Sunday, 18 December 2016

Soul of the Nature

Picture taken by © Sammah Masoodi

It was a wintry day when I was sitting alone; eating Burger with my mouth wide open when suddenly with a ‘tap-tap’ I closed my mouth just to check my account.
I was shocked, happy but felt a little dejected because I couldn't even think of wasting an hour even though I almost waste 22 hours a day. All my past flew back; Like this was when I filled a form for some training sessions.
It was about a year ago and because of my filling up the form I was selected for a trip to village. I was excited because I've never seen one before. Thinking about how it feels there made me feel dizzy. I knew the place where I’d been living was also a village but “seeing and living” is different.
The day came when we were called to attend a meeting at Sub-district hospital Sopore, we were asked to make people aware of Adolescence and adolescent teen. I was there with my friend Basit who decided that we’ll mix up our speech. It’s always me who make things worse, so I decided to do in his way.
We actually hadn't prepared anything and a day after our visit we were selected for anchoring. It was hectic but ‘giving up is not what we were trained for’.
After a long run, finally the day arrived. I was at my maternal house to celebrate “the big day” “Eid milad un-nabi” and doing the formalities like Shabb, fasting was my birth happiness.
I felt the warmth in my head, with a bang the van stopped. What I saw was a same old place. Green trees filled with even deeper happiness, a simple line of grass was confident enough to fly high. Holding my head, I heard me smiling.
A tree was an obstacle with what stood between me and them. I saw no one out their maybe they were afraid of those army men standing near the trees with a pistol.
I went inside a steel broken gate, covered with grass as cold as the atmosphere there. I had to jump to feel the wonders inside me. Beneath my feet, the grills were hurting me, like I was walking for some religious purpose. I've never felt amazing but at the same time sad because I knew I had to leave this heaven.
Heaven isn't for people who have no religious beliefs. Heaven isn't for people who don’t believe in omens. Everything is maktub ‘unwritten’ I've learned this word from Alchemist but it’s true with every step we are bestowed with Omens. They’re not always positive but understanding Omens is not my  alchemacy.
Talking with green grass and those black birds, welcoming me in their world of wonders.
Wearing long pherans, I saw some boys playing cricket. They stopped when I walked by.
I should’ve dressed like the atmosphere around. I was wearing a long cream coat, a short multi-colour sweater and a parrot green jeans. I wasn't able to do anything about it, besides I was there to teach the ‘women of wonders’.
Wrinkled women, cute children and ladies were standing there with their scarf covering their cheeks.
I with a positive atmosphere I smiled and wished them ‘salaam’
Innocent women with rage in eyes because they had to leave their house to attend the programme.
One by one, I faced every single wonder, something which I wasn't able to understand felt inside me.
Again I jumped up to enter a room with some pencil graffiti “things written in broken English” and some ladies welcomed me with a strong look. Also with some broad broken benches and instead of podium what we had was a small table. We stood behind the table-podium, uncomfortable but OK.
At least I was standing with something covering my green legs.
Some one among them shouted “ kar tav we start, aayse chu gari sunn ranun”(start the show now, we have to cook rice)
I stared the educator with us, but I couldn't say anything. I had to respect her, after all she was right.
I started without even requesting them to stay quite; because of my high vocal range, chatterbox always stays calm. That’s the advantage of being the girl I am.
I started with my drama; with my speech and anchoring I made them laugh enough.
“The people who are most hurt are the one who can start pinning your stomach”
Wearing a pink frock and spectacles, among all those women was a lady, old enough to stare my green legs… She seemed
annoying and disturbed. “There is that one kid in the classroom” you know…
So, while concluding my speech I asked them if they had any question. Everyone was quite, maybe I left no mark.
After a moment, that old lady stood up roaring “hatay hai… wuth ve thodd, yum komay chei eeyt! Hay vu tuhe kum chu… wuth ve thodd”
( Ahoy, stand up. Who the hell are they? Show them who you are and what you've got. Stand up!)
My heart stopped. The soul of the nature was showing me an omen to stay positive.
People are said to have an “addictive personality”, the way they act depends on only one solemn. There is only one way to change these manners. That’s known as “soul of the nature
Soul doesn't only refer to a human being. It refers to the nature, the cold mountains, the buzzing bees, the dancing grass, the blue sky.
Manners, discipline and behaviour depends on the soul of nature. Soul can itself judge other souls. If the atmosphere is positive, everything will appear positive. It is the wonder of nature just like the wonder of women.

