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Irving Stone’s Lust for Life
Rajatarangini (River of Kings), which is counted among the world’s most extraordinary historical works.
Shiv chhuy thali’e thali’e rozaan Mo zaan Hyon’d tey Musalmaan God pervades every particle, every being Don’t distinguish between a Hindu and a Muslim
‘I’m on bridge, bridge is on water, bridge-bridge cancel, I’m on water.’
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In More Die of Heartbreak, Saul Bellow calls such feelings ‘first heart’. My first heart remains with that failed yorker bowled by Chetan Sharma.
Sopore and Handwara were border towns while Upore means across. Across the Line of Control. It was meant as an enticement for the youth to cross over the border for arms training, to launch a jihad against India.
There was another series of bomb blasts outside other symbols of ‘Indianness’—India Coffee House, Punjab National Bank, the Press Trust of India.
Mufti Mohammed Sayeed, whose political career began with the Congress party, is someone whom the Pandits hold responsible for the 1986 Anantnag riots.
The slogans and the war cries from the mosque did not stop. So, in a way, every day in Kashmir after January 19 was January 19.
I can’t fathom why all this is happening. If the Kashmiris
are demanding Azadi, why do the Pandits have to be killed? Why do we have to leave our house, where I play freely, and ride my cycle, and exchange comics with my friends? How is the burning of a temple or molesting a Pandit lady on the road going to help in the cause of Azadi?
That day I realized that Father had gifted me something invaluable. Something that enabled me to calmly face an uproariously drunk army general one night in a television news studio. We were there to debate human rights violations in
Kashmir and I pointed out that there needs to be zero tolerance towards such crimes. ‘How can you say that?’ he barked. ‘It is they who have forced you out of your homes, turning you into refugees.’ I looked him in the eye and said: ‘General, I’ve lost my home, not my humanity.’
Mountains can fly, rivers can dry, You can forget me, but never can I
Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay’s Srikanta.
Sabse khatarnaaq hota hai/murda shaanti se bhar jaana Na hona tadap ka/ sab kucch sehan kar jaana Ghar se nikalna kaam par/ aur kaam se lautkar ghar aana Sabse khatarnaaq hota hai/ humare sapnon ka mar jaana
Khud se kahi jo kahi, kahi kisi se bhi nahi
Though it does not matter where I live now. Delhi or the Deccan, it is all the same to me. No land is my land now. When I saw Nehru for the first time in Lal Chowk, I was a refugee in my own state. Sixty years later, I am a refugee in my own country.
The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.
I have no house, only a shadow.
Where wealth accumulates, men decay.
