Without You

Without you there's no fun

Without you how will the morning come

Without you inside me there's no life

Without you there's only strife

Without you the reasons to sleep are none

Without you the beauty of the moon is all gone

Without you my pen has fallen silent

Without you all the flowers are spent

Without you my life's empty

Without you the heaven has lost its clarity

Without you i have not slept

Without you even the gods have wept!!

The story of the ring and the pendant-2

As more and more time passed Huarez came to be known as a healer and a preacher of love and harmony. However he never went back to his home town which he felt was no longer his own. The situation too in the country had deteriorated. The constant wars under the present ruler and his ambitions of making his capital the best in the region led to a severe financial crisis.The peaceful protests for food, clothes, shelter, reforms etc turned violent with mobs attacking all governmental properties and  houses of the rich. The army which had been armed and bred to fight against enemies now was turned towards its own people. This led to many officers and ordinary soldiers deserting the army to join with the protest movements. 

One day when Shirin and a few other noble ladies were playing cards at the ladies club, a mob of 70 men surrounded the house and started torching it. When they realised that the residents were all ladies they went in and raped and killed them. Not a single one survived.

When Alahgehra heard of this treacherous and heinous act he went back to the city and killed everyone whom he thought was involved including the nephew of the Governor who was the owner of the club. This news caused panic among all residents of the city. They began to term Alahgehra as the devil. However when he realised his crime he felt very sorry. But now where ever he went people just ran away from him. Even his best friends deserted him fearing that they would be targeted by the mobs.

The governor on his part persuaded the king to intervene and banish Alahgehra. When Alahgehra heard this news he broke. He could not come to terms with the fact that he had killed so many people or with the fact that the lands and the king whom he had served so diligently had now thrown him out. He re-called how many times he had saved his comrades on the battlefield and how many times he had single handed won battles and changed the course of wars. This questioning and counter questioning drove him mad. The next day he was put in a cage, taken to the border and thrown in the surrounding forests. They say nobody ever saw him again.

When Huarez came to know about the incidents happening in his city and that his beloved Shirin was dead, he rushed back to his home. There he took Shirin’s two surviving boys and calmed the residents. He met the governor who thanked him for coming to the rescue of the town. Huarez then took control of matters in his own hands. He persuaded the governor to make proper rationing of goods and use money only to procure goods from outside. Then he lectured the people on tolerance and asked them to disband their armed gangs and their routine attacks on governmental properties. After a month of lecturing, calming and preaching about love and tolerance order returned to the city.

The king ordered the same principles which restored calmness in Huarez’s home town be followed everywhere in the country. Soon the country was saved from a brutal uprising. However Huarez felt bad that he could not come early to save his favourite Shirin or his fellow countrymen. Seeking these answers he went on a pilgrimage. There the prophets did not bless him. Instead they hugged him saying that prophets do not bless each other. Huarez however pressed his questions to the holy men, who only responded that it was always in the bearer of the ring and the pendant. They advised Huarez to bring up the children of Shirin as if they were his own.

24 years later in the year of the bog Huarez died. He left behing a kingdom which prospered under his set up 30 guidance principles which every ruler, governor and administrator would have to follow. His sermons have been bound in a book which every citizen of the land and even abroad follow. And his sons grew up-one became a medicine man who could heal any wound and another a great teacher of arts.

The story of the ring and the pendant-1

A long time ago in the land of the Whitesheep there lived two lovers Huarez and Shirin. Their love was blessed by all who had heard about them. Even God blessed their love by manifesting strength in a pendant given by Huarez to Shirin and love in a ring given by Shirin to Huarez.

Huarez was a small built bent and weak fellow. He had no muscles in his arms or strength in his legs. He most of the time looked sick.However his size and looks never told how large his heart was or how strong his character was. In his presence the atmosphere was always amiable because he could not tolerate sadness. But he was a man and like all men he thought from his heart and not his mind.