Again I started my anchoring when that old lady stood up saying “booze we, yeli bei lakat eases… aati eeys ne eeys motor, gadiie aasan. Bei gasa gari 4:00 pm aaysen. Aaze chu koren nikhre tii naaz”
(listen up! when I was a kid, we didn’t have the motor cars and bikes… I should’ve been home at 4:00 pm. today girls have craze and ego)
this was enough to change my colour. I increased my vocals.
“That’s past what you’re talking about. “Soul of the nature” changes with time.
The girls weren't sent to school and they were OK with washing the utensils. Right? Today, show me a girl who’ll want to stay home washing a plate.”
“It all depends on atmosphere; it wasn't only the habits of girl that changed. Even the price and vulgarity increased.”
To let them understand what nutrition means, I took out some chocolates.
This time another woman wearing a grey pheren and a grey scarf shouted “ Aaayse mei haav ye chocolate, mune nichu gayse aagai de”
( Don’t show us the chocolates, my son will start crying )
I blushed, without even thinking I left the “table-podium” offering his son a chocolate and shared the left with other kids.
“Winning their heart was better than losing a chocolate.”
Suddenly the atmosphere changed. Oh, it isn't that atmosphere which I was talking about. It’s different.
Next moment it was raining.
Till then I wasn't able to understand what it meant but now I know it was an Omen, a positive Omen. A gift from God because we found success while dealing with those wonders.

Saturday, 3 December 2016


Sweet are the recollections of the childhood of a man. These fill one’s mind with joy when one looks back to the days of childhood. Every child passes its days in the midst of the affection and anxieties do not trouble the innocent mind of the child.
I kind of remember everything and today I thought maybe I'll just make your day or bring a smile on your face. I have two reasons for writing this
1) To make your day
2) It's the birthday of my friend who helped me a lot. So, isn't this a better idea then giving a gift? 

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Shoaib Moona


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I don’t actually remember what happened. Anyway, it was a warm day, the sun came out of nowhere when all I could do was shut my eyes and make a snowman out of me. I wasn't admitted to school. So, those days at grandma’s house I used to climb a window on second floor and view the world, mostly the neighbours. I guess it smelled good in there.
One day, while I was looking outside my glass, I was actually trying to peek when suddenly I fell from my workplace. It felt like um… “Who knows” but I didn't shouted much like kids do because I fell in a bucket.
Next moment my mom came outside and started crying, my brother was laughing and my uncle came ‘all exhausted’. He picked me up and started running towards the nearest hospital.
The second time when everyone burst into laughing was when the doctor heard the incident. I mean I was kind of bleeding.
As always the doctor poured some red-yellowish substance ‘iodine’ on cotton and this piece of cotton started coming closer to me. My eyes were wide as I was staring this piece, I kind of forgot everything.
Somehow I was into this substance.
As the substance came closer to me,
“I opened my mouth too wide and too vast.” It was the world for me.
The doctor stopped and the third time I heard loud giggling somewhat like ‘Ha-ha-ha-ha’
After all I was born to be a Foodie.

                              FROG VS. RAT 

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Trust me guys! It was fun.
Basically it was all about the frogs but somehow my parents involved a rat. ‘More like a dead one’
Like all those kids of our age we did those experiments. What exactly we used to do was to pick up a bunch of frogs and separate their body parts and then collect them in different boxes. After collecting almost 2-3 boxes we used to empty them by throwing the collecting in a well. It was an idiotic step but for us, raising our head high in spirit was also a part of this mission like we travelled the space.
Once we went inside the house trying to understand our dad on what great adventure we were and how we completed it.
What exactly can you expect our dad to do?
Offer us a plate of biryani or to lock us in four different rooms?
Well, latter always shows effect.
‘Bad kids’ A Tag given to us by our parents, neighbours and relatives.
This Tag changed to ‘Worse kids’ when we stopped collecting frogs.
we made a deal of ‘never-touch-frog-again’
It felt kind of boring until next day we saw a dead rat in the garden right on the concrete floor.
Who thought this was wrong?
Well, at least we weren't touching the frogs. Right?
We made an ‘ADRS’ (first alphabet of our names) plan and somehow we got hold of a kitchen knife.
I remember how the knife went up and slowly like in movies it started falling back, right into his stomach. I guess hurting that ‘dead rat’.
You know, all we could see were ‘more over 100 tiny insects’ loaming out of nowhere.
We actually did a very nice job.
I mean we saved a bunch of insects and some rice for next two days as some family members refused to eat.

                     AN INTERESTING ANSWER

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Have you ever wondered how you were born.
Oh, you know the answer!
Why am I even asking?
Wait, I’ll just rearrange the question.
‘When you were a child, have you ever wondered how you were born’?
For me it was ‘the biggest question’ every now and then I used to ask my mom how I was born.
I kind of did everything to know the answer. I used to clean my room (which still is messed up), I used to clean the wash room, and I even stopped playing that snake game.
After much blackmailing, finally my mom explained it to me.
‘Once upon a time, as always it was a cold winter day. Everyone preferred to stay indoors. We had already saved everything to survive while shutting down the whole world.
The days were same as they used to be ‘boring’ but one day a miracle happened.
It was the lunch time, we were eating the rice, as we completed eating I stood up and went outside to clean the sheet. It was cold so, I hurried but something stopped me. ‘Your voice Sammah’ ‘your voice’ stopped me. I looked back and between heaps of snow I saw a cute little fat baby girl. I was shocked for a moment but miracles like this happen.
I picked you up and here you are questioning ‘the magic’
my mouth was all open. I was like ‘wow’ “imagining the moment I fell from the sky”
after thinking and thinking I finally managed to say “so, instead of you if my Pufi had picked me up then she was supposed to my mama. Right?
My mom laughed and of course she said “yes”
And I actually believed it for almost 7 years.