Search for:
Welcome Guest
[Login | Register]
Shopping Basket
Your basket is empty.
0Items in cart:
$0.00Total:
 
Information
Products: 9
Categories: 12
Prices: US Dollars
 
Currency
 
Language
 
Location: /Books Online

I'm MiniKashmir

I'm MiniKashmir

Product Information

I'm MiniKashmir

 Ramesh Bhatt

Only for those who have not lost their faculty of reason and who hence aspire to the better days for the whole humankind!

Many great people have taught me, and I

Cannot be-shame them by telling any lie!

 

 

 

t]/L sh–cbfoL ;] xf/ s] za–P–OlGtHÞff/ rnL uoL

d]/] HÞfAt] xfn ;] ¿7 s/ d]/] ud–u';f/ rn] uo]

g ;jfn–P–j;n, g c/HÞf–P–ud, g xsfot]+, g lzsfot++]

t]/] P]Xb d]+ lbn–P–HÞff/ s] ;eL Ovltof/ rn] uo]

ox xdL+ y] lhg s] lnaf; k/ ;/–P–¿ l;ofxL lnvL uoL

oxL bfu y] hf] ;hf s] xd ;/–P–ahd–P–of/ rn] uo] .

(km}HÞf cx\db km}HÞf)

 

"Disgusted with your fraudulent ways

the night of waiting did pass,

Resentful of my disciplined ways

my sympathizing all did leave.

No prospect of union! no entreaty of pain!

no factual reports! no complaints!In your reign, the aggrieve

lost all of its options.

We were the ones whose vestments upon

was writ glaring humiliation

These were the stigmas which we adorned

and went to the beloved’s meeting."

(Faiz Ahmed Faiz)

Introduction

 

To be a man is banned in the world. Particularly so in India. You are permitted and groomed to be anything except a man. From the pettiest of the establishments to the highest Institutions—like the Prime Minister’s Office—in practice, everywhere you hear the deafening admonition: Don’t be a man! Don’t be a man!… Kill every trace of the human being that may be surviving within you!…If you are obstinate enough to keep striving towards becoming a human being, it will be at your own peril; you will be destroyed for sure!

Yet there is a tiny fraction of the individuals who disregard all the warnings and all the humiliations they meet; they tend to preserve, enhance and extend the human beings in them. They refuse to be the beasts. And, of course, they meet their ruin.

To remain silent about the injustices, atrocities, chaos, lawlessness, tyranny, etc., is the job of those who are endowed with the bestial minds. However little or huge the magnitude of vanity, self-righteousness and oppression may be, silence about it is tantamount to supporting it. To a human being, death while fighting against the republic of monsters is far more honourable than the silence or abject surrender before it.

….

Since 1989AD, I have been planning to write a novel, "The Institution", about Kashmir, but such an undertaking, such a tremendous responsibility needs a great leisure and freedom. I couldn’t manage that. Other urgent things have been consuming my time so awfully that I have to drop the idea, and content myself with this short work for the time being.

….

The following pages can be enjoyable to any reader who feels or knows that even the smallest of the insignificant fights—by even the most ordinary, obscure persons—throw some light upon the causes and remedies of any phenomenon, and, consequently, they are worthy

of some analysis and criticism, worthy of being read when they appear in the print, and, above all, worthy of being understood.

 

15th August 2001AD

 

P.S.

It was on the 15th July 2001 that I felt my responsibility towards the then world-situation demanded an urgent attention. India and Pakistan were recklessly marching towards the war of an unprecedented devastation; the uneducated, ignorant and shortsighted Taliban rulers in Afghanistan were facing a dreadful hostility of the equally shortsighted but callous and stupid world-managers... I felt it absolutely urgent a calling to work my best to oppose the war and help the forces that could avert it. Within a month, I had completed writing and typing the work (without the supplements) that presently is in your hands. While I was writing emails to different publishers asking them whether they would like to publish my work, the day of the glory of innovative terrorism, that force-brought sense or farce of a sense—in accordance with their dispositions, notions, learning and interests—to various people of the world, came by. The culture of disconcern to the world-reality had suddenly been slain—so I thought would be the positive aspect of the happening—from the minds of the world that enjoy sloth, dullardship, it-hardly-concerns-me, what-can-I-do, self-surrender, etc. This thought bestowed me a new energy.

