01 December, 2009

The Vande Matram Controversy and an appeal

A few weeks ago the papers were filled (again) with the Vande Matram controversy, with the various madarsas claiming that it is against Islam, and the Sangh pariwar (again) questioning the "Indianness" and patriotism of Indian muslims.

I find this to be stupid and irrelevant on both parts. On one side, I can't think how can singing or not singing a song determine your patriotism? And, on the other hand, I find the reaction of the Maulvi's to be a bit too orthodox and bookish. I am no expert in Bengali or Sanskrit, but from what I know and have read, the literal translation of Vande Matram is "I bow to thee, mother!!". Now, bowing in itself can refer to a lot of actions. For example, it can refer to anything from the action one does in front of the audience when he "takes a bow", to the "rukuh" or "sajdah" of Muslims, to the bowing and touching of the feet of elders in Hinduism. I believe it is this diversity of actions and meanings that is the base of the controversy.

For the Muslims, Sajdah is something that is reserved only for God Almighty. We do not perform the sajdah to anyone else, not even to Prophet Mohammed (may peace be upon him). So, to ask us to so Sajdah to the motherland amounts to shirk. (Mind you, in the words of Moulana Mufti Syed Shah Badruddin Qadri Aljeelani, the then president of All India Sunni Ulema Board, "If you bow at the feet of your mother with respect, it is not shirk but only respect."). Thus, the main bone of contention is the actual meaning of the word "Vande" and how a person takes it.

Another reason for the hooplah is the actual poem written by Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay, which depicts the country as Maa DUrga, which obviously does not go well with religions like Islam, Christianity, Sikhs, and others who do not believe in idol worship. However, this is not of much importance as the text taken for the National Song is from the first two stanzas of the whole song - which is an unexceptional evocation of the beauty of motherland.

For most people, Vande Matram just means "Praise to thee, O' Motherland". If you ask me, I have no problem in bowing before my country, but my bow will be similar to how I bow before my Parents, my elders, and those I respect. For me, it is similar to how I refer to Allah when I say Bhagwan or Ishwar, and I know that God Almighty does not go looking into the words or the language in which he was referred to or called. It is for this reason that I do not find myself agreeing to the fatwa against Vande Matram, as long as one refers to the National Song and not the whole text.

Another angle to this nonsense bawaal was added by those who want us Muslims to pay reverence to the idols of the motherland. This is against what I believe. If one wants to depict the motherland in some way, I am fine by it. If someone wants to pray to her - go ahead. But, please, for the sake of God! do not force others to do what you are doing, do not question the patriotism of others who fail to toe the line. Do not throw us out. Do not shun us. And, above all, do not try to tell us how to love our country.

This land belongs as much to us as to you. We both have lived here for centuries, have shared the same sorrow, the same happiness, the same turbulent times, the same low and highs. Please do not forget this. Do not Nazify this country in the name of religion, appearence, states, status, languages, or cultures.

We have enough trouble with our neighbours, one of whom is hellbent on destroying itself in the fire it started to burn us down, and the other who speaks one thing and does the other, to have time to fight within.

Please give it a thought.

This is Hashir, signing off

Over and out

10 November, 2009

Two days - five states

Here is a brief of my journey across 5 states in a span of two days. What started off as just a whim of my mind gradually developed into a full flown plan which saw me travelling contineously for 2 days while I tried to catch up with old friends, complete some unfinished business, catch my breath, and at the same time remain in motion throughout.

You all know that I was on leave for 2 weeks for my sister's marriage. Around a month back, while talking to my dad, I told him of my desire to go to the dargah of Hazrat Nizamuddin Chisti Rehmatullah Alaih. He suggeted that I leave a day early and visit the dargah. I jumped on his idea and checked the availability of seats in AP express for the return journey to Secunderabad on the 7th of November, and fortunately found a seat. I then cancelled my reservation for Gorakhpur - Secunderabad express for the 7th November, before booking a ticket from Unnao to New Delhi on 6th evening.

The plan was real simple. I would depart from Unnao on 6th - reach New Delhi at 6 AM on 7th and go to my college friend's place in South Delhi. From there, I would leave for the Dargah by 10 AM with my friend, have lunch, and then rush to CP/New Delhi station to meet my school friend and my sister who stay at East Delhi and Noida respectively, before leaving at 5:20 PM to catch the train. And Nafs would be joining us for lunch. So. all in all, it seemed that all was planned and set.

But as the great Murphy has said - nothing goes as per plan. The first indication came when my college friend called up to tell me that he won't be getting leave on 7th, so I would have to go to the Dargah on my own. But that was not a problem at all, and he promised that he would be there for lunch.

Anyway, the D day came, and the train came half an hour late. But, since there were no stops after Kanpur, It was expected that the train would be reaching Delhi on time. But, due to the excessive fog, it got delayed and finally reached my destination 2 hours late. But I was still hopeful that everything would fall into place - how optimistic of me.