Shirin on the other hand was as beautiful as beauty could make.Her long brown hair which curled round her ears, red lips, small nose and her beautiful amorous eyes brought fire in the hearts even of the oldest of men. A look at her figure from her white neck to her beautiful bossom , her curves and down below to her toes ensured riots to happen in her city. But alas Shirin was also a girl and like most other girls of her time she was shy, meek and helpful to all.

Looking at the young lovers the devil in his kingdom of hell sought to kill the love and make it his own. So he endowed a  young good looking man with the skill of strength and manifested himself in his heart. Then he chanced him to meet Shirin while she was at her daily work.

This man Alahgehra at first tried to seduce Shirin with his brute strength and ability to make love. However the good love between Shirin and Huarez repelled him. Then he tried a new technique, a skill learnt from the devil himself. He sowed suspicion in Shirin's heart.

As the devil would have liked it Shirin began to suspect Huarez with other women and Huarez suspected Shirin with Alahgehra. Soon quarrels ensued between the couple. One night in a fit of rage Huarez threw the ring infront of Shirin and left and the love deprived Shirin broke the pendant and in tears ran to the eager arms of Alahgehra the next day.

As time passed the sense of passion between Shirin and Alahgehra grew strong. The numerous apologies and crying of Huarez would now no longer ask Shirin to return. Now Shirin made love to Alahgehra every day. Not a moment passed when she didn't think about Alahgehra or his strong physique and manliness. She began to think that this was true love and unconditional love. Shirin's nature changed as well. The polite and meek Shirin had transformed herself into a strong and opinioned lady. She now listened to only  Alahgehra and in situations which did not require Alahgehra's opinion she did wat was best for herself. The devil realising that his work is done left the two people and returned to his land.

As more time passed Huarez gave up on his hopes of getting Shirin back. The loss had made him more sensitive towards the outside world. Although he still loved Shirin the worldly pleasures no longer gave him any joy. Now wherever he looked he saw miseries- corruption of the king's officials, people's protests brutally putdown by the governor, the hungry children stealing food and then getting caught and beaten, the dying men groaning and the insensitivity of the nobles. Huarez could not believe that the land in which he had belonged ever since he was a child was this land. In disgust and with a feeling of powerlessness against misery Huarez left his home town and began wandering all around trying his best to help and heal people.

Alahgehra too grew into a powerful warrior. Having Shirin made him powerful. His skills on the battlefield made him a legend. Whenever there was a crisis and men had to be killed Alahgehra would be called upon by the Generals. It seemed that he was god gifted in the art of battle. His personal wealth also increased. He had begun from a single piece of land but now he had an estate. However personally he became lonely. His long absence from his wife, his children and home made him feel sad and drew him towards other women. His affairs with women both cheap and of nobility were major gossip among all. However he thought differently. He felt that he had much to share when he returned home but when he came back his children pestered him for gifts and his wife only expressed herself at night and that too for trivial issues. He felt she never listened to him and so he was justified in having his affairs.

Shirin bore Alahgehra many children. She too grew more beautiful and was the envy of all the noble women. But in her heart she began to suspect Alahgehra during his long absences. She had forgotten about Huarez and her prime concern was to buy jewellery to look good infront of the noble women and her husband. She had completely cut herself off from the outside world as well and spent most of her time playing cards or buying costly gifts.

My Identical

In this world of billions I am truely alone. Alone not because i have no friends or relatives, alone because there is no one like me. Every morning i wake up and do my regular duties and work at my regular place. In these habitats of mine i have come to know everyone.But no one is like me. However the search of my identical does not end.

This search takes me to loads of places.Sometimes i wander in perceptionally lewd alleys and forbidden lanes. Here i try to talk to the folk. These men and women who have sold their bodies for upkeep of their livelihood see me as a customer but when they know about my search , they lose heart. Yet they paint my mind with their unusual stories. Some of them talk about sadness and some of their hopes. I do not consider their work bad nor do i consider their souls corrupted. I do not burden myself with judgement.

