera yeah maan na hai ke OBL ekh neikh aadmee they aur who islam ke badtareein dushmanun ke saath lad raha tha. Who Islam ke liye lada aur hum uske maut ko shahadat kehtey hai. Par hum yeah bhe kahtey hai ke job hi hamla innocents per ho, chahey who koi bhe karta hai, who…..
Reporter X: Sun liya, Sun liya Geelani Sb. Shukriyah. Thanks
Within less than an hour the breaking news appeared all over India and this time it was neither OBL nor Obama but Geelani. News channels in Kashmir picked up and followed. The conundrums of Geelani are strange and his responses must be calculated. There is always a difference between a person who leads and the one who leads with vision and foresight.

(The characters, conversations and people are all fictitious and the story has been made farce only to convey the truth)

Environment and Indifference…

Muhyymin ul Moomin Khan

After the white snow of Chilai Qalan, spring arrived with heavenly aroma in the air, the blossoming flowers, the bright warm sunlight, the cool breeze. Alas! The things one related to Kashmir, are fast fainting into the realm of dreams and classroom stories about yesteryears “Heaven on Earth”. What used to be a part of everyone’s life everyday has to be experienced now, only on weekend visits to the hill stations of the valley?
Ironically, no one is concerned with the green turning gray. The receding snowline of ‘Kolohoi’ glacier, the receding limits of lake Dal, the shrinking water bodies, the vanishing tree lines, residential colonies coming up on agricultural lands, the hotels standing taller than the forests and through which echoed the cheerful chirps of the carefree wildlife, are not the things which anyone in their homes or in their offices would have a discourse about. And if by fate, this thing comes up, we, very pleasurably pass on the blame to the demon named “Global Warming”. “What have I done?”, “how can I help?”, “it is not my fault…” these are the common excuses which we come up with, when pulled into environmental related discussions. Read more of this post

Eternal & Platonic and so Extravagant

Aditya Almora

I have remained besotted with nature, I have appreciated the rising sun, often empathized with it when it sets, I have seen gold and silver ornamenting the neighbourhood when others portend thunder. Those birds chirping early morning sounds music to me, the winds often whispered in my ears and we together created notes of music at the solitary top of those hills.

The rains brought me memories of childhood, of the paper boats that never sailed, of the art of origami that I so much desired but never comprehended. These trees they have stood here for long, they were always the older, caring members of the locality, and so vivid are those evenings when they counselled me through the hedges and rocks. Read more of this post

The Wedding Adventure…

Anees Zargar

It is not only snow abodes, gushing waters or green valleys that people of Kashmir are blessed with but this place is heaven for adventure sports. Apart from trekking in high mountain peaks, River rafting in fast streams, going for a wedding party in a curfew is yet another adventurous sport people prefer nowadays. I myself have tried it few days back and trust me, it is breathtaking and once in a lifetime experience. My cousin brother got married last week and I owe him for giving me this opportunity.

My first task after leaving for marriage ceremony was to face some ten to fifteen police and paramilitary force right outside my house. As I walked near they greeted me with words, “Tu kahan marne jaa raha hai? Where are you going to die?” Read more of this post

The Days When We All Wept…

Azaan Javaid

The first visuals that shook us were that of Tufail Matoo. As this young boy in his early teens lay still on a stretcher, one could see his head split wide open due to the bullet injury. I could not only see the dead boy but the dreams in his hollow eyes which were vanishing slowly one by one. I thought to myself that did he even in his wildest imagination dreamt of not coming back alive from the play ground where he was shot..All that I used to think while I was playing as a kid was returning home and see the lit up face of my mother. How unfortunate must the mother be as she received the body of her only lad soaked in blood? We wept for Tufail. We wept for all those who had the same fate and we wept for the ones whom they left behind. We wept for the whole day.

As the funeral of a young boy was passing through the curfewed streets, it was fired at .The crowd eventually had to run for cover. All of them ran but one didn’t. The last one standing was the father of the slain whose body now was lying on the street amongst the heap of dust and rocks. He didn’t isolate his dead son. I wondered what was it that he protecting him from. His son was a free soul and at peace, at least that’s what we want to believe. Read more of this post

A Tale: Absorbing and Cruel…

Aditya Almora

I have tried to write about Kashmir on many occasions and on all occasions I failed desperately. To me and certainly for many it is a complex, strewn issue. There are enough perspectives to the entire tale. I say tale because I dislike calling it a controversy. As I cannot be factual and honest at the same time, and I guess being factual shall not satisfy me once I have completed this piece, thus I may be more of a lunatic traversing end to end on an issue that consumes the intellect of the nation.

Do not ask me to be specific and to be ordained, nothing on Kashmir seems to be predictable and there is nothing like a destined line when I discuss an account that has engrossed the governments, armies and sentiments of ‘two and a half nations.’

Kashmir has been the place of Aadam Aziz the grandfather of the hated and loved Saleem Sinai our fabled Midnight Child, the state caressed by the love and acclaims of the grand Mughals, the state christened paradise, the land of the Kashyaps. Today it stands with all its identities unsure which to stand with and which to discard. It contemplates whether to embrace the anger or continue with the disconcerting calm, Kashmir muses upon participatory politics and the separatism. And tired of the unending cogitation, it seems it discards all.

For years I have marvelled at the beauty of both Kashmir and ironies related to it. But for the northern most state of India it is a cruel irony. The heaven on earth is tarnished by pain, violence and the intense politicization of its dismay on the national and the international platform. The Place which should have been the most peaceful area of the subcontinent troubles the whole region whenever it’s discomforting stillness and silence gives way to slightest ruffling. It’s hard to think about Kashmir, to think of the iniquity that this land of beauty has seen. It’s disturbing to go through the various lost opportunities of the past when this place would have risen as what Gandhi called “the distinguished land of hope.” Read more of this post

Purpose of Life

Khan Imran

Fool lives to eat and a Wise man eats to live”. But then a question remains for what purpose does the wise man live?

Living life is the most wonderful thing in this world. Everybody wants to live for more years. Even I too would like to live for as many years as I can but that’s not possible.

The reason being, Allah says in Quran,

KULLU NAFSIN ZAYKATUL MAUT” i.e. every soul has to taste the death. Then Allah says in Quran:


In this verse Allah wants to say that “everything is going to get finished, the only thing that will remain is Almighty Allah”. From these two verses we come to know that one day we have to leave this materialistic world.

Before writing something more on this beautiful topic I expect all of you to think about a question that should come in one’s mind before telling that I want to live for more and more years. Why I am here and what is the purpose of life?

Allah (SWT) states in the Quran (2:30) that: