I Killed my Mother

I was born in this country. This was my motherland. This was the soil that nourished me in to being what I became. I left my home eight years ago, to pursue a life of adventure, of new worlds, a life of thrills. Today, I'm back in my home, and my nation bays for my blood.

I am not Ajmal Kasab. My name is not Dawood Ibrahim. I was no high profile terrorist. You don't know my name. Pick a 13 year old guy from anywhere in your world. I was him. I didn't even live in Kashmir. My religion, I forgot long ago. But I remember, I was born to poverty. I was born to circumstances that didn't allow my ambitions to prosper. I lived in a society that had taken everything from me. My dignity, my hope, my chances of living the life of a successful human. One of the reasons, I didn't believe in god, was that then I'd have someone to blame for it. I don't blame. So I have no god.

The Other Brother

The following post, is a voluntary contribution, by a close friend, an inspiration, and one of the readers of this blog. It is a response to an earlier post made by the blog author titled "For the Brother that I could never have". Thank you. Its an honor for the blog. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, Gaurav Ojha.

Dear Brother,

I got your last letter, hope you sent it in better health and spirit than when the CIA agents last left you. You know it brother that somewhere deep inside i do love you. But as you say, we've never been able to be brothers by choice.

For the brother that I could never have...

Dear Brother,

We've been brothers by destiny. We've been brothers by hardships. We've been brothers when we have had to bow. We've been brothers when we celebrated our liberation. Sadly, we've never been able to be brothers by choice.

The Pensive Pen: The Price of a Heart

The Pensive Pen: The Price of a Heart

A Slice of Fire: Of Flyovers, the lights and the smiles.

A Slice of Fire: Of Flyovers, the lights and the smiles.

No one killed her

Whenever there comes an hour of crisis, the 'leading' nations of this century come to the forefront, and mitigate the situation. Be it any war, or an economic depression, or global warming, a natural disaster, or a man made one. But seldom do they reach solutions that can be called potent enough, to deal with most of the situations. What might be the reason of this, of the best brains and resources of this planet being unable to solve problems?

Boontoo: A New Name

Boontoo: A New Name

Second instalment of the tale.