We Are In Winter!

(Those familiar winter assignments,like a few hundreds less than thousand ‘pages’,and a lot of ‘rhymes’ to memorise,we still remember the classics- ‘Johnny Johnny”Twinkle Twinkle’ and even some ‘Humpty Dumpty’.As a matter of shift I tried to jumble a few words.Do mumble them,in a fumble or two.Humbled.’

A misty morning greeting
To the frosty frozen people
We have isicles for the meeting
These numb toes and feeble
We are in winter
It is embitter!

Those puffy things are mere!
Here,there or where?
Now Sun washes it all
Even when there is a fall
We are in winter
It is embitter!

Written By: Aojhal JunaidĀ©

Pics: Google 


Meeting The Interlocuter!!

We did our part,though we don’t see anything coming!

On 28th of November,2017, I ,with a perfect team of eleven, dressed up for the occasion as we formed ,as they said,’an important delegation’ to meet a man,termed as Interlocutor,to play our part in resolving one of the oldest disputes ,they fail to recognize,The Kashmir.

Yes,Mr Dineshwar Sharma,Ex-IB Chief,felt a need to talk with College Students too,the section that has already established itself as ‘disoriented warm-blooded creatures who no more believe in pen and it’s miracles’,they said.We didn’t agree at first,but there is something called ‘academic pressure’,quite sure you are adept with it!!

We were supposed to have an appointment at 1.30 pm,which quite expectedly,however,was delayed to 4.00 pm,thus giving us enough time to prepare for something that we were foreseeing as a ‘potential debate’.Our group leader,a lovely friend and a closer to heart guy,assembled us,and we talked,mumbled, sloganeered (not that loud,Sir, please!!),debated,cried,yelled as long as the vocal cords lost their symphony,and the need of more calories were felt.We had a comprehensive debate over every probable aspect,that our history may have knocked at.We had a lot of statistical data at hand,our figures were many,we had a track of every massacre,we had every answer for the expected question,and we had every question that,we believed,he won’t have answer of.

Though we were expecting to meet him as a separate group,but time and resources,two grave limitations, they excused, didn’t favour us,so all the college students,from as many as five colleges,together entered his meeting hall,with an empty stomach and an over-fed brain.

We knew how he looked,but to see him was just like to see another Indian,who didn’t smell or sound like us.I was the first to talk or maybe interrupt,and that was a response to his first remark- Let’s make it fast,there are others too.I told him that we were eager to meet you,and we can speak to you all night!(read it as typical Kashmiri ‘Thani Fashh”)

Then came the questions from my fellow mates.With every question,he turned more red(remember red cheeks?),the burgundy shades,and his lips started showing crevices,the quick sips of water couldn’t fill,and a moist tongue couldn’t conceal.He was as tight lipped as a guilty can ever be,and the occasional replies,he failed not to deliver, were imminently retreated.I guess he was meticulous at that.The students,out there, gave him a hard time,which he unsuccessfully,tried to negotiate.For his every allegation against anything pertaining Kashmir there was a roar of voices to reply him.With due respect to the emotions,we still need to learn to give others oppurtunties to speak even if it erodes a few feathers off our cap!

One of the many beauties of the day, apart from his well worn suit,was the active participation of girls in the meet.They knew about the subject as much as anyone would know.That political consciousness was beauty,I tell you.

You know why the tone of this script isn’t serious? Yes,you know that.A dispute that costed us thousands of lives,and that snatched from us our everything ,in now way ,can ever be brought on any lighter note scale. Obviously it is the’ Concept of Interlocutor’ that is a joke in making.It surprised us that he had no ‘personal opinion’ about Kashmir,he didn’t have any ‘aggenda’ to share,he was like an about-to-retire school master listening to those familair essays,’The Cow’,’My Hobby’ and alike stuff.His non-seriousness was evident as he jotted nothing down,and neither was the meet recorded.I don’t know if there were spy cameras,we can’t believe them na?,but that would be a ‘Breach Of Privacy’.Again,who cares!!

Let’s don’t blame the man for the misdeeds of a nation.He is too fragile to be burdened with this all!I remember him saying that in future we may see Pakistan joining the talks.Claps!

Towards conclusion there was a unanimous call that Kashmir isn’t a development or unemployment or scholarship or road issue.It is a political issue,and it needs to be dealt that way.It can reach it’s logical and rational fate through a plebiscite,or tripartite talks or UNO resolutions!(so familiar terms now,,,Kyunki Bachcha Bachcha Jaanta Hai Is Ka Hall)

There are arguments that it was a futile thing ,and it was better to stay aloof,but we left the room with a feeling that we did our part, though we don’t see anything coming!