I sit by the river and see the boats. I try and find my identical in the boatmen.I do not talk. I try to observe and learn. These men of labour and toil inspire me. Once they held sway over this city. Once if they wanted they could have withheld their services and the city would have starved to death. Yet they did not. They have kept their word. But has the city honoured them??

I find a part of myself in rebellion. It rebels against age old customs, hypocrisy, ignorance, insensitivity and many more. I feel this part of mine just wants to explode.But i control it. I try to find my identical in the street protesters and writers.

The street protesters are all in their young. They are idealistic. However they are not tolerant. They do not tolerate opposers. I went with a banner of support to meet my protester identicals but they mistook me as a supporter of they people they were opposing and hurt me. When they realised their mistake, they stopped hurting me and continued their work.The protesters are physical and brutal.

The writers i felt were almost like me. But when i asked them how they wanted to implement their thoughts, some of them ignored me. I felt like they were more than me. I would have to reach a stool as high as they are and sit on it to talk to them. However some were kind but their answers made me feel as though my identical cannot reside here.

Alas i do not know where i shall find my identical mind. A person who would understand me, love me when i hate, cry with me , talk to me when i am angry and hope for me when i stop hoping. I once had held a hand in mine but alas i left it. Now there is noone like me!!

Oh My God!!!

Okay, From my childhood i have been taught that before we begin anything we must take the name of God.I however don't know whose name you take if you are born in a family which does not believe in God. I am guessing Mao Ze Dong!!

Now my first remembrance of god comes from my grandmother who every early morning used to pray to the various pictures in our "pujor ghor" at my mother's grandfather's house.She had taught me that in principle the concept of god is very simple.There are basically 3 super gods. Below him is a god who is the king of all other lower gods and below the king god are various other smaller gods. All gods excluding the 3 super gods held various jobs. They were responsible for mainting the various essentials on earth. A real Indian parliament in the heaven i must say. And like the parliament there is rivalry amongst gods who used their hapless servants on earth to get even with each other. Also one thing my grandmother taught me is that a god can have several sexy looking hot babes but a man on earth is entitled to only one ( sometimes not even hot and if you are totally unfortunate like me then perhaps no one).

My next impression of god is from school. "Jesus was the son of god and he came to earth to give mankind a new direction but alas he was crucified as the evilness in man did'nt allow for purity of jesus to spread". This concept of god later got more refined and i was taught about- the blood thirsty Romans who for no reason killed christians, the betrayer Judas, the good Samaritan , Adam and eve, etc. This concept was challenged by what my science teacher taught me namely that earth was not made by father of jesus but it happened over time when balls of gases condensed. I discarded this concept months after i began studying science after getting promoted to class-1.

Then when i became a teenager i got fascinated with the ideas of communism. Here there is no class in society. You work equal, get pay equal, use equal toilets etc. I liked this concept very much. To my small brain at that time this philosophy was the best. Initially it allowed me to argue with my mom that i and my teacher were equal and then it gave me ammunition to shout at a security guard who objected to my using the executive class urinal at the train when i had a 2nd class ticket. but when it came to god this philosophy could'nt explain as to what it was. "There is no god.".."Okay, then where do we go when we die????".."You don't go anywhere u just cease to exist.It is like that. There is nothing beyond here and nothing behind. You are just like any living thing".." Oh! FUCK".

My final idea of god was given to me by the art of living foundations and televsion gurus. They say " There is just one god.The true shiva . He is the eternal forgiving,the eternal powerful. He is your and everyone else's father.He is in you,he is in everyone and even in inanimate things"..."O.K maam why not a mother"..." He is what you will think him to be, a mother or a father or a brother even your wife even you"..This concept of god is amusing because it states that you can be forgiven even if you have committed the serious crimes. However it does state that God is abstract and cannot be recognised in true form. Its convenient as it just gives u a notion of something superior to the superiorest thing you can imagine... "What is my God???..well my god is Mr.Kim Jong ill...Why do i choose him as a God?? It is because he was the father of North Korea..literally.He is beyond any law in any land. He had the largest estate on earth and a personal army ,airforce and navy and as per N.Korean news he is the big bright sun"....