Death Is But The Next Great Adventure

I come from a family where everybody has its own funda’s about religion and god.

Being bought up in a family which has both Hindu as well as Sikh influences, I was always told that life is all about your Karma, and all you did in this life would ultimately come back to you.

A little mythological, but the basic thing I’ve been hearing all my life is that whatever good or bad deeds you do, they go with your spirit after you die. Heaven or hell would be decided based upon these deeds.

It will all ultimately come down to your death.

Strangely, all these ideas and rules about what you should do in this life are made by people who are still alive and have therefore no idea about what death is.

Though the holy book “The Bhagwad Gita” where the concept of karma is explained is believed to be a compilation of the verses that Lord Vishnu himself said, it takes utmost faith to believe this concept.

According to the Hindu mythology, a spirit will take 84 lakh births before finally getting a human birth. It is arguable scientifically, because there are millions of life forms on earth, but the Hindu mythology says that the spirit starts from something like an amoeba and gradually takes birth in every life form before it become human.

Mythlogically speaking, death is a scary thing. Once you die, all your life deeds are put out in front of you and you are asked to answer each decision of your so that you can go to heaven or hell.

To quote Albus Dumbledore or rather J K Rowling, “To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure”.

Not that I’m claiming to have a well organized mind, but frankly, I’m not scared of death. I’m just scared of not living.

I believe that all these concepts of heaven and hell were just made to create a fear in people. People tend to do or not do something due to fear.

So if you tell them that doing good deeds would get them heaven, they would try and be a better person, even though they have absolutely no idea what hell or heaven is going to be anyways.

And this idea has generally worked. Yes, there are some side effects as well but in every religion you will find the concept of heaven and hell.

Maybe all these concepts were created to establish a civilized society where people have a fear of doing something wrong.

I believe in spirits, but heaven or hell seem fictitious to me. How can you say that a person will have pretty angels surrounding him if he has helped poor and been a kind soul, but if he had been greedy and cruel, he would be thrown in pots filled with boiling lava! Why isn’t he punished in this birth itself? Why wait for him to die?

The concept of Karma though might be true. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. So whatever good or bad deeds have been done in this birth shall be compensated and written off in this birth itself.

There is no waiting for death and no worrying about what is right and what is not. Most people would just do whatever the society tells them to do instead of what they want to do just because that way they will get heaven.

And trust me, all these people want heaven, but nobody wants to die!

But if all this is not correct and there actually is a heaven and a hell waiting for everybody, then I guess we’ll all just have to wait for our death so that we may embark upon this unknown exciting adventure.

Who knows where we might end up.



Open Your Nearest Book To Page 82

So I came across this challenge for blogger’s which said, “Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.”

As it happened, the book lying on my table at that time was “Muslim Laws”. So I opened page 82 and the third sentence was “The Mughal emperor Akbar abandoned the path and decided to compromise with Hindu religion in order to safeguard the perpetuity of his dynasty.”

Though I was quite sure I could not write anything on this topic because even though I love the Mughal history, I didn’t want my blog post to be a history lesson on how Akbar married the Hindu Rajput princess ‘Jodhaa’ so that the Rajput’s and Mughal’s could live together in peace.

Then I thought I’ll write about their love story. How these two drastically different people were united in matrimony for political reasons fell in love and together built the strongest empire of the Mughal history.

But then I realized I’ll be basically writing the entire screenplay of the movie “Jodha-Akbar”.

So that idea too went down the drain.

Next I thought maybe I’ll write about why this line was in my book on muslim laws and what path exactly did Akbar abandon to safeguard the perpetuity of his dynasty. But for that I would have to go through that entire chapter and frankly, if I was in a mood for studying, why the hell would I open my laptop and write a blog post.

Actually that just makes me realize how I’ve been procrastinating about studying and now that my exams are fast approaching, I will like always end up studying hours before I finally head to the examination hall. Oh damn!

I guess that means I really need to get my head into this book and find out what the hell Akbar was did to make my life miserable 500 years after he died.

But hey! I do have a blog post, even though it has absolutely nothing to do with Akbar, his abandoned path, his compromise with the Hindu religion and the perpetuation of his dynasty.

At least I accomplished something today! 😛

It was war….It Still Is

Every child in India is taught the entire freedom struggle where our ancestors fought and gave up their lives for a free India. Everything from the establishment of colonies in 1757, to finally gaining independence in 1947.

And while learning all this we come to know as to why India and Pakistan are such arch enemies today. Of course this rivalry is mostly political but every time the names of these two countries come up, the first thing that comes to the mind is war.

Believe me when I say this, the common man in both the countries does not has that cruel hatred for its neighbor. Yes there is cross border firing every other day, and god alone knows how many innocents have lost their lives in a futile war over Kashmir. But the hatred is more for the idiots who call themselves leaders and kill millions in the name of religion or their so called ‘right’ over a certain piece of land.

But the one thing that really hurts is the fact that we were fooled by the British and that a reckless decision on Jinnah’s part created a rift so deep within the people of the undivided India, that the country was ripped into two, thus creating two separate nations.

And no, it was not only Jinnah who was at fault. We probably didn’t try hard enough to hold that man close to us. If you go through the Indian history, you’ll see how Jinnah was an integral part of the Indian National Congress and how he had been part of the common objective to free Indian from the British rule.

Yes, he was brainwashed, but the mistake was from both our and his side. We should have tried to make him see how the British were fooling him and trying to play their trump card of ‘Divide and Rule.’

Time and again the people of both the nations have tried to create a peaceful relationship. There are cross border marriages, direct buses from New Delhi to Lahore and there are so many Pakistani artists who work here in India.

Atif Aslam, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Rahat Fateh Ali Khan, and Ali Zafar are just a few of the many talented Pakistani artists who have worked here and have a dedicated following.

Bollywood movies and songs are a hit in Pakistan, and we Indians are these days copying the style of salwar suits worn by the Pakistani women which we saw on their television soaps that are being aired here.

I came across this article today written by Mahwash Badar, a Pakistani woman, and it brought back all these hidden feelings inside me, which I’m sure every Indian has. Not that I’m in any gloating about the fact that the people there are living in constant fear of a nation that’s crippling under fundamentalist ideas. I weep for my brothers and sisters, who had absolutely nothing to do with the partition and the massacre that followed, and were separated from us because of a misunderstanding caused by the British for their own selfish motives.

But after reading this, I realized how people there too are not happy about the fact that we were divided into two countries and political parties have time and again tried to instill hatred into our hearts for each other.

I truly pray for the day the people of both the countries will awaken to the fact that idiots of the first order, who call themselves our leaders, are just using our emotions to fulfill their barbaric, greedy motives, in the name of religion and god.


Here is the article written by Mahwash Badar

Anyone who has ever traveled abroad will tell you that no matter where you go, no matter how developed a country it is that you’re travelling to – if you’re a British national or a Caucasian American, the doors become friendlier. The security becomes less pressurizing. Visa queues are shorter. Procedures are simpler.

If you’re a brown Pakistani man (or even woman) who is travelling to another country – that’s a whole other story. You’re working in the Middle East, chances are your salary is just a little bit above the basic working wage – or anything that will get you a bed-space with seven other human beings. Respect is minimal.

You’re not supposed to ruffle any feathers. Or demand for rights. Your children are thousands of miles away studying (because you can’t afford education for them here), your wife probably has another job to help make ends meet and your job squeezes every drop of your blood into a tiny container that helps build the skyscrapers and that little container is thrown away quicker than you can say “burj” as soon as your company decides to say bye bye.

Pretty much the equivalent of … well, I don’t know. What is that the equivalent of? What analogy do I draw to represent the utter misery that is being a Pakistani in this super-power dominated world?

As if the current state of the country, what with its years of dictatorship and lack of infrastructure, hasn’t driven us insane enough, there is the added bonus of inviting religious extremists and letting them destroy everything we hold near and dear. Sure, apologists will reason it saying “this is not true Islam” and whatnot. But my question is when – seriously – when do we set aside the debate of what is true Islam and what isn’t?

