The Narvaw Walla

Women Uprising -Kashmir Girls in School Uniform Pelting Stones to the State Cops. The brain of the Valley is Painted dark Cloudy, the Chaotic random Vision Can’t  Visualize the actual disorder of Star-cross,  “Iqra” is burning at the Stake, the think tanks are making one on one, the Old Vulture is gathering  the  bones, the loyalists are fumbling the Placards of Praising Words. A need of an Artist Who can Canvas the Geography of Valley more as beauty thing. Mainstream Politicians and other big shots are in deep Water, every Cut Throat death in the Valley of Which Women has never been a Part. See, Civil Wars, Whether  it Was the War of Crusades or any War fought for Caliphate .What the intellectuals think about the future of new generation? Every individual might have Concern about the Contemporary Scenario, how a budding generation is  dragged afar from Education, as if Educational Institutions of the Valley are made the field of honour for ...

That Old Woman The old woman who often met them at evening right at the front of main gate of the society and outside a near by wine bar when he with his friends  used to go for a walk after the dinner. She is wearing a thick glass spectacle that defines her vision problem ,her torn clothes that he think that she never changed since from the ages , her broken slipper , her glass bangles of green color on her left arm and sunken eyes in the sockets.  The old woman with her hawks eye   collect the crystal bottles of beer, brandy and   whisky, the disposal glasses which the people throw in the drains and on roadside who come from far away places  at evening time after their daily duty routines to drink here. Especially the bottles of Vodka sell on a high value.   She  collect the waste material and made her earning. After  filling two little white bags she goes to her home and on the way she sits on a big stone out side the main-gate of...

Saira Saira a woman from the lower caste Harijan. She used to sew clothes on commission to full fill her daily needs and for the education of his little child Aaakash. All  the time he saw clouds of sadness on her face , her figure is  as lean as a reed, hollow and dry. She lives with her drunkard husband in a near by compartment ,who used to drink at any time especially at mornings and come to his rented flat in a fit of anger to harass and abuse his wife Saira. He thought that he will teach Aakash who is in first standard at St. John School, but his friend Roy told him that  the husband of Saira will accuse that He has illicit relations with Saira. Once he thought that he will enquire from Saira about the daily routine of abusing of her husband but Anie told him that it will cut a sorry figure of him ,if he will do so. Saira will think otherwise and will tell  her husband about the enquiry. From that day he never thought about the Screaming  neighborhood....

Aasiya||Neelofar Rape and Murder. Aasiya and her Sister-in-law Neelofar were allegedly raped and murdered by Indian Jawans in Kashmir 2009. Their bodies were picked up from a low water level stream: Ranbi Ara. It is a deep sense of Shame, almost of inadequacy,  that India has allowed the Stake holders and Rakshaks to represent the triumph of communalism;  Under the organised Colonialism in Kashmir to loot, plunder, molest, abduct and rape the women of "other" community. No matter such brutal incidents in Kashmir against women are fresh to the memories of every Kashmiri since the Kunan/Poshpora, Aasiya/Neelofar or Aasifa had been torched. Go through the pages of Partition of India during 1947, not the Historical figure, but the oral stories from the people who were rescued in Ashrams, Partition literature, celebrating it was the Independence of Indian Subcontinent from the Great Britain,  a new state Pakistan was born (on the name of Islam) but they bluffe...

The Braid Chopper Myth  The absurd matchinary to Violate the Chastity of Women inside the Kashmir Valley can be traced by a gradual fabrication of Incidents that Channeled an eruption at it's exact Spot for which it has been manufactured.  Since from ages this place has been Practiced as Common market to lampoon, the millitia of Surrounded mountains Practice the act like a Stage- Whisper which is  Only heard by the folk who pretend to be audience. This affair of hatred may lead to serious resentments that insignificant events may cause great Conflicts.  This Devil act out many Characters roaming randomly during the Primetime when it is the requirement of this Strategy, One  can identify him Ratt Choor (Blood sucker) , sometimes it is Presented as Naar Choor, Some other time Boot , many times as 29-15 and Naabid and this time he Performs as Brad Chopper in the  theatre of Death. The only aim is to distract and deviate the exact order of...

Nagpur Diaries  Leaf One As the day passed he was feeling fatigue due to the toilsome reading of short stories of Saadat Hasan Manto throughout the day apart from a luncheon that was a  plate full of rice and little some unbaked vegetables which are usually cooked by an inexperienced culinarian fella. At a leased apartment when one is far away from his home particularly perusing a job or study he manages all his domestic stuff right from cooking, washing clothes up to ironing. It was twilight hour, his Cell phone was ringing, as he attended the call, it was his mentor. “Attend a workshop tomorrow, Dada Ji”, She said.  He was much pleased to listen about the good news, it had been so long that he attended the classes during his college days. He was not much updated about the ethics which nowadays a student has to follow in his classroom. As the night moved on he was supposed to be at the prescribed venue at sharp 14:00 hour’s. The promised place was of walkin...

 My Granny ......  Often She Canvass the rustic rural life of her times, she was young and energetic, her granny (Beg Ded) to whom she calls Amma , migrated with her brother from Abbotabad , this Place got divided with Pakistan from Kashmir , when it was a great divide of Indian subcontinent , hundreds and millions of People displaced from both the sides,  Pakistan and India  , they left their birth places where they lived happily with their families. Beg Ded came with her brother to live a typical rural life in a Village, very distant in space or time , rural Baramulla, they lived in an idyllic retreat in the Countryside. All in the lap of nature, deciduous pines and deodar precisely next door to. Wansiran , the Village name, Where they were destined to live the rest of their lives, Amma (Beg Ded) was a pious lady, dutiful and worthy to her religion. She often gave classes to her grandson and granddaughter Khadija, the Persian literature, Kareema , Naame H...

Nagpur Diaries  Leaf Two  Futala Lake   “Futala Lake ” Nagpur, attracts a lot of People especially on weekends and evenings, it’s prime location is nearly fifteen kilometers away from Sadar , Bazar Nagpur. Having a wallet filled with bucks inside the Pocket can make a day out especially to a must visit place like Futala Lake. Fuel up the tank of vehicle at a nearby filling station, Rana tansactioned  rupees hundred note from a neaby ATM and fixed in the employes hand. The Place was unknown for both the friends and on the way they used to enquire from the people about the right track for the destination. One of the Couple were going the  very same Place as they followed them, on the side ways there are some institutions of which they read the sign boards that “Kendriya Vidyalaya Nagpur” , ” Animal Husbandry University” and an “Air Force Station”. They kept the Bike inside a nearby Closed tea stall and start walking by foot, there were a number of loveb...