This is my World

Ayesha rolled her eyes to the left to see her sister. In the past 72 hours she has come to love Banu's big eyes and the cute blush on her face. Cuddled close to her was Banu. She was staring at the invisible sky, with her palms put together in a praying pose. On the green bed, the cute pink babies resembled a blooming rose. Not just one, but two. God, if had created these babies would have been proud of his job. But well, he took his pay, the mother. Ayesha joined her 3 day old sister in her pose. She knew she would doing the same for the rest of her life, no the rest of their life. She touched her sister's face and felt a sense of affection, her first. She then giggled and joined her sister again in the pose. Banu was not just her blood sister. She was much more. Ayesha and Banu grew up together. They ate together, slept together, prayed together, learnt to spell each others name together. They were inseparable, literally. Six years rolled in six years time(don't believe i...

When the entire country was celebrating the split, when her entire family was busy, moving to the other side of the divide looking forward to a peaceful life, Kursheeda was forced to stay back. She was expecting Beelal anytime. Yes, Beelal with two ' e's as in Kursheeda . Where once Nawabs ruled, where once her grand father fought in the mutiny, Beelal was born in a dirty corner of the Government hospital on the 15h of August. His birth went unnoticed in front of the big event. His life, we will come to judging that a bit later. Kursheeda sold clay dolls to make a living. She inherited this profession from her husband, who was killed by six months ago by a killer cholera. Beelal would never see his father, Ahmeed (yeah, the two 'e' syndrome) except for in a blurred black and white photo. Kursheeda became a single mother for her only child.Everyday she would carry Beelal and a basket of dolls, each on one hip to the bazaars. On a good day, She made a rupee at m...

(Inspired by a true story) Standing in the corner of the Bilal street, the four bearded men were looking at the girl. She was collecting paper on the other side of the road. Zeborah Ayesha , the 14 year old kid has never set foot in school in her Taliban Afghanistan. Her father was a paper collector and at the age of 8, Zoya was put into his business. And since that day, for 6 long years, she has been collecting paper. But what happens today will change her life forever. Now coming back to the street corner. Zeborah was dressed in a traditional salwar which in fact was too large large for her size. But then, she didn't have her burqa . Munir Dakia , the youngest of the four at 34, came over to Zeborah and took her by her arm and dragged her across the street. the terrified little Zeborah got scared and She was wondering what mistake she had made to get into this situation. And then she saw Jalal Anwar take a leather whip out of nowhere. Tears started rolling down her chee...

The much awaited Ayodha verdict(amidst the much more anticipated Enthiran ) was delivered yesterday. Though it will not be spoken as much as the release of Enthiran , with some kind of curfew, 12 hour media coverage, last minute delays, and a pragmatic verdict, it provided as much thrill like any mediocre suspense thrillers would do. But the thing that made it much more historic that it may be, is the rational response from the otherwise insane Indian population(to be honest with you, I also belonged here once). A 2.5 acre arid land, Thousands of years of history and myth, and 60 years on enmity. Was Ram born there ? I really like to know when ! Was a temple built for him there ? By whom, I like to ask ? Did Babar destroy it in 1528 to build his mosque ? Why there, he must be mad ?? In 1949, these Hindus place the idol in the sanctum sanatorium, Funny. The Hindus destroyed the mosque in 1992. Kill the bastards, forgive my language(I am a born Hindu, If you don't know). And now wi...