Let the clerics and the religious scholars sit in their mosques. But once and for all, eliminate and annihilate the savage, beastly, cowardly, immoral men who buy the bodies of fragile, poverty-stricken, desperate men, strap them with explosives and send them into markets filled with innocent women and children. Finish these abhorrent elements in the society that attempt to throw us back to the Stone Age.

A recent article in the New York Times reported on the World Health Organisation (WHO) declaration of the polio emergency in Pakistan.

Last year, a polio worker was killed in Peshawar, as well as another who was shot dead in Khyber Agency. Several were kidnapped in Bara. In January this year, gunmen killed three health workers taking part in a polio vaccination drive in Karachi, not Kabul, not Sierra Leone, not Riyadh, Karachi.

My heart boils and burns as more devastating news and reports flood the channels. The New York Times article further stated that according to a report, the highest refusal rates for polio vaccination were recorded in wealthy neighborhoods of Karachi because they had “little faith in public health care.” In North Waziristan, the Tehreek-e-Taliban Pakistan (TTP) have had vaccination forbidden for years. Pakistan thus has 59 polio cases to report, the highest in the world.

Being a mother, it scares me. It keeps me awake at night. It reminds me that even if I run far away from the borders of my own land, its demons will continue to haunt me and my future generations. I Google “Pakistan” on the news and everything that is reported is about death, destruction, squabbling politicians, ailing children, extremists blowing up things and a struggling economy.

I raise my eyes to our neighboring country and see what could have happened if we were still a United India. Maybe we would have been polio free too. We would have been a unified part of a process of being the world’s next big force to reckon with, of being a part of the next blazing economy.

I find myself deeply wishing that Jinnah hadn’t made this mistake – that he had thought about the future of Pakistan. He didn’t think of the obscurantist mindset that he had propelled forward, the countless millions that died at the hand of this vague agenda that fails to unite us as a nation. I look at the years of struggles that Pakistan faces, the fall of Dhaka, the provincial wars, the stark separatist mindsets and I wonder what Mr Jinnah was thinking when he decided to leave the Indian National Congress (INC).

We share more with our Indian brothers than our ancestral DNA. Our food, language, clothes, lifestyles are more like them than the Arabs we so badly want to mimic and ape. I stare at the green passport with the same self-loathing as the fat 16-year-old girl with pimples on her face who is told that she cannot get married because she will always be blind, diseased and fat and her elder, stronger, prettier, better-educated sister will snag all the good catches because she ended up with the better caretaker after the divorce of their parents.

I am ashamed of being a Pakistani today.

I am ashamed that I belong to a country that kills human rights lawyers and sitting governors, and issues death threats to university professors.

I am ashamed that we believe in spaghetti monster theories and pie in the sky conspiracies and risk the future of our children.

I am ashamed that we have rejected our scientists just because they believe in a different dogma.

I am ashamed that we cannot protect our women, we cannot protect our children and we cannot protect our men from the evil that is extremism, fundamentalism and the foolhardy idea that Pakistan is a great nation. Pakistan is a fledgling, flailing state.

And those 59 children, whose legs can never work anymore, the family of Raza Rumi’s driver, those who shed tears for Salman Taseer, for Perveen Rehman, for Rashid Rehman, for Dr Murtaza Haider and his 12-year-old son – every single person who went out to have a normal day and never made it home alive – are all paying the price of the empathy, respect and awe YOU show cowards like Mumtaz Qadri.

Happy Dhanteras!


Happy Dhanteras everyone!! 🙂

Dhanteras is the first day of the five-day Diwali festival as celebrated in India. The festival, known as “Dhanatrayodashi” or “Dhanvantari Trayodashi”.The word Dhan means wealth and Teras means 13th day as per Hindu calendar. It is celebrated on the thirteenth lunar day of Krishna paksha (dark fortnight) in the Hindu calendar month of Ashwin.

On Dhanteras Hindus consider it auspicious to purchase gold or silver articles or at least one or two new utensils. It is believed that new“Dhan” or some form of precious metal is a sign of good luck.

I hope you have a prosperous and healthy year and may goddess Laxmi (the goddess of wealth) bestow all her love and blessing on you. 

Note- Information has been taken from the internet.