Spiritual Guidance

Rainbow Hiding in The Crying Clouds~Return of the Mysterious Dialogue 2017

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IMG_20170310_162143_434‘awakened are we to the desires forbidden….asleep are we on the fires we should kindle’

Fires of a different kind rage,some deliberately set some by nature,but mostly by design,such are the times when hatred guile deception reigns,terror strikes without warning Death is all over, famished for spirits,it seems working hard as ordained…but stupor slumber drunkenness greed selfishness supreme, palling the senses, creating rotten states in once green and pure lands…Lethe is in high flood, reaching almost the danger level…more rains are predicted and may the Lord Master shower Mercy….mercy..mercy….He hears us…..there goes thunder…oh it is frighteningIMG_20170404_120112_792

Salam Salam I heard the cry for mercy’….why faith is weak tonight?…

Peace Peace to you too…faith faith…got to be strong…trying to be more..well, it is uncertainty,uncertainty  that prevails…but I have found a certain feeling a certain calmness…only when….

‘calmness is good’ it comes with obedience…obedience to all..first to the Master then….

‘my parents are no more…Ah I am a parent and a grand parent…myself..yet I keep seeking mine..and not finding them at times..I cry….

pray pray pray in prayer lies calmness and the comfort of the heart and soul’

yes,I saw the news of children dying in Syria..so many…so young…….please say something….please do not be silent..

‘on this I cannot….only the Master knows….best….you know that….

‘yes but it is painful’what can I do, how can we make things better?

just do your duty and that is a lot..check the neighbors, seek needy people nearby if not far….give…give…

‘too much black….magic..magic..jealousy…and ..activity..strange and dangerous….’

it was years ago too when knowledge was revealed …but be not afraid..faith is the key the solution and you have the Book’ take guidance …respect the word of the Master…nothing can harm you if you are right truthful and honest….

I am trying..but why are the rulers …..

they have lost their way…and shall not find it ..if they do not forgive and return and above all repent..repentance…repentance…..

‘I feel the skies have messages..I run to see..and there are eyes in the clouds…looking down….where are the rainbows ?

Rainbows? wait for them..they are hidden for the time being..they are there in the clouds…this is a time of warning..when lightning flashes and thunder crashes..know that it is a warning..turn towards prayer…..

٧  فَإِذَا فَرَغْتَ فَٱنصَبْ 7  When your work is done, turn to devotion. The Soothing’  Verse No 7 and 8 ‘and to your Lord turn for everything….’

I do I try I am trying….I am waiting for the rainbow….’

thunder lightning and rain outside….’

silence….

Poor, Poor, Prices? Return of the Mysterious Dialogue…2017

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A quarter of the year past,Good things have come.Joy fun happiness.Yet the heart seems heavy, the spirit needs the eyes outflow, appetite stays away…..

I believe we have become poor. Poor not in  resources on land but poor in the inner recesses of our weakening hearts. Love sympathy kindness honesty generosity empathy has not been seen or felt for quite a while…prices, prices,prices on the rise…I wonder how hundreds make their meals ..er..healthy meals and what they may drink..I mean water..clean water…but  first …clean…how to be clean stay clean..keep clean….Oh Dear…humans can be so poor…so helpless…helpless….help…its dark outside..waiting for the new moon…two months and then Ramazan…fasts begin…if only things would be affordable..

Aha’ affordable? everything can be affordable ..’  do not be so depressed…here I am again..sent…to guide you..see there is one who knows who cares who gives and who is the Greatest Master….

Salaam salaam salaam….so grateful, yes I have not been grateful regularly as regular as I have been blessed…yes this is the reason…alas we forget we miss we ignore…..

tell me what disturbs ?

‘why is there… delay? why speak so loud…to make someone hear…does justice and fair play  ‘ need a shout’ ?

easy questions need no efforts,no research no preparation no analysis…

what type of answer is this,if I may ask again…please,please there is so much confusion doubt mistrust…and..exhaustion has almost taken over …..gathering energy from all corners…but

well, it is an inside story, an inside act, an inside demolition plan, see? when rules are unknown,untold,unwritten..there are bound to be violations…but rules were given long long ago…everything written bound recorded saved confirmed…..

we were never aware..but why were we not ? that is my question….time wasted..life wasted..purpose lost….

no no you still have time…one small act one good deed one small kindness can make majestic miracles happen….

how can good deeds be done when there is confinement..when one is under outside control,when there is no support…encouragement, inspiration…motivation….

there are opportunities if one has the intentions,the Master shows The Way

can you please request…please make the shopkeepers keep prices low and affordable this year?