I reached the Dargah sharif on time, and after completing the ziarat, called up Nafs and Kashif(my college friend) to come to Karim's situated near the Dargah. Kashif said that he had some work and would need atleast one more hour before he could come. Nafs, unfortunately did not pick up the call :(.

After waiting for an hour and spending time on various book stalls and tea shops, Kashif came. We then enjoyed a great meal, and forgot to keep a tab of the time in the process. By the time we got up to leave, it was already 2 - and I was supposed to go back home, pick up my luggage, and reach New Delhi station - all before 3 PM. Achievable you say - well read on.

Another shocker came when my sister called up to tell me that she would not be able to make it as she was stuck up with some work in office. Another joth to my "well laid" plans :D. Anyhow, Kashif promised to drop me home so that I would not be very late to my next planned meeting. After picking up my stuff, I told him that I would take an auto to the station, but he insisted on dropping me to a place near his office where - according to him - it would be easier to get an auto to the railway station, and I gave in. Big mistake!!

I stood there, waiting for a bus or an auto to arrive for half an hour. The ones that came were either not em pty, or not interested in going on that route. They were even not ready to drop me off till CS - from where I could have caught a Metro. After waiting for more than 45 minutes an auto wallah finally agreed to drop me - though he said that I would have to walk for some distance to reach the station. At that time I was desparate to reach the bl**dy station one way or the other, and so I agreed. He actually was a nice guy, and took a few diversions to avoid the jam packed routes and dropped me at New Delhi railway station at 4:20 PM.

I finally met my college friend, Alikesh, when he arrived 15 minutes later - and we spent the next 45 minutes chatting. After that, we decided to check the platform of the train before chatting some more. Now, we were at the Ajmeri Gate end of the station, which meant that the nearest platform was planform no 16 and platform no 1 was the farthest. And AP express usually departs from platform 15 or 16. But here too Professor Murphy did not leave me alone. Today the train came at platform no 4 :(. So, I had to make a run for it as well.

Day 1 comes to an end here. Distance travelled - around 900 Kms. Number of states touched - 3 (UP, Delhi, and MP(The train entered MP as well :P)).

The next day was majorly uneventful as it was spent in the train. I did cross MP, Maharashtra, and AP - where my journey culminated. I know this is not exactly what the title seems to signify, but this is how it is - take it or leave it.

This is Hashir, signing off.

Over and out.

P.S. - I got "Catch 22" - will post a review soon. Also, wait for an announcement - I am planning for something :D.

09 November, 2009

Senseless banter

I am sorry for the senseless banter that is about to follow, but I have to put this down. I know that by the time this is actually posted it will be more than a week since my sister's marriage, but I promise to myself that there will be no changes in the original version. This will be posted as it is being written now.

It feels kind of wierd after your sister's marriage. On one hand, you are happy that she is beginning a new life together with some one she loves, someone who cares about her and will love her for the rest of his life, and on the other hand you are sad to see a part of you leave for ever. I know it is not that she will stop being your sister, but you will obviously never have the kind of time to spend together that you had before, nor will you come first in her life.

The strange thing is, while we all talk about the feeling of the girl's parents, there is little or no thought given to those of her siblings, specially her brothers. It seems that we brothers are assumed to be detatched from our sisters, but believe me, it is not the case.

We may not get a chance to express our anguish or to mourne our loss, but the feeling is still there - may be not for all to see. I know, because I have felt that way twice.

And still, I am happy because my sister is, and because she is stepping into a new dimension with the man she loves. I just hope and pray that their ride is a happy one :).

This is Hashir, signing off

Over and out

23 October, 2009

Home bound

Am leaving for home for 2 weeks in a few hours. Hopefully by the time I am back, I will be out of the writer's block that has plagued me for the last two months. Till then,

This is Hashir, signing off,

Over and out

24 September, 2009

Confused me

There are some moments, some experiences in life that make you question your beliefs, your choices, your entire being. Recently something like this has happenned to me, and I am still dazed and confused. Please forgive me for the ramblings that follow, but I find myself unable to write anything else.

I have found myself repeatedly staring the New Post window, and unable to fund words to express myself. It gets real frustating at times, and I still am not sure if I have my sanity with me, or I have lost it. To tell you the truth, am not sure of anything right now.

What happened is this - One of my friend, who works in a large and reputed IT organization, had a client visit recently. And as happens on such occasions, the management was in a tizzy in organising everything and trying to ensure that everything goes on well. He happened to overhear a discussion on the arrangements between his manager and some folks from the senior management, and was surprised to hear the person from the management say, "Why are you people worrying about the client. Just organise a shopping trip and send 2 or 3 girls from the project along, and all will be fine."

