Death: A Dear Friend

A very morbid title. Isn't it? Nay, not so.

 By the way, Hello Everyone! Hope that I've reached you all in good health and good time. I don't have much free time these days, and definitely no time to mourn, my life these days is a total celebration, full of jive, color, love and music. No time to look at all that makes me sad but then again it's the perfection of thought that is imperfect, and that brought me to this simple communicating device.



A Very Romantic Death

 About death, really the thought isn't frightening. What are we going towards? Why are we aging? What is closing to our ends? It's the same dear friend that has followed us time and time again, warning to touch us at a certain time, till when we are alive. But nothing lasts forever, why is it so frightening to feel something so real after which there will be no feeling left?

I somehow tend to talk openly about the topic of death, and hence, am taken to be a depressionist. But that's rather a realist statement. Nothing is so real and so true as death for it is destined to meet us in a good time and at a good day. There's nothing depressing about it. Nothing is so fearful as death because that's the basis for every fear is death itself. For example, fear of dark prevails as there might be death closing by anytime unaware, the fear of thunder because you never know where it might strike. So like death itself. But the angel of death is our everyday companion. Even when a stranger has assured no harm, the fear of death always remains to be and the fictious world of reality seems to be dreamier than a dream.

Many a times we complain how nothing is going right in our lives. But yet we are too frightened when death shows it's presence. No matter nothing may be right in out lives, our love for life is just as great as our complains from it. We want to rise time and time again to a bliss that we still exist. No person, no matter how much of a daredevil remains so after they have felt that the hand of death lies nearer than the cellphones in their pockets.

Is there a life after death? But then again, is there a life before death?

Many mythologies (Aryan, Egyptian, Greek, Babylonian) talk about a life after death. The Egyptians left the riches as they might come in handy in the life after death. Some others talk about a cycle of life and death going hand in hand. We are born the moment we died. And hence in this life, we only survive.

The angel of death roams behind us in the loneliest of our times, it's hand intervening with that of God, possessing our time, all that is there and all that is not. Leaving little to imagination, it isn't cruel or brutal, it is just doing it's job. It is ensuring that we live each and everymoment as it comes. The only music in my life yet is a lecture and the colors come from the covers of textbooks. But I celebrate each moment as it comes. Smiling and thanking God for each breathe I take. I don't leave the few joys to be done till tomorrow: apologising if I have offended anyone, accepting a grace, giving a smile, thanking anyone to whom I am to say so...



I belive that thanks to the fact that there is a death, I live and love my life as it comes. Now as I risk the fact of choking on the delicious food put up in front of me (by the grace of my dear mother) I bid farewell to everyone. Much love!

Peace out!
-Neetz

Randomisation

Friends, lovers, and readers... Lend me thy ears! Okay, eyes rather. But whatever...

An eye for an I.

What an IDEA sirji!

I am officially back, and... well, not like I was away or anything. Whatever, I just haven't been on. That's about it. I am in particular, both, happy and bummed. Happy because I don't know why... bummed because I can't figure out why I am happy. But then again, the world's a merry go round. The higher it gets, the merrier it is. And such is life dearies. Now over the last month, I added my mum to my facebook list, I can't seem to be active on facebook much and my mum's actually getting friend requests from my friends. (Go figure). Actually, the fact that I have the coolest mother on the planet.

Today the Displaced Frequency shall write only for the sake of writing as the topic I am going to be focusing on isn't actually worth attention as it is prone to commotion.

The Babari Masjid-Rama Mandir issue verdict is delayed (again) in the supreme court. When BJP was in power, the archeologists (unfortunately) discovered Ayodhya (The birth place of Sri Rama). Now at that moment, the Hindutva party (a.k.a. BJP) had removed the Masjid from there and made a Rama Mandir instead. Couldn't Sri Rama live in a masjid instead? He was Maryada Purushottam (the most pious man) after all (or so claim the scriptures)... I am damn sure he wouldn't want people to be switching their fate over something so irrelevant as a place of worship, as all religions claim God to be omnipotent.

Now this is what the government in action back then should've done: call in legal people, have a mandir next to masjid, that's about it. There we go, unity and dignity. Yay! Everyone happy! But no, they HAD to remove the masjid; cause a controversy; and bring on riots. Seriously, rips apart my nerves (in anger, obvious).

Actually, politics is a very manipulative institution. A very famous chain letter (most are junk, some are good) from the Bush era:-

President Bush went to an elementary school to speak to grade 5 students.

After glorifying the United States, and why they have the best country in the world (in theory), he asked if any child had any questions. Little boy Mark raised his hand. President Bush asked him his name and question.

The timid little boy Mark said, "I am Mark Mathhews, Mr. President sir... And I have a few questoins. Why did U.S. attack Iraq without the approval of U.N.? Where is Osama? And why does the U.S. support Pakistan so much?"

Mr. President Bush sir, complimented Mark, "you are indeed a very intellegent boy little Mark." At this point, the lunch bell rang. "Okay kids, we'll talk later after the lunch break."

After the lunch break the kids assembled in their class with President Bush standing in front of them. "Does anyone have any question?"

Another timid innocent hand went up. This time it was little girl Susie. "Mr. President, sir my name is Susie G. And I have 5 questions. Why did U.S. attack Iraq without the approval of U.N.? Where is Osama? Why does U.S. support Pakistan so much? Why did the lunch bell rang before twenty minutes? And last, where is Mark?"