The Master has already heard the request…He waits for His people to ask..so keep asking and more so …keep thanking….and Oh Oh…it will be dark…dark…

dark? or Light of dawn?

no no, the worldly light will stop shining,and I must hurry to finish my work…cheer up now for there is hope and it will descend,think kindness..kindly and be kind…..

will the prices come down? petrol has gone up by…er…..two…no, one rupee….not that there is need to travel but still one needs some wheel support at some time in life…tell me more,please…

prices oh…

Nothing but silence…peaceful…nothing stirs…then far away a cock crows…once…then again and again…till darkness fades away to welcome the emerging golden effulgence…..

till next ………………………………………………………………….

A Story A Day ~ 6 ~ Beyond The ‘Samosa Treat’

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‘painful hunger pangs,spasms deep inside,helplessness abides’from a distance aromas sail closer,salty fried fresh food, benumbed the senses, faintness took over, moments later eyes saw a hand beckoning..’who? me? the young guard in uniform,sitting uncomfortably on the small stool, standing from time to time then bending over…the look vacant…searching the crowd in vain…

yes,you come here, a lady affirmed with a nod of her head,standing by the car she had noticed the guard…

‘here take this shopping bag, some samosas …’

no no madam,well, er…er…

come on take it,you need to eat and I need to give’…

without another word the guard accepted and returned to his post,soon I noticed that shielding himself partly by the verandah pillar, he ate the samosa in a handful..he had not eaten for hours…

‘he could not, he did not,he was not able to, he had nothing in his pocket…he only had a prayer in his heart, a silent prayer…’please send me something to eat just a samosa’

he knew the samosa shop was nearby…

and  Allah Almighty heard him..for He is the All hearing….a waiting husband bought four samosas..he ate one and kept the other three ..two for the wife and one for himself…’I will eat the other when I get home’

Oh samosas,wow so thoughtful of you I wanted to have one…Oh poor guard ,he seems so weak,why not get a couple for him too…I cant eat here in front of him’

‘and there, the wish was granted’ share what the Lord sends you …all are His gifts and blessings….

The samosas so shared …the aroma must have traveled high up in the skies, definitely some angels too enjoyed the ‘Samosa Treat’

Jazakallah  jazakallah’…someone said

She turned around..there was no one..the verandah in front was empty..there was no one on duty…

~ Queen’s Statue…Knitting An Ancient Art , Yarn Bombing ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 17

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Rawalpindi-Memorabilia-Front-View-of-Queen-Victorias-Statue-on-a-Post-Card.-It-was-on-The-Mall-Road-Rawalpindi-Photos-Mementos-for-Pindi-LoversSee how grand on the pedestal high

                she stood,in stone..silent still no band

                Victorious Victorian,

                how long can one stand or rule the land?

                but She did, from far away

                In Freedom,her own,

                a Crown a Cape, a Gown 

In Gold yet cast down, as Ozymandias Pharoah  

                                                                              dethroned  from throne,all remain in the same stone….

Queen Victoria’s statue could be seen on a pedestal on the Main Mall Road of Rawalpindi Cantonment.I remember passing by it in our small olive green Fiat car to and from Saddar Bazaar…in the evening shadows I still have the stony figure’s shadow in remote recesses of childhood memory flashes…I did not know whose statue it was then…but someone important always could be seen like this, carved in stone, lifeless silent, cold and hard..frightening…it was just an object of sight seeing along with the grassy patches and flower beds on the roadsides…many years later..studying for my masters Degree in English I read about Queen Victoria..The Victorian Age, the authors and the poets and the grand relationship we had with the Majestic Queen…she was quite a personality….a great ruler…hmn..now gone…there are two artillery guns …where once she stood….years of rule…nights so cruel…freedom enchained…freedom gained..freedom still sought ..to regain…from another reign?….

