LIFE OF A WORLD

Right now, I am doing exactly what my friend would hit me over the head for.

His name is Dauda, and he went by the blog on the missing penis, maybe for the second time in two days, and he didn't really like it anymore.

He complained it was missing penises all over the place.

The amazing thing is lots of people consider it amusing that a crucial part of ones anatomy is missing, especially because the person in question is an infant. No one is thinking how the lad is going to live, and if he does, how he would react when he bathes with young boys his child and discover that he doesn't have something between his legs when other boys his age do.

Talk of snatched innocence!

A friend of mine thought, of course the boy will grow without it and in the first seven, eight, nine years, he would not be any wiser. Then he is going to grow into puberty and realise how much he would miss, realise he is anatomically misfit, neither male nor female, and then he would kill his mother.

Anyway, a recent comment on the missing penis forced me to update this blog. In doing that, I have had to battle writer's block and now the juices are dripping somewhat.

For a crazy update, police is now searching for the girl. She ran from home with the baby.

While researching wars, I stumbled upon the movie Kargil.
Better still, I watched the musical Ek Saathi Aur Bhi Tha, picturised on soldiers at the close of battle--and I was blown away.

But it is uplifting, like a phoenix rising out of its ashes.

I hope it affects you the way it did me, so I reproduce the words here.
(Do not worry about what it means, though I will reproduce that too, it just will affect you)

खामोश है जो यह वो सदा है
वो जो नहीं है वो कह रहा है
साथीयों तुमको मिले जीत ही जीत सदा
बस इतना याद रहे एक साथी और भी था
जाओ जो लौट्कर तुम घर हो खुशी से भरा
here is it below in english
This is the call that is silent;
the one who is no more is saying
my companions, may you meet with victory upon victory.
Just remember this: you had another companion as well.
If you do return, may your home be filled with joy...

कल पर्वतों पर कहीं
बर्सी थी जब गोलियां
हम लोग थे साथ में
और हस्ले थे जवान
अब तक चट्टानों पर हैं
अपने लहू के निशान
साथी मुबारक तुम्हें
यह जशन हो जीत का
Yesterday, somewhere in the mountains, when the bullets showered down,
we were all together, and our courage was fresh.
Traces of our blood still remain in the crags.
My companions, congratulations to you on the celebration of your triumph.

आज हमको पता नहीं कि मैं लिखूंगा।

Oops, sorry. I realise now that not everyone will be able to read what I just wrote, but I am having a major case of writer's block and I cannot put down a sensible word.

so I told myself, TODAY I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I AM GOING TO WRITE.

To a word, that is what I have written above.

in the meantime, enjoy this music.

It is all about being different. SABSE ALAG--different from everyone.