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Friday 29 June 2012

Dastageer Sahib Shrine: Crackling Cries and White Noise


The Kashmiri phrase “Zaer booz baeh wehir Budshah moudh” (The Deaf heard after twelve years that Budshah died) actually represents the flow of information and news in earlier times. That it travelled a distance and reached in a certain time span is obvious. I can feel the shock that Zor (deaf) would have felt of Budshah’s death. He might have died after the news about the event. One can imagine Habba Khatoon reciting a poem and the way it travelled orally from place to place and person to person, and also the joy and pain the lyrics brought with it. The introduction of mechanical media changed the scene altogether. The news still travelled but a bit faster. Chrar-i-Sharif happened and the next morning we had newspaper informing us of the shock. But, this time it was different. My mother called me early in the morning and informed me about Dastageer Sahib Shrine. After moments of uneasiness, I logged into my Facebook account and there it was; Photos with commentaries, comments, arguments and what not. Dastageer Sahib Shrine was burning and I was being updated continuously through various social networking and online sites. It was not a shock neither news. It was the murder of the event instantaneously. The event did not unfold as it should have been, neither did it enter our lives as it should have. We did not get enough time to let it sink in, let alone mourn.
Next day our impetuous intellectuals, journalists and writers were ready with the news and its interpretations. While the emotional aftershocks of the event were still felt by every Kashmiri heart, they were ready with terse headlines, hyperbolic wisdom and witty pieces. It felt so mechanical as if a person whose whole family and home burned and the very next morning took his suitcase, went to the job planning to find a new house and new family. The whole day you could see the news, articles, Facebook statuses, comments, discussion topics in various groups piling up so much and so fast that you lost track of it. The immediacy and excessiveness of information and interpretations murdered the event. The event was located within a cultural context and had meaning only in that sociality as it was of immense symbolic significance to that culture. But, the etching of that event from time, space and culture to the surface of media murdered the event. Rather than communicating it resulted in non-communication and only emphasized the efficacy of technological connectedness and intrepidness of tech-savvy.
Before the event could unfold its natural course and have its natural consequences it was hijacked by mass media and inflated with information and personal interpretations so much that the event got asphyxiated of its singularity. The reality of the event was killed by the excessiveness to which it was directed and disappeared not because it was lacking in reality but because there was excessive reality mediated.
The event no longer remained real as it was murdered to live into the hyperreal. I am reminded of a Hadith from Sahih Bukhari and Sahih Muslim where Prophet S.A.W told his companions that there will be a group of people who will be more pious than you and in comparison to them you will hold your religiosity insignificant but still they will be doomed. Their doom, I believe, is brought by their being hyperreal. They are more pious than pious and that is what kills them. In the same way the event did not happen for the excess of it.
P.S: Earlier the tragedy of Kashmir was that it had few intellectuals. The tragedy now is that it has more of them.

Sunday 24 June 2012

VIGNETTES



Loh
There is a book in which our entire fate is written. Each and every moment. The moment one looks into it, everything changes. Each and every moment. So, no one looks into it and that’s why our fate doesn’t change.


Interlocutors
In teasing me, they tore the sides of my dupatta and then appointed three guys to interlock it.


Lie Reports
In yesterday’s encounter, Lie was hurt badly and Truth murdered. From now on Lie will have a limp as well as all the Truth’s dealings.


Values
Mother always said about her daughter, “I trust her. She will never do anything that will hurt our pride.”
Daughter was divorced in seven days and when she came back she told her mother, “Mother! I did nothing that would have hurt you.”


Metamorphosis
You should know that this was a playground not a graveyard and I was a student not a grave digger.


Administration and Service
Naseer loved poetry and qualified KAS. Now he has a strange obsession of writing poems on the back of Office Files.



Simulacra
Do you remember the boy named Revolution from Capitalism class? Well, the news is that he was murdered decades ago and not to fan controversy the school used another boy as his cover.
So what’s the big deal?
C’mon! The deal is that we never actually met Revolution.



Astray
Do you remember the servant who met Death on his way, and terrified, he ran to Samarkand to be safe. Well, he never reached Samarkand, otherwise he would be safe. He reached Kashmir.



To be or not to be
Two doctors were discussing; why treat a grenade blast victim when it is a high time to treat grenade itself. One was killed and the other still practices.



Romeo and Juliet
House of Aseels……House of kameens
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Kashmir, where we lay our scene…


Metaphysics
The Old man lived in Jammu for last eighteen years. He believed he was living in Srinagar. Last evening, he was killed in Maisuma encounter and body was found in Jammu.


Survival
America has no myth. It survives because it produces myths.
India has myths. It survives because it does not have to produce one.
Kashmir is a myth.


Surat An-Nur [24:30]
Hey! See that girl. She’s beautiful. Check her dress. It is so light. I can even see her bra. See the slits of her dress. Oh! These girls. They are spoiled. Islam is best. It has abbaya.


India and Pakistan
Coyote and Road Runner reversing roles.



People
The professor was arrested because he put stones in question paper. People resisted.
The professor was arrested for putting mammary in the question paper.
Resisted People.


Invitation 2 Revolution
Thnks 4 ur invitation. Bt, I can’t cm. M involvd in a similr revolution at anthr place. Srry. Bt I wl share it on Facebook.


Dogs
We are paid to do our jobs.


 Tease-Truth
Truth does no strip-tease. It is an act only of lie because Truth is already naked.



Rape
When the abaya wearing girl felt the gaze of boys striping her naked, she thanked God that this age has no Lalla Ded.

Thursday 14 June 2012

I can see


I can see
from my silent grave
the Night sky-
the graveyard of lights
each grave unmarked
with cold stone of star
I can see
the moon-
gravedigger's dwelling
falling into my dead eyes
like dark light
I can see
from my sigh-lit grave
the earth-
the graveyard of darkness...



Sunday 10 June 2012

BEYOND THE SANDS OF TIME


I tried
Tried hard
To melt you
And paint my Watch
Its needles
Its every part
With your molten beauty
So that
You become
My time...
But
You insist on
Being an Hourglass
So that
We may
Slip through time

Wednesday 6 June 2012

NARAAZGI


“Kaha tha na
Dair raat gaye
Phone nahi karna
Ab dekho kya kar diya tumne
Ek khushboo si bhar di
Merey andar
Merey bahar
Meri saansoun mein
Is kamrey mein
Aur
Is tumhari khushboo mein
Meri neend udd gai
Ab bolo
Kaise dekhunghi tumhe
Khwaaboun mein
Buddhu!”

Tuesday 5 June 2012

RANDOM THOUGHTS



I

If mirrors had memories
I would be one in your room

II

If dreams were literate
They would have learnt
Not to dream you

III

If I could translate
Your beauty in poems
I would have
Tethered a butterfly

Monday 4 June 2012

MAI NAZM NAHI, MAI AZAAD HOON


Us key wajood mein rakha hua
RDX phata
Tou maine
Maani ki cheethdoun pey
Alfaz ki dhajiyaan
Laga kar
Kagaz pey rakh diya usey
Wo saans leney lagi
Magar uska
Nazm-o-Nizaam
Bigad chuka tha
Tashbih ki khabar nahi par
Istiaara jal chuka tha
Maine
Qalam ki nok sey
Khoon mein luthdey
Uskey badan ko
Choo kar kaha
Qagaz sey
Bahar na nikalna
Wahan nuqaad baithey hain
Jo lafz lafz tolengey
Tujhe kya kya na bolengey
Behtari issi mein hai
Yahin
Qagaz mein dafan hoja.

Qagaz key ik Koney ka
Sahara ley kar
Apney zakhmi wajood ko
Utha kar
Us ney
Mujhse kaha:
Mera husn
Mere lafzoun ki tarteeb
Sab bigad gai hai
Mai nazm tou bilkul nahi
Nazm tou mera
Istiaara bhi nahi
Mai tou
Kashmir hogai hoon
Isliye
Mai azaad hoon,
Azaad hoon mai

Sunday 3 June 2012

Miscarriage



Woh
rutha hai tou
meri tashbihaat ney
mere istiaarou ko
qatl kr
khudkushi kr li hai
aur
meri nazm b
qalm ki nok se
kood kr
qagaz pey
bich gai hai
zinda laash ki tarah

Saturday 2 June 2012

DEGREE CELSIUS


Itni garmi mein
phone se aati
tumhari thandi awaaz
mujhe
aise choo gai
ki saansein jam gai
meri rooh mein
seelan aagai
aur
mere jazbaat ki dewaar
aise
aansu aansu
utar rahi hai
jaise
tumhare shaanou se
dupatta