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Another night another time …
I have to complete my knitting projects …I must …its winter again…has it taken me so much time? what have I been doing? I wonder …knitting comes out of knitting’… nothing comes out of no knitting..it stays there…any work untouched it will not finish …neglected? well not exactly…just a bit due to Summer and then the Fasts …and now some other duties and now novel writing…would you be able to gather so many words..thoughts …sentences…? and now back into the 1950s I go..remembering Mother her sister and sisters-in-law all would be knitting…by hand, no machines no sir…

yes I remember the magazine ‘Woman & Home’ this had beautiful knitting patterns… for me and my sister till we did not start knitting it was Nora and Tilly, the wonder paper cut out dolls in the magazine….
Paper dolls …and we would be so happy playing with paper…

and see who is knitting here…cary_grant_learns_to_knit_i Cary Grant…from acting to knitting…from knitting to writing…from needles to pen and from pen to paper…er..these days..it is a screen….Cary Grant..on screen…oh well, knitting cannot come on screen can it..I mean on the 35mm…maybe I will make a real movie of Knitting…A Knitter’s Story….

‘Hi I am here and I hear paper, screen, film,  play tonite…hmmn great idea talking about paper…the one thing that is going out of use …it is becoming a ‘paper less society…but not yet…
Can we really do away with paper? No but my thoughts were on knitting dear…the skill is an ancient one and I was reading about the very first knitted garments were ‘socks’ and those too out of..cotton’ how difficult would it be to knit out of cotton? Wool came much later and how wonderful to see that there was Arabic script knitted into form…to ward of evil….
Not strange at all as..evil was quite spread out and mysterious …
This is what I found out…’The oldest REAL knitting (formed on two sticks by pulling loops through loops) we’ve got is ‘Coptic socks’ from Egypt, dating to around the year 1000 CE. There are quite a few fragments, all of them done in shades of white and indigo, in stockinette. Many of them have Khufic (a decorative Arabic script) blessings knit into them, or symbols to ward off evil, or both. All look really cool. And may I point out for the fiber-snobs among us, that all of the really ancient knitted fragments we’ve got are knit out of cotton.
Yes indeed, cotton. Wool wasn’t used for knitting until way later.
How soon we fall into a knowledgeable conversation. I look forward to knowing so many new things I am not able to absorb fully, but you bring them out so smoothly that one does not feel any hinderance…I mean you make it so easy…how wonderful you must be in class…
‘Now there you start again…and many say that I talk too much…
‘Oh dear I hope you don’t get caught like the ‘parrot’ ha ha
Now not again…I do feel bad when I hear this…but it does not matter …for I know that whatever I say is the truth…and Allah has gifted me…it is His Blessing that I am a teacher and He wishes that I may speak the truth and ,er…well. loudly too…
‘Ok tell me about the knitting…
‘Oh I love to knit and I have written a couple of poems and a story about knitting..”
Oh I must hear this one…
‘Well, I was sitting one evening and trying to sort out the entangled left over wool …and I thought
‘This bag of wool must be sorted,either used or shall I give them away’ these thoughts troubled me every time I opened the cupboard and set eyes on the entangled various sized colorful clusters rolled up in different shapes
‘These are left overs’ this green reminds me of my friend the one I met in the examination hall. She was knitting and that attracted my attention ’Oh she loves knitting too’ the dark green is from the pullover I made for my son when he was six years old…and then came the grandchildren….so soon.. I realized how time passes…we knit and knit and one day children too are grownup…no more babies…then the babies too grow up why have I saved these colored balls for so many years? I kept thinking…and then my heart said,’ don’t you see? they teach you values’
values?
yes, the value of life…the colors the warmth, the love and the relationships
The memories of childhood are all woven into these fiber strands.
Each color has its own value like each child….and like these leftovers all preserved we have the good things the good memories the good deeds that will always bring color to the lives of the families.Each strand knitted into a garment brings joy love and tenderness.It strengthens the bonds of love and sharing and so much more…last of all there is the satisfaction of making something for a loved one, the joy of creativity and the blending of color and design…and so I love this basket…which tells me so many stories…and the blessings of the Lord …as I keep adding color to the basket.
Ah so wonderful…What joyful stories knitted into the basket…No wolf can take them away……………….
There was a boy in school, in class 7..he used to knit his own sweater..and that too of the school uniform..then all the girls would laugh…but now I realize he was doing good…and he must be quite warm too in that wool…
The first knitting project that we sisters started was also knitting our own school uniform sweater…it was fun..each one knitting one side and soon in a few days the sweater would be ready..the most difficult is the stitching part…but one learns
These days there are videos available and the internet has free tutorials and free patterns…
But no free wool….wool was the best Beehive I remember…the results would be like silk soft and smooth and the pattern! Just as the magazine said…and the tragedy now is that ‘Media is common but strange…half private half state controlled…it keeps showing till the rulers wish..then channels are blocked, sometimes for personal political reasons…and it is ..we can say…biased? Favorite…? Or sold …?