Owing to the global epidemic of an ocean of overproduction on the one hand, and widespread poverty, misery and scarcity on the other, we are currently in the ultra-savage, ultra-insane and the sickest period of the world-history. The events of the last decade of the twentieth century, the Iraq wars, the Rwandan massacre, Yugoslav genocide, Kosovo slaughters and the Afghan war were but the prelude to the Third Idiotic War, the first chapter of which is currently being written in Iraq. The chapters that the masters of ultra-savagery propose to write, are: Iran, Syria, Libya, Korea, Cuba, Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, India, …China, Russia, Eastern Europe, France, Germany... Will their plans work according as they desire it under their insane and savage-most compulsions and needs? How many of the world’s people shall still be surviving in 2013AD? Nobody knows the answers. There is a great possibility that something hitherto known only to the world of snakes may happen. A snake catches another by the head and starts swallowing it; yet another comes from the other side and starts swallowing the doomed prey from the side of its tail. The two powerful snakes go on enjoying the feast till they reach to the position where no more of the reptile they were relishing is left. Their teeth confront each other’s. There is no escape for the two held face to face thus with each other. One must consume the other with all its contents in its mouth and belly. If that happens, world’s people are fortunate.

At present though there is a daily advertisement that the "sweet" flesh of the carcass of Iraq is meant bear’s share for the bear, pig’s share for the pig, vulture’s share for the vulture, crow’s share for the crow, and so on. Jackals, wolves, dogs, cats, tigers, etc., all are invited to have a nibble of the delicacy in the feast with their Peace Keeping Forces.

Under these devastating world conditions, those people only can survive and escape the impending doom, that waste no time in curing the most fatal of all the diseases consuming them: vanity, depravity, perversion, deception, fraud, frustration, desperation, ignorance, cowardice and so forth. Never before has humanity had such tremendous need for reason, wisdom, magnanimity, truth, organisation, mutual understanding and social welfare as today. The condition of the world’s statesmen is pathetic. They are given to the notion that their shame is covered by the best robes in the world. All the courtiers and grown up public applaud them. It always needs the children of nature to proclaim: The king is naked! Every king is naked!

 

26th September, 2003AD

 

 

I’m MiniKashmir

 

Can you recognise me?

I’m Kashmir. Not the whole of course, but a part—a link in the chain, an organ in the organism, a fraction in the totality.

I don’t know my size, I don’t know my number, I don’t know my dimensions… All about me is obscure because my friends are obscure.

I’m proud because I’ve always been honest. I’ve never cheated anyone, others have cheated me. Yet I’ve never lost my faith in humanity and I’ll never lose it. For the day I lose my such misgiving or trust, that day must logically be my day of suicide; I’ll have no function left in life. This, therefore, is my only selfishness or prejudice: I must trust humanity—reason will one day triumph over the bestial ways; justice over injustice; human beings over beasts; better world over the wicked world; freedom over slavery; and so forth.

I’ve suffered all the imaginable and unimaginable atrocities, injustices, crimes and humiliation in the process of my life—but, being a proud man, thinking justice is my right, I’ll be the last man to invite anybody’s pity. I’m a soldier; truth is my vocation; victory my vision. If vanquished I’ll drink my dose of Hemlock as a satisfied sportsman.

My wounds, my injuries, my bleedings have been plentiful. But I am fighting. And losing. And getting steeled in the process.

Why have I been losing so far? You might arrive at some tangible conclusion through the reading of this work. And, on my part, it is one more stage in the process of my battles that I am presently writing this work. I seek the help and the opposition of my readers, as they deem fit in accordance with their dispositions. My individual efforts are hereby globally socialised with all the thinking people that aspire for the better days of humanity.

Let me introduce myself afurther vis-à-vis the history of my person.

....

Price: $5.00 $3.00


Product Code: 99946-898-5-1
 
Quantity: Add to Basket
Featured Product
 
Popular Products
 
Sale Items
 
Mailing List
Subscribe to our mailing list below:
Email:
 
Âö‡FÖÃà