Oh I forgot to mention that as the man stood up to end the session,I made a final comment,not sure if anyone heard that,’It was another attempt of rubbing salts on our wounds’.I don’t know if I really meant that,but let’s be sure,it,in a way was!!

Author : Aojhal Junaid!!

Image : Google Images!!

From Stammer To Fumble!

We are humans, and that is the best thing that could have happened to us!

A feeling of ‘you could have done better’ is a familiar one,we all can claim of relating to.That is,seemingly,perhaps that there is always a better shot ahead,and the one that was just skipped by time wasn’t perfect,for had it been perfect why would there ever be a reason for another.

Sometimes I am way too upset with myself when I skip the words, mutilate them,maim them with the abrupt pauses and abuse of synchrony,even if I never distrusted my own words.It is aching at times,and more aching at others.However,when the nerves cool down a bit,and eyes regain their focus and thoughts start making sense again,a smile is what I offer myself.Yes,an imaginary pat at the back,a zealous thump at the cage that resides heart in,and a wink that is but a way to ascertain all is well!

Legend has it that I was born a stammerer,someone who is not able to speak the way he wishes to! We all are stammerers,in some way,I guess.Anyways,I don’t exactly remember those times,but I was quite a stammerer for not less than four years after my tongue started making meaningful movements.It would have been hard,I sigh.

I imagine myself uttering my name as Jjjjj…jjuuuunnnn….aaaiiiiiidddd,in reply to the very first question they used to ask those days to check if the lad knows English,’What is your name?’ To some it may have been an exhibition of innocence,but for me it was,quite evidently,an embarrassment,I assume recalling.Yes,I sense so.It is never pleasant to keep not pace with the way the thoughts come,I often retire to reflect.

When I try hard to recall those harder days of articulation,even the fumble looks some achievement.It surely is,I fail not to admit.A fumble is like I am not handling the slimy fish with ease,while as stammer is when I didn’t have the fish at first place.

When we connect to our past,and dramatize the events,in our imaginary theatres,we come to know the colours that faded and the ones that remained vivid all the course.We get to know the characters we played,and failed at,and the ones that have lend their essence be a part of us.We learn how a symphony destroys itself,when the strings fail to keep with emotions.We admire the applauses that gave us reasons to pursue and the opposites that marred our day.We evolve.We are humans,that is the best thing that could have ever happened to us!

 Author : Aojhal Junaid!!

Pics : Google Images!!


(Here I present some hints towards understanding what all I have published so far is about!)


It is about the worth of understanding and accepting your present situation.It tells us to strive and keep going, even if we are going through hell! It relates that we should not torment ourselves by thinking about results and outcomes,rather we must focus on what we are right through!

#The Mirth Of Present 

It symbolizes time with three birds.The birds of past,future and present.The birds of past and future may be beautiful and seducing, but all you have is the bird of present!

#These Tears Mine Are For You!

This one is a painful plea of a boy who just lost his best friend to bullets.It is inspired from the picture taken by Javaid Mir at the martyred boy’s funeral!

#Her Butterfly!

This one is a colourful presentation of a mother-daughter relationship.It tells us about the bond they share,and mother’s sacrifices!

#The Fall And The Fate!

This poem presents a different view of autumn fall.We usually feel so bad for those fallen leaves,and naked trees of autumn and yearn to see them in green again.I,however,see the fall as a punishment for their pride in hey days.It is quite a metaphysical one.It needs a few serious reads!

#A Haunting Episode!

This is a real life tale of early 2000’s.I was barely six then,but the intensity of the episode is so much that I remember it like nothing else.It was painful to write it though!!

#Harry Potter And People Around!!

This one is on a lighter tone.I have tried to potray some of the Harry Potter characters as real life ones.It has a typical Kashmiri tinge of narration,though!

#Translating Allama Iqbal!

Though I am not a poetry student and it takes a lot to understand and interpret Allama Iqbal,but this piece came so natural.I don’t know why,but I feel I fared well!!

#A Day Back At School!!

This is an emotional farewell to my memories associated with my alma mater.I was so occupied by it that it took me four years to come out.I hope I will do better with my life!

#The Warrior!

My name is Junaid.It is an Arabic word,which means a warrior!…So,this one is a sort of address,I fired at myself.Anyone can relate to it,though,instantly!!

#Random Clicks!!

This has some photo elements in it,I clicked.I am not a professional at this,neither do I have better cameras,but I felt better at the comments!

#The Three Quotes #1

These three quotes aren’t mere words.They are stories.They are lives!!

Review By:

Aojhal Junaid(Based on comments from friends and foes!!!)