‘And the internet?
‘Well that too has its own priorities and causes and see youtube channel…is still blocked and I am one severely affected…
‘Hey how come..you are not a movie fan or have you become one…
‘No no actually I was learning…
Ah the perpetual student..what exactly was your subject and er…degree..you are a Master of Arts and ..a Master of History and a Master of Language and a….
Oh stop please…it is my hobby …I get excited at times and so enthusiastic I start off with a great ‘giant leap’ but I never land on the moon ‘….ha I guess the first stage is the best throttle affected after that…it burns out…
Ha I get it..its your knitting….
See there now…two jerseys half done..one leg warmer…one leg only….
The next ..next year…ha ha
No Imust finish before December 22…
Ha a Christmas present…who is it another Grandma I know…or the …er the writer…no I will not say…
Oh no its for anyone who is lucky …I mean the lucky one to be with me when I finish it…
‘Oh so I have a chance
‘Oh you need one? I will knit one specially for you ….I am a special knitter er..hand knitter…er..a family knitter…well youtube  has lovely stuff but its ‘blocked by the state’..the reason was genuine at first but the reason for not Unblocking is according to many people not fair or justified…it is an encroachment of human rights or civil rights …or just Not Right…
So they are not opening are they..well lets see can I bring you some videos?
No no please I believe soon they will have to when the Big Change takes place…it always happens that with the change at the top there are changes all around …and so I have great hopes Insha Allah, yes there was one other thing I was anxious about…the Internet does tell you strange things…this term Yarn Bombing’…its all around…and …oh I can see the anxiety and the humor…it does tickle doesn’t it and then frightens you as well…
Well, I shivered a little I mean my wings trembled and I could feel that even with all my swiftness …and flying experience…this word gives one the Great Fear if I may say of the final moment…it becomes dark and red all over and the crimson flood starts flowing and the blue vanishes into the darkest of darks’  and the gigantic cave begins to open and the vault fills in with the loudest of screams….
‘Oh please Sir,
Ok I was just reminding and doing my duty if you will also keep on the track…and you will be grateful always for The Lord He hath His own ways and He Loves those who Obey Him….oh about bombing …and yarn…
Well yes it is…The practice is believed to have originated in the U.S. with Texas knitters trying to find a creative way to use their leftover and unfinished knitting projects, but it has since spread worldwide. The start of this movement has been attributed to Magda Sayeg, 37, from Houston, who says she first got the idea in 2005 when she covered the door handle of her boutique with a custom-made cozy…
What is cozy…something to warm but on a door handle…I ..er…am not so familiar with doors for there are some special doorways in my line of life…er…
Well cozy or cozies… or tea warmer is a cover for a teapot traditionally made of cloth. It insulates a teapot, keeping the contents warm. Their use predates the invention of vacuum bottles as a means of keeping hot liquids hot. Tea cosies may have padded inserts that can be removed and washed.Some tea cozies are hand-knitted, resembling woolen hats…
Oh so you can also knit a tea cosy
Yes sure but isn’t it a grand idea….a tea cover on a door handle and then on and on to other things larger ones and there you go…with your yarn…yarn forward…yarn over ha yarn over anything that is the idea now I get it fully…yarn covering even a car and out in the open tree trunks and large benches…and
Even buildings …or dear there is no end to it but how exactly is it a bomb?
Bomb would be the excessive yarn that is used…and it is joined with the ‘Stitched story…now that was a movement also….The movement moved on from simple ‘cozies’ with the innovation of the ‘stitched story’. The concept has been attributed to Lauren O’Farrell](who creates her street art under the graffiti knitting name Deadly Knitshade), from London
You are a historian aren’t you..you must check up Knitting in your own faith Ok?
‘I will Insha Allah….
‘And now it’s the time tick…er..I the bomb tick…oh ..no ..Ok make me those wing warmers…wwhhhiiiiiiiiiinnnngggggg

Somewhere a cock crowed

A Special Child, Great Coat, Simple Abundance’ ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 14 ~

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220px-Grande_Armée_-_Light_Infantry_Officers_in_Greatcoats                a short story by Ukrainian-born Russian220px-Gogol_Palto author Nikolai Gogol, published in 1842.
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All freezes again-
among the pines,winds,
whispering a prayer
                                                                    REI
These days I am staying with my grandchildren, two boys and two girls- I am not used to boys around the house for I never had a brother..we were four sisters ..but I did have a special child in my life..and day by day , year by year I learnt the trials hardships the excruciating pain both physical and mental.. the agony of helplessness, of loss of desperation, the joy and delight of an understanding smile, the response to a simple question, the acceptance of things as they are…
The acceptance …that is the key here…acceptance of the supreme law…Obedience to the Highest …acceptance of the Supreme Destiny…and from there on follow all…

