I remember one time, coming back from pahalgam. Me and my mates were stopped by the army. They were searching houses. Put big lights around our neck and the gun barrel on our shoulders, and hid behind us. Used us as human shields to enter the houses.
Please use Kashmiri while talking to your kids, rather than the weird blend of hindi/urdu/english. I know language is just a means to communicate. But our mother tongue is slowly disappearing from our homes and I'm afraid it will be forgotten someday.
Hollywood romance is not practical in Kashmir. I mean you can't go stand outside her house at the middle of the night because she's mad. A: There are dogs everywhere. B: The army might be patrolling the streets. C: She doesn't exist.
Never share your vulnerabilities with anyone in hopes of finding someone to understand you. Remember, when an injured deer screams in pain, lions do come running towards it, but not to help.
It's not "just cricket":
In my eary naive years I also believed 'It's just cricket, why are people so mad about it". Only later when kashmiris started loosing their jobs over it, got beaten over it even thrown into jail, it was no longer just sports.
I'm carrying on with the existence of an old man, who spent his youth in wars and rest of the days battling his thoughts. You can't offer me anything new, I have tasted everything, the poison and the nectar. I enjoy it all, the excellence and the dread, the beauty and terror.
In case I don't have your affection, don't banish me out with your hate. How about we keep it unbiased and neutral and head out in our different directions?
Birthday wish : death to the art
When I turned 20, I stopped caring about birthdays. I thought I have outgrown the celebrations of being born. I thought this is a part of growing up, you discontinue living the child in you and you become bitter about it and even nostalgic.
This has to be one of the saddest day of my life so far. A girl was walking with a kid, playfully she asked him, 'ye kaun hai' and that snort eater said uncle.
Hard for a man to accept that he has no friends. You may see him in different circles, but he feels utterly alone. And it's hard for him to face it, the grim reality of how truly desolate and barren he feels.
For a kashmiri to support PCT is a form of resistance. It sounds silly right? But think about it, they have curbed every way a kashmiri can express his/her outcry. The very fact that we have to rely on cricket to show our stance, should tell you, how our voices are repressed.
INSTRUCTIONS FOR A BETTER LIFE:
1) Don't drink caffeine before bed. Attempt to sleep at least seven hours a night and accept that he / she is never coming back.
2) Accept that the past is irreparable and dwelling on it will change nothing. Dwell on it anyway, and then move on.
And it's India who denied freedom of expression, it's India that became political and used it to serve their decades of tyranny. Centrist behavior will not help you survive, choose a side, and embrace it. But always remember it's not "just" sports. It's a test of loyalty for them
I see you now, you are not different, or weird, you are flawed like the rest if us. And you are subtle with how you show them to others, they don't notice it, but I, I do. I see you now, you just want to be loved. You just want to be wanted.
@_Sartorius_
Initiate? It has been going on for decades. Just because you got your internet connection last night, doesn't mean history didn't happen. Clown.
You may support because you love just the sport, I believe many do, but remember, they represent a repressive political ideology, and you should acknowledge that. Because this neutrality, it will be the end of you.
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Agha Shahid Ali's poetry to be removed from curriculum in KU for being "resistance literature" meanwhile Kashmiri dislike him for not being resistant enough, is equal parts hilarious and sad.
Plot of every Pakistani tv show: two birds in love, fall apart because of family, marry different people, death, divorce, love reunited, quran ki kasm, evil mother-in-law, death.
I'll explain:
Say you love apples. One day an apple falls from a tree, you eat it and it is the most delicious thing. But suddenly a bird shits on you. You go back again, an apple falls, you eat and a bird shits on you. You don't mind the shit as long as the apples keep falling.
There is no point in explaining to people why Palestine is in the right. It's not like these people have historical amnesia, they are deniers by choice.
to a new dawn :
I know new year celebrations are tried and refused concepts. And we makes our jokes to stand out. But I truly wish each one of you a prosperous year. I hope all the loners realize they need not to stay aloof, I hope all nocturnal hearts find their sleep.
"acha bhai Kashmir se ho, thand toh nahi lagti hogi fir".
No sir nahi lagti, we wear the skin of animals we have hunted in snow covered mountains, in the middle of storms and then have a feast in our igloo, while our grandparents tell us stories about white walkers from Gurez.
@Bantiboss97
I serve nobody. It was their humiliation. Even in numbers they need to ride the shoulders of civilians. Scared shitless to do their job. The only good job they ever did was reminding us of their fear.
Absence isn't dreadful to me. It's people, when I'm surrounded by them, I feel detached. Sometimes about people that I cannot shake off. They appear to me as crowds, a blur in my head, an unnecessary worry taking It's first step. I can deal with myself but I can't deal with them.
@mindbehindbarzz
You come here puking and dehydrated through the mountains then file a single line and piss wherever you want. Be a tourist, strangers aren't going to hug you. It doesn't happen anywhere.
I thought underneath my skin, I'm home. But I knew some homes have monsters in their closets.
I want nothing, not even flowers. Just let me lay down with my hands empty. A void so big, it remains empty.
World's third oldest church was bombed by Isreal recently. Where were you then? What penalty do you think is appropriate there?
Fuck your painting of old henchmen of evil. May your fat egos raised on the citadels of lies burn like Rome.
Free palestine!!!