He was surprised to say the least, but decided to ignore the comment as he had met many such A$$#oles already and had learnt not to bother about them and their mentality. And then came the last day of the client visit, and two of his lady colleagues were sent along with the client representatives to "help" them in shopping.

It is this incedent that has blown my head, and for the first time in my life, made me question my decision to join the IT industry. True, this is what I wanted to do since class 10th, and that I joined Computer Engineering against the wishes and advise of my parents who were worried due to the dot com burst, but now I am proud of my choice any more. I feel let down, cheated, and dishonoured. I am not sure if I am in the IT industry or in the escorting business?

True, they did send a male colleague along, but that is not the point. The point is, would they have sent their sisters or friends? I think not. Then how can they behave in such a manner just because the people in question are just colleagues and not relatives? Maybe this is my small town upbringing kicking in, or may be I am just being a male chaunivist pig, but to me members of the fairer sex deserve all the respect in the world, and certainly not such a behaviour.

The problem with me is that I became so engrossed in persuing my first dream that I never had a plan B for my life. And now that I want to leave all this behind and go for something else, I find myslef without options.... sad but true.

I know that off late my posts have been very pessimistic, but am not sure of what else to write and how to maintain the pretense of all being well when it is not.

On a brighter note, some of my college friends are dropping in for this weekend.... Hoping for some real fun time after all these days.

This is Hashir, signing off

Over and out

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11 September, 2009

I am still alive

Yeps guys... I am, and hopefully - so is my blog.

Just need to sort out a few things, both worldly and in my head, and then I will be back.... Till then, please be patient.

And Sam, I have not forgotten about the tag - will do that soon.

Just pray for me in the mean time... really need them.

This is Hashir, signing off

Over and out

02 September, 2009

Woken from my stupor

Just when it seems that I have forgotten my blog, in comes Zeba and wakes me up from my stupour. This time, she has tagged me.

The rules are thus…

RULE 1
You can only say Guilty or Innocent.
RULE 2
You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!
RULE 3
Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 20 of your friends to answer this.

Asked someone to marry you? Innocent

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent

Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent

Ever told a lie? Guilty

Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Innocent

Kissed a picture? Guilty

Slept in until 5 PM? Guilty

Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty

Held a snake? Guilty

Been suspended from school? Guilty

Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent

Stolen from a store? Guilty

Been fired from a job? Innocent

Done something you regret? Guilty

Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent

Kissed in the rain? Innocent

Sat on a roof top? Guilty

Kissed someone you shouldn’t? Innocent

Sang in the shower? Guilty

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent

Shaved your head? Guilty

Had a boxing membership? Innocent

Made a girlfriend cry? Innocent

Been in a band? Innocent

Shot a gun? Guilty

Donated Blood? Guilty

Eaten alligator meat? Innocent

Eaten cheesecake? Innocent

Still love someone you shouldn’t? Innocent

Have/had a tattoo? Innocent

Liked someone, but will never tell who? Innocent

Been too honest? Guilty

Ruined a surprise? Guilty

Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards? Guilty

Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty

Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Guilty

Joined a pageant? Innocent

Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty

Had communication with your ex? Innocent

Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent

Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Innocent

As far as passing this is concerned - I pass it to anyone who wants to take it... Just leave a comment that you are picking up the tag :)

This is Hashir, signing off

Over and out

15 August, 2009

A realization - and a resolution

I have just realized this, but off late I have been hiding behind a curtain of excuses and lies. I have forced myself to a believe that I will and can not learn anything unless I have to work on it. And so I have landed in a state of inertia, a comfort zone which I have not left in ages, and have stopped doing what I loved the most - coding.

Somewhere in between I forgot about the days when I would sit for hours trying to write a new piece of code - all just for myself - just for the sake of learning something new.

It is no wonder that I have stopped enjoying my job - because I forgot why I came into this field - it was that thirst of learning, that high you experience when you solve the problem at hand, the thought which does not let you sleep at night, that satisfaction you get when you know you gave it your best shot and then some more, the appriciation you see in the eyes of your friends and peers.

That was what attracted me to this field, that was what made me so passionate about it. But, somewhere down the line I allowed others to take rein of my life, I allowed them to dictate what I can and can not do, or rather what I should and ahould not do.

But no more. Starting now, I am going to take back the reins of my life back in my hands. If that means failure and disappointment then so be it. Atleast I will have the satisfaction of knowing that I lived and worked on my job on my terms and gave it my best shot.

And since I am really bad at following and fulfilling my resolutions, here is my resolution on my birthday. I resolve that I will not do anything mentioned above. I will allow others to take control of my life and decide the direction I will take. And, I fully intend not to keep it.

This is Hashir, signing off (and taking the reins back),

Over and out

14 August, 2009

Happy Birthday............ To me :)


Today is my birthday... so shower me with your blessings and wishes :)

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