I have a feeling someone is becoming more didactic, ahem’…so people are special and they need special care…we must be conscious about them and be grateful for all our blessings…

(smile) Switch on the other light …the electricity has been restored…so it is getting colder now…and hope your greatcoat is out’….I need to be didactic shouldn’t I ? my friend needs the care and guidance, we all do from time to time…we are no perfect beings, neither are we free or have the power…but your Great Coat….
Oh yes, I made sure I got it out and I think this is what we will be wearing more…the days of gas heaters or for that matter heaters are gone…last winter it was terribly cold…we bought an extra hot water bottle…people have forgotten them…but they are extremely useful…

Yes, provided one has water and the means to boil it…with Allahs blessing we survived last winter, but I had to bear a bout of severe bronchitis…the cough got my ribs…one other thing kept me warm…my knitting…I guess it comes to the same both ways…till our homeland gets the coal out of the golden Earth –our treasure…but Alas! It is the hard labor that frightens everyone..why is it that no one wants to work…it is cold…still not as cold as in Buffalo NY…though…I have not heard from my sister…hope she is ok…a few years back her whole house was damaged by fire…thank God it was insured…about the Great Coat I remember father had one..it was a knee length dark grey coat…and father wore it …we all loved it ..it gave such a warm feeling…and looked so smart…
It must have a history…and you said your father was an army man? So his coat must be as part of the civil dress worn by army personnel…

Well, yes and I do have a little info on these lovely coats..i guess its more of the parental love and warmth that one feels rather than the garment itself…so about the coat..I will share…
A greatcoat, also known as a watchcoat, is a large overcoat that is typically made of wool designed for warmth and protection against the weather. Its collar and cuffs can be turned out to protect the face and hands from cold and rain, and the short cape around the shoulders provides extra warmth and repels rainwater (if made of a waterproof material). It was popular in the 19th century as a military uniform and casual wear for the wealthy, and is still issued for inclement weather by many armed forces around the world. During the 17th and 18th centuries and the Industrial Revolution, greatcoats became available for all social classes. Then on it was popular but still people could not afford it…you know when ever I am heavy in the spirits I see a vision of my father..in the great coat that he loved to wear probably needed it too…I remember him feeling the chill because of malaria…the silent alternate visitor..the chiller ..which makes you shiver in the bones…

So you mentioned about the boys….

Oh ha ha… boys have a different behavior pattern and girls are much quieter …but all are unique in their own skills and habits so I realized that ..each child is different…and has to be treated differently…but all have equal rights …equal rights and different habits..again it’s the mind…as God gifts it to all he creates…the mind works differently for each child…one day I got a call from my daughter
The phone rang.
How was the day dear?
Oh Ammi it was an egg day to day’ Ah, I fell asleep and…
‘egg day?
Yes I was so tired and sleepy that I dozed off.I dont know for how long I was in the land of dreams.When I woke up I found both the girls also in a land of dreams and the boys on their bicycles outside…
well? I was getting a bit anxious now…
When I went to call them I almost fell over…
Oh Dear God’
I slipped on something and taking a closer look found broken eggs just outside the kitchen door’
Hmmnn….
Rayyan my grandson, going to be 7 soon had read in his Science Class about ‘chicks coming out of eggs’
To find ‘the chicks the teacher had taught them about Rayyan with his 3 year old younger brother Abdullah took out the basket and one by one broke all the dozen eggs…hitting them one by one against the wall in the back yard…
‘Mama there were no chicks in any of the eggs’
Scientific learning is based on practicals…
Its good to be curious but dangerous also,and a Teacher must be professionally trained.
Mama had to do a lot of explanatory teaching and cleaning…later…and so it happens every where in every family in every city town and country….children will be curious inventive scientific and creative….and so were the two boys…

well, this was because of their Freedom Freedom to play freedom to think freedom to act freedom to do research…this was their mini research….we can call it the participatory mind…

The mind is all..it is all in the mind..but now the weather like we are talking of winter have you been outside .er…seen the colors of the fall?

Well I have in a way…the pines have been whispering to me calling me to their grove for months now…and I have seen all the colors…and I have a climate of moods visions and effects…the greens are less more are golden brown yellow and bronze but I love Mustard…

Hmmnn Mustard? Must be something special about it…Hmmn…is it amusing to have different climates of feelings…no…but it is the prayer…tonight I have a quote too…Lord Alfred Tennyson wrote..’More things are wrought by prayer than the world dreams of’ In its purest form prayer is conversation’Communion Connection…Prayer is the Dialect of Divinity…

it is the law of simple abundance…to be grateful for what all we have…I have a great coat too and it was the winter of 2008/9 my grand lady boss said one day…’ma’am when will you take off this coat…

hmmn thats interesting…

yes for me my coat had become my security, we need the security these days and I felt protected..and in my heart I knew that

until the weather changes considerably visibly…

until the green of abundance shines all over,

until the blue of healing covers us all in the sky,

until the red of love sinks in the hearts and souls

until the purple of inner power becomes stronger

until the …..I will make a Dream Catcher…till…..

where’s my coat …er….colors of the rainbow…falling free…free….dom..mmm….nnnn freeeeeO what a lovely morning is dawning……

Srinagar Sorrow, London Book Co. and Free Education ? ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 10 ~

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Gulshan Books Srinagar

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Sadness and sorrow again, deep sorrow, now it seems more impossible, impossible, perhaps never again, in life, no chance…why do I have this feeling…the love of my land…the love of books, and learning and words and new words, and regard for friends who love words too, and love to play word building games that bring peace and comfort to the soul…Ah Books’ Your Loss is the loss of A best friend and Companion’ A Book never deserts’ …and I am so deeply grieved at the loss of books in Srinagar…my mind is paining …again it is the mind…more hurt than heart and soul…O Dear Allahji, Only You Know the reason behind this loss,

once at home in Rawalpindi in the summer of 1997 or 98 heavy monsoon rains flooded the ground floor of our small house…the loss was mostly of books and  photographs apart from slight damage to a sofa cum bed …for months I sorted out the twisted albums trying to retrieve as many treasured and captured -on-paper-moments,cutting out the damaged portions, throwing away the completely soaked ones…finally after the last lot was cleared I sat and kept looking at what was left…this is how I felt….

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Perhaps the digital camera age is better
For water, the Giver , takes away…too…
Flood waters entering our house caused much damage…
carpets,shoes,beds books and photographs…and trying to sort them out was a strange and tedious task-
the whole lot lay spread in the sun for many long hours.
Many discolored,stuck together,muddy,unrecognizable, had to be thrown away-
Three years ago the lane was dug, a new drain pipe placed and new tiles laid all along, since then water has not flown all over.
But as I look at the remaining albums…I find…Life staring back at me…silent smiles…still faces,scenes ..a quiet world on paper…I turn…moments in time…tick away…life’ is no more…just paper…’

Lines Courtesy cowbird.com.

Life is no more just paper…images on paper but Books? Books are different…books are also paper but words have value, great value…priceless

Books and more books are the topic eh…after picnics books bring a far greater world closer than one can imagine…one gets lost in a book..but if books are lost’ it is terrible, agonizing…I agree with my whole heart…loss of freedom, loss of life, loss of books, loss of time…it is a world of loss…I guess…

Salam and more blessings, I am sad very sad, for one at the floods in my home land Kashmir…my birthplace Srinagar is all in water, seeking oxygen its an emergency…and I am in the dark …in deep water …cannot go there nor possibly send help… and when I read about the loss of books’ that has really hit me hard…oh dear Allahji please have mercy…and please forgive me…us…all…and the bookshop which belonged to Gulshan Publishers I was deeply grieved …my birthplace has suffered the worst setback now from Waters …Nature is not in favor…why is the whole country suffering? This year has been terrible…

So many nations are suffering like the Kashmiris all over the world…if we keep listening to the news then there is nothing good to be seen anywhere…Nigeria..the girls….Sudan….Syria….hmmnn I am sorry really sorry for your land and people…I may perhaps share something with you now….

Oh really is it something comforting then please do…

Well, I have some links …with…

Oh No the secret…agen….

No No…not those…I have links with KashmirOh …I am fully alert now…that is news for me…how come…who…where….tell me please

Well, I have a distant cousin who is married in a Kashmiri family, but they are not living in Kashmir now, they left a long time ago and are settled somewhere in the USA

Oh that is good to hear… someone so lively and curious and eager to learn is a member of the clan…though a bit distant…but again my mind is still thinking about the waters…what a moment of tragedy it must have been what pain what anguish and above all what helplessness….
Well, no one can fight the force of nature can they? So please do not grieve, what is lost is lost…and if we have failed to protect our belongings and our trade ware perhaps we ourselves have been unprepared…not enough readiness…

Yes, the readiness is all, the rest….is …silence…

Oh about books I have a real bookshop in my memories, one I used to love going to…with father…specially when the new class books were to be taken…it was a treat..a precious visit..one that would bring such bundles of joy and excitement…I found the bookshop full of bright light…perhaps we would always go in the evening…and all the lights would be on..all around there were stands and stacks of colorful paper…colorful cover pages of books and books…attractive …simply beautiful…’I may say ‘impossibly beautiful…a phrase I learnt from a friend also an English Teacher but from America so I think its American English …so my shop was ‘impossibly beautiful’ and I wanted to stay on and walk around the stands ..never tiring for one moment …

And do you remember the name?

Oh I memorized it…London Book Co…er..company it was read…Perhaps it still exists but in London…maybe…here there is a Bakery in its place…it must be in London surely..I have not googled it yet…

Oh modern way of searching…so much access to information…in the past? Oh no way to know…but for telephones I do remember a big fat book …the Directory…now ..I believe it is a Yellow Book…or Yellow Pages…

That shop was a wonder world for me, something even better than Alice’s Wonderland, though I love that too and would make all my life an Adventure of every kind …now when I look at the few book shops I feel so disappointed…no wonder the people have lost interest in books…it is worst in the Summers…it is so hot no fans no electricity and no air conditioning …out of question.. so how long can anyone stay in a suffocating room full of dusty books hardly visible…no one to guide.. a weak yellowish bulb faintly trying hard to illumine the area where it is hung from a fly eaten dark spotted wire hanging from the high ceiling…

So lets not think of that ..just a couple of good bookshops do exist… even in another continent with a high literacy rate bookshops are closing down..this is due to the e-book storm…

One can call it a storm…or a ‘wall of annihilation’ like the wall of snow gradually enveloping the city of NY …Buffalo…oh Dear…

My sister lives there…hope she stays safe…One last point of freedom for books…books on freedom..not many either…and no books… no need for freedom…no companions…no good companions…no education…if education is free what would be the standard of books…er..syllabus books..what quality of print…

Free education ..education for all…free education in a free country..freedom? still looking for it…waiting for it…crying for it… protesting for it…protests …so here the circle is again touching the same point…and…so…..it is time…for still the answers are..missing….And the books …The Flood…The Saving….The Saved…Think about it….till then…..

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‘From Calcutta to Kashmir’ 1001 Poems and Freedom and ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 9 ~

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So many days have gone by, in fact life in half a century, and it seems like a wink of an eye, how true it is, not only seems but really true, this is the 9th Night… no more tongas in sight… I used to love the clippotty clop and the shining leather reins… reminds me of the 1001 Nights… the Arabian Nights…was it entertainment? a collection of various traditional stories from persia Egypt…Oh Dear I began with the Gift of Freedom and with all the story telling have reached this point…

Salam and Good Night’ what point is that…Pindi Point …Kashmir Point ..still in the Murree picnic mood ? No ? well, I was thinking ,like I usually do but need to ask a lot of questions and I know from where I will surely get a satisfying answer….here of course  from my ‘learned friend’ who loves ‘learning so much…

now please, no more of this ‘Tareef uss khudi ki jis ne jahan banaya’ or hamme banaya or tumhe banaya or bheja”

OK OK , but I ..well why is it that we wish ‘Good Morning’ and welcome some one but we say ‘Good Night’ and  send someone away?

well that is not for our culture and social setup, it is for other cultures though adopted by many more around the world, since English is now a global language…so how have you been?

I still have the poetry and the poet friend in mind, you have not mentioned anything about..er..new poems…well ?

I enjoyed one prompt but combined two poems…a typical Gemini gesture which had to be removed very soon as it causes confusion..you know every double will cause that…

ah a double role..all the more fun though…a Comedy of Errors’ is the result…

yes but not when communication is sparse…few and far between and behind unseen veils and borders….

Borders’ yes the regional borders and what about your native land…still fighting for freedom, drowned in flood…among fear and uncertainty…

yes’ terrible great loss of property finance and business, specially the carpet industry…and see how things change…due to occupation’ natural disasters and deliberate damages …these are the worst ‘

Change you say and in Kashmir? means of transport and living..all in water…’

yes, there are ‘Houseboats and ‘boat shops’ which carry vegetables and fruit from one place to the other’…but not like Venice’

apart from boats and house boats what was on the roads …?

Oh there were the tongas…see I have a photograph and my Gracious Mother-in law..her marriage has a tonga story too…she came all the way from Calcutta now Kolkata is it?

That’s interesting,..now don’t give me that look…not in a tonga all the way from Calcutta‘  the bride also on the horse’ and Oh Dear to imagine the journey’ but horses were strong and commonly used…see Chaucer also had so many horses for his story telling characters’

yes indeed and I am inspired by the fact… she travelled from Srinagar to Gilgit on a horse and there was received by the ruling Rani and Mir of Hunza….History ~ ,  maybe one can be a better story teller if one rides a horse and ….

, the hopping movement must have some scientific effects on the mind …
now see we keep returning to the Theory of the Mind…it is relative definitely’The Mind in itself is a Heaven or Hell’…’it is all in the mind’ and now the Secret…The Secret’ The Power of The Mind or in other words LOA The law of Attraction…
Everything every action has a law’ otherwise it is …an outlaw…no more an in-law…by the law’with the law…or within the law…Oh O..

Now we have gone so far back in time, marriages these days are in mass I mean enmass…all together in a stadium…a scene to be remembered…but at the same time the elite have gathered a number of traditions to follow…elaborate ‘yellow flowered henna ceremony..called ‘mehndi’ with songs and group dances ..er…mixed…I mean boys and girls..cousins of course but then friends too and that is …not allowed, very frankly something to be seriously discouraged

How can we order a discouragement’ I mean say that this is wrong’according to law…

Well we in our own family marriages should stop this custom it is a foreign one not at all in our faith…

Well, what about the songs and ..Oh wait what happened to the ‘Poet…poetry…?

Well, I am thinking of completing my 1000 poems and then adding one more I will publish the 1001 poems by…but the poems must be on some great theme..like Milton…or our own poet Dr Allama Iqbal, he wrote on the theme of ‘Momin a True Muslim and the Muslim Society and a nation. In fact he wrote about there being two nations in the Sub continent …totally opposite to each other in beliefs customs traditions and approach to life…and so they could be with their own land and their own government so that they could live in peace….separately
PEACE? And so there were three wars ! wither Peace my friend…
Well, we are at peace we were at peace and we do want peace even now…today….
Well, so poetry may bring peace ..yes why not…as Allama Iqbal succeeding in reviving a people as a nation through his writings’ it all depends…
But Plato was against poets wasn’t he? What did he say exactly?
He said…he says, he writes…’ the tribe of poets should be banished from a commonwealth’ from a society because they are perverters of morality, mere perverters and deceivers, and their art is concerned with the world of appearance and not with reality’. The quarrel between poetry and philosophy is ancient’. But I believe poetry has great value and must be encouraged. I intend to lay the foundation of a Pakistani Academy of Poets…soon…I have already spoken to a few school owners in town…but somehow …or maybe it’s my feeling…poetry seems to be losing favor with the new learners…it should be a permanent part of curriculum and syllabi…

Poetry needs good teachers to be taught…as far as I know it is quite technical and comes in ‘technical writing’…though many call it creative knowledge….

No it is more of a philosophy, it encompasses high thoughts, praises,ideals, history, kings , heroes, see…there we also are having an argument …sort of a discourse…on ‘poetry and philosophy’….well, it is creative and needs a great deal of knowledge….and language skills too…
Hmmn..and then it is the Freedom to be a writer…I mean a writer of poetry…if poets can write on any topic then are they …I mean do they have the freedom to do so…?

I think they do and if they do write something controversial then they would be in hot water…definitely… writers journalists all are under observation by the authorities and…then it is the ‘freedom of the press’ that is important….books are banned if the authorities don’t want the public to know or read about it…

What about your poet friend what are the usual topics to write about …?

Oh about various themes…sometimes abstract…sometimes concrete…on ‘given prompts’ by other poets…health bonfires pain and loneliness and about God …

The Poet has the Freedom…..God….Allah…The One and Only …The All Knowing All Seeing…The Greatest Helper…The Greatest…before the sun rises we must pray, the angels will say…O Lord your true believers are remembering You and praising you and reciting and reading Your Book…O Allah The Most Gracious Most Merciful…Everything in All the Universe  Belongs to You…

a faint rose a garden of roses …sweet scent filled the room….