The Smiling Buddha

One fine day my tooth cells died

And my buck tooth turned black

Looked in the mirror and hard I cried

Oh it looked so gross and wack

Didn’t laugh even at the funniest joke

Just Smiled at everyone and never laughed again

And Smiling Buddha was my new name

I went to a party and opened my mouth

And everyone there shouted aloud

Like they have seen bloody Mary

But my laughter was indeed scary

Then they laughed so hard, I cried

You still look beautiful they lied

Smiled at everyone and never  laughed again

And Smiling Buddha was my new name

Depressed, hideous, hiding my face

I met a man who’d got a scarred face

I asked

World is watching aren’t you scared

He simply said, son remember the word

World is a hoe. Fuck the world!!

I’ve still got a black tooth but I do laugh

They call me smiling Buddha

I tell them to fuck off

Epitaph

कह रहा हूँ दिल का फ़साना

ज़रा ध्यान से सुनना

के क्या पता तुम्हे इसमें 

ज़िन्दगी का फ़लसफ़ा मिल जाए

जिसे ढूँढ़ते हो ज़माने में सदियों से

इस कहानी में तुम्हे वो वफ़ा मिल जाए

इन स्याह लफ़्ज़ों  में कहीं किसी दिल को भी

तन्हा ही सही, थोड़ी सी जगह मिल जाए

ये जो हो गये हैं, अकेलेपन के कारण बीमार से

इनकी बीमारी को भी, क्या पता, यहाँ दवा मिल जाए

ये जो चराग है बुझने को तड़पते

खुदा की नेमत हो, और इन्हें जरा हवा मिल जाए
A friend of mine, asked what’s going to be written on your epitaph…….

How’s your story going to begin?

I didn’t know then, I know now!!!

How’s your story going to begin???

🙂

My Granny’s Last Words

Leave me alone, fat ass bitch!!!(obviously a euphemistic statement)

Yea, these were her last words, to my aunt who was trying to calm her down!!! 

My aunt used to think she was her favourite child, turned out something else. 

We took her to hospital, after she started behaving abnormally, not that she behaved normally every time, but this time, we felt it was a bit serious. 

She even called, the doctor, a retard…….. He was very upset.

He even complained to my father, saying

Did I study so much only to be called a retard??

My granny wanted to live, but calling the doctor, retard is not a very good idea when you intend to live. And hence she died.  

Her funeral was a hectic affair. I dont remember if anyone was really sad for her. Guests had arrived and none of our family members were crying, it was really embarrassing. My cousin gave me a stern look, and silently indicated me to fake crying, I did the same to my sister, to which she said, 

Pagal ho kya, makeup kharab ho gya toh?? Photo bhi to achhi aani chahiye……..

Finally, it was my aunt who cried. 

Granny’s belongings contained, my mum’s lost ear rings(we believed that maid had stolen them) and my sister’s lipstick. And a hanky full of  pistachios and cashew nuts, a fidget spinner that I really liked and a really expensive pen, which my dad had gifted to me. 

She used to say, that you all would miss me when I’d die. It’s been 2 years now, she is dead. I got full control of the room, my sister got the freedom to do whatever she wishes, my mum got rid of the jibes and taunts and my dad inherited a piece of land. But none of us really miss her.

Sometimes we’ve to act very emotional when it comes to granny. 

I remember once a relative told me, that people do say, very wise things on their death bed, I said, “yea, leave me alone, fat ass bitch.” 

Wisest thing ever said!!!!

Light Me Up // Mujhe Roshan Karo // Urdu Diaries

while most of us are busy doing things, this girl here has created this.
Shereen has always been a writer, I found, endearing and relatable………
more than a writer, she has been a person, I admired, here’s one of her post I really liked……….

~From Life To Shereen~

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Mainn mayoos khadi deewaar hoon,
Tum mujhpar girti roshni.
Tumhari shafaq isi tarah
mere satah se raabta kare,
Toh mainn khil, uth jaungi;
Girte girte rukk jaungi,

Ke haan, ab koi hai
Jo mujhe zinda karraha hai,
Jo mere nasooron ko
Sharminda karraha hai;
Kyunke tum woh khushgawar roshni ho
Jisey chamakna bohot pasand hai,
Jisey chahakna bohot pasand hai,
Aur jisey pasand hai, ke uske ird-gird
Saare fard bhi chamakte rahen,
Aziyat ke palon mein bhi haste rahen,
Manzil se ho door, phir bhi chalte rahen,
Magar kabhi mayoos na ho,
Unhe khud par, afsos na ho.

Haan, tum woh roshni ho
Jo ujde chaman ko bhi,
Bahar-e-gulshan kar de,
Aur parchaaiyon se bhi
Andheron ko roshan kar de.
Bas, har subh-shaam yunhi
Khuda humare milne ka raasta kare;
Tumhari shafaq isi tarah
Mere surkh satah se raabta kare.

– Shereen A. Mir ( @fromlifetoshereen on Instagram)
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Hinduism in the pop culture

 

Being a Hindu, I was not taught to hate Islam; I didn’t grow up despising Muslims. If anything my parents taught me, it was tolerance. I was repeatedly inducted with the idea of universal acceptance and brotherhood, till it was running in my veins and became the basic idea, I had, of Hinduism.

 

I remember being told, the reason for the survival of Hinduism, lies in its concept of tolerance towards differing ideas. The reason why it stood against the mighty invaders and despotic Muslim rulers lies in the efficacy of its ideas that became the very foundation of Hinduism. It didn’t lay down any riot act as to what an ideal Hindu should do. Vedas and Puranas didn’t define our eating habits, didn’t determine our time of prayers, one thing that Hinduism gave its followers was Wisdom, Wisdom to choose.  And it was the result of this tolerance that assimilation of different ideas under one banner of Hinduism became possible, it was the result of this tolerance, that people of various cultures and religions found in India, a home. It wouldn’t be wrong if I said, Nothing accepts the new cultures, the new religion, the new people like India does. Nothing accepts you like Hinduism. 

 

And yet, here we stand accused of intolerance.  

 

In the modern scenario, where politicization of religion has become the new trend, a devout Hindu attracts a few raised eyebrows by the self acclaimed Progressive members of society. Since when, has following traditions became “old fashioned” , since when, has standing up for your beliefs and religion came to be termed as intolerance.  

 

I stand for my belief, my faith, my religion, just as you do. I support the party that politically empowers my religion just as you do, and I suppose we can live in the vicinity of each other until you start crying foul. Relax, Extremism isn’t Hinduism’s contribution to the world.

 

 

 

 

वो किसी कहानी सी थी

ये हवा कुछ जानी पहचानी सी थी

किसी की इनमे खुशबू समायी थी

साथ आये थे यादों के झरोखे

लगा तुझे छू कर आई थी

मैं सुनता रहा

समेटता रहा दिल में

वो दिन जब ये स्याह वादियां भी गुनगुनाई थीं

कभी मुझसे आगे

कभी हाथों में हाथ डालकर

तेरे होने के एहसास तो बड़े थे 

पर जो मुड़ कर देखा तो

बस मैं था और मेरी परछाईं थी

My history class

Heard my history teacher had a fight

Said, she fought for women’s right

And moved out of her husband’s home

To live somewhere alone

And it reminded me of a question 

She once asked, I couldn’t answer

For which I was sent out of the class
On a rainy july morning, It so happened

Why did Vandals and Romans fought I was asked

First I woke up from slumber

Her question fell like thunder

Everyone was laughing  in the class

For the funny brat I was

Looked straight in her eyes and said

Because they never talked

Puzzled, she roared

I asked you the reason for the fight 

Tell me honestly, are you high

I said, if people could sit down and talk to each other 

There wouldn’t be any fights ever

Why do we even fight

Just because our ideologies doesnt align

Perfect world’s picture is different in our mind

Imagine hating a person about whom we don’t know

But hating him because his ideas are different from our own

The world would be better place 

If we give people a bit of space

To be different, 

To be true to themselves

I got Boos instead of applauses

And everyone laughed at how funny i was

She finally said

But why did romans and Vandals fought

If you dont know, you can leave the class

And I left the class

Bubble Rings

How long is life?

Years after years

Oppression and fears

Breathing in, breathing out

Years after years

Materials

Dreams

Materials

A rat race

Disillusionment

It’s a 86 second life

Under water

Not much to think

You spend it making bubble ring

And hit the floor

There you decide

If you wanna hide

And live

Or you wanna make bubble rings

And die……

She: I have crossed English channel, what have you done?

Me: I can create perfect bubble rings

She: 😍😍 marry me please!!!