Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Sep 9 2006 : Journal of Vacation Trip 2006
Sep 9 2006
The Air Arabia flight arrived around Maghrib time at the Nedumbassery International flight. The flight had begun with the announcement of the “subhanalladhi sakhar lana” dua which is recited in the beginning of the travel. This was the first time I had experienced such a phenomenon. Seating was very spacious and comfortable. And the plane was a lot empty!
As I stepped out of the plane, raindrops fell on my cheeks. I welcomed the Cool Breeze and descended the steps of the plane greeting, السلام عليكم يا بلاد الهند
The duty-free shop at the Airport had a giant legendary art figure to welcome the travelers with ONAM greetings. On the visible sight was also grand alcohol bottles as well as other imported consumer goods. May God save God’s own land!
The slight rain continued as we stepped into the car. The route was jerky, as usual, like in other parts of Kerala. On the way, a drunken man was walking oscilating between sense and non-sense. The loyal customers are seen standing in que in front of the bars: it was a saturday night and next day was a holiday. So everyone was getting ready to enjoy in God’s own land… Jesus Christ standing glass-cage in front of the churches, while the ’sheeps’ are enjoying drunk on the roads and homes. Cars and other vehicles are driving recklessly… and no one seems to have a problem with anything.
Forget the corrupt Right, but ’tis a wonder why the Leftist folks have never raised ‘alcoholism’ to be an issue. The popular heroic chief minister not for once accused it as a trouble-maker in the state. Even religious organizations- conservative, liberal or extremist- do not find anything wrong with it at all! Every other institution is silently nodding its head in helpless approval for this social evil.
Sad! May God save God’s own land!