Welcome to my haven.

  There are many things to be talked about, many stories to be told and many ideas to be shared. I have started this blog  to share my thoughts and views on certain things that I think matters. I welcome you to the place where I pour out my heart. I welcome you to my haven…

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The Invisible lot?

ā€˜Gender equalityā€™ is a topic that has always been debated throughout history and continue to do so. The term has bestowed upon itself the huge responsibility to solve the mystery of indifference towards a particular gender. Owing to the biological differences among man and woman, the latter was deemed to be the ‘unfortunate’ one for decades.

Slogans were raised, arguments were set on fire and conflicts ensued. With time, the door that has been shut for long has opened itself only for the short lived satisfaction of the groups that fought for the cause.The unflagging efforts for the ultimate equality is still being pursued. What they have to realise is the fact that no two creatures can be the same.

Interestingly, this fight for “gender equality” keeps forgetting a group which is very much in need of these revolutions today. The umbrella of ‘gender equality’ has to widen enough to include these people who are fighting for their basic rights. They are harmed, abused and discriminated by the society. They are the outcasts of this century.

The LGBT community is a coterie that is vulnerable and helpless in the hands of social stigma. They are inflicted with pain by the society that force them to hide behind the true criminals. Here, in the second most populated country in the world the community lives in an abject condition as they are seen as a ‘taboo’ even today. This is the stark reality portrayed by our society of educated men and women. Education that lights a man his way can also make him blind. With pride penetrating deep into our heads we refuse to see our fellow beings even as mere humans.

It is high time that we take this issue to the streets to give voice for these voiceless. And that voice should reverberate through the centuries to come.

View

The sight takes my breath away. The green mountains lie in a crooked line as if they were accidently dropped by someone. Garbs of snowy smoke cover their faces.The sun slowly vanishes behind them as its dancing rays create ephemeral paintings in the sky. I shiver in excitement as the wind caresses my skin with its cold fingers. As I take a deep breath and feel the life that my eyes behold, the reality of immortal beauty dawns upon me belittling the mortal being that I am. I realise that this view of naked nature in its prime is an experience of a life time…

A letter from beyond the border…

Year 1975. Time is 7:15pm. The sky is dark and it is cold outside. Wind is blowing hard with an eerie noise. Sitting inside a tent, in the flickering light of the lamp, a man writes…

Dear Papa and Mama,

I write this letter to say that I love you with all my heart. The situation here has worsened with the last few days.The atmosphere is very intense. The war seems not too far and we are prepared for anything that might come our way. Mama, do not be sad for me because I myself chose this path and I am ready to confront fate in whatever form it may come.

I am glad that I have had you two throughout my life encouraging me even at times I lost faith in myself. When I told you I want to join the army you agreed because you had only my happiness at heart. I know it was very difficult for you to accept but even then you let me travel all this way to be the man I am today.

Papa, I still remember those man to man talks that we had. You have taught me a lot and you have always been my inspiration. And mama you are the bravest soul I have ever seen. You have shown me how to stand up for what l believe in and never to look down upon myself. You shed tears when I cried and you found joy in my laugh. Thank you for being the wonderful parents that you are.

We are supposed to be brave men who are ready to face anything at anytime but we too are human with our own fears and insecurities. Deep inside I feel I am still that naive little village boy who waits for his father to return home with sweets every evening. On some level…I am afraid. I am afraid that I might not have a chance to see home again…a chance to see you two.

Time might turn this letter to be the last one I write to you before the war or maybe…for ever. Whatever happens, I want you to know that I love you and it has always been like that. If in any way I have worried you in the past, I am sorry. Pray for me and others. Never cry. This war could change our nation’s history and be happy that your boy will be a part of that very history.

Love You.

Yours,
Son