And such is politics. Today it's God to blame, and God knows who tomorrow. Untill then

Peace out!

-Yours truly

Neetzi

Oh! I almost forgot to mention about the photos. They are taken from a construction site near my cramschool. I find it pretty cool of how life can be so different and hard for some people and they cary on without knowing if anything better exists. It's as if they are living in that moment as a whole. Living up to the max best. That's pretty awesome. Respect to them, and I shall (try to) study pretending that nothing better exists. We all do find people to look up to, to respect and regard. Cheers! Oh that, and the last photo is my footstep casted in my own shadow. I walk a little faster than normal people when I am to walk alone so... This is the clearest image I can get of myself. (When I am undergoing displacement).

Playing for Change

So we all love music... right? And that music can reach through boundaries... right? Taking both they made some really good stuff and it's called Playing for a Change.

Like musicians from war affected countries play songs... folk and famous. And trust me, they're not some street performers, but actually talented musicians. Over 60 countries with a developing economy, not very upright polotical and social scenario and over 100 musicians (and some REALLY famous ones) are singing, playing and it's a grunge. Like a patchwork of various cultures.

All the time there's a different feeling. Combining various techniques to make something so... so soothing and unique and tranquil something like peace itself. And for a moment you ask yourself... "if the music doesn't mind co-existing, then why don't we?"

Like my personal favourite is this certain Tula in the chanda mama video from Tel Aviv and another Stefano Tomaselli. Italian and a great sax player! David Broza from Tel Aviv too very very very amazing guitarist. Yeah and the coolest thing is that reggae and classic music make an awesome combination.

You might have heard some of them before, but I personally reccomend you to listen to the Playing for Change versions too. You'll see the difference and appreciate it.

Oh that, and don't forget to visit their website http://www.playingforchange.com/ cuz that's where you know how can you help the moment.

 

Now they've gone to Nepal too.

You can make a donation, stand for the cause, encourage peace and music, and well a lot. Really, we're all tired of War and need no more trouble.

Peace!

-Neetz

The Developed Cannibal

chash-e-nam jaan-e-shorida kaafi nahi
tohmat-e-ishq-e-poshida baqi nahi
aaj bazaar mein paa baajola chalo

These words are from one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite authors, Faiz. In simple english, these words mean

moist eyes, sacrificed lives aren't enough
the love nurtured privately isn't enough
today walk in the town square fettered in chains

Maybe Faiz saw it before us. As many say, this was written by Faiz on the condition of Pakistan when democracy was disembled. Faiz, on the contrary, was a communist. In my view, Faiz, from this poem, predicted our lives today. We all are prisoners in the drape of a free citizens. What is law but imprisoner of self will? We need laws, only if we are vulnerable to others. So what makes them say that the laws are sufficient?

Today, the Times of India, one of the leading newspapers, says that US president Barrack Obama has given a nod to the missile which can hit anywhere from anywhere in one hour, even at an altitude above 350,000 ft! Don't we have enough destruction machines? Yes, the modern day free citizens are all walking fettered in chains with fascist rulers blind as justice itself (as many say in hindi, Andha kanoon or blind justice).

Although the Thinking Tree suppliment yesterday, says that "testosterone" hormone is responisble for wars. Well, that person HAS to witness something called back "bitching" and "cat fights" if that person is too obsessed with "dog wars". No gender particularly is to blame. HUMANITY has lost it's value for human rights (as if it had any).

Comming back to the one hour missile, what's the guarantee that only Osama will be killed? I mean, it could strike anywhere and maybe kill someone innocent.

Nazis were German, and Einstein was German. Does that have to mean that Einstein was a Nazi? Well, destroying the whole race of Pashtun speaking people doesn't have to mean all the terrorists were killed.

Maybe this weapon of mass destruction isn't such a bad idea. Maybe it will kill Osama. Then what? Our great world leaders would successfully save us from terrorism, with nothing else to do. Or maybe they'll bread another Osama for their little "hunt" and push over their nuclear experts to design some more "mordern" weapons and finally when they'll be tired of this, they'll start a war.

The truth is Homo sapiens can NEVER get enough. We enjoy others' miseries as it makes us feel that we're in a much better position.

First the human tribes fought with animals of the wild, displacing them, causing extinction. Mother nature also gave them a bit support and gave them control of the world. Now they are showing their "human" nature and fighting withing their own species for a better space and an upper hand. Mother nature was wrong. Even with our stomach fill, with our skins covered, with a roof over our head, we can NEVER be in harmony with all around us.

Rare species are still being hunt/poached killed, Human traficking still going on, victims of domestic violence, other violence, drug abuse, sex abuse are still demanding justice, wars still going on, leaders still manipulating public, people still commit suicides, and the circus goes on with one, but one ring master in the middle leading us through. We are still unaware of the spectators.

Stephen Hawkings, one of the world's leading scientist has proposed that aliens exist and might be among us. Maybe they enjoy the human circus of mordernised cannibalism.

Inorder to convince myself, that this moment, I am leading a happy life knowing that all my loved ones are safely alive and those who are not are at a better place than here,

Peace!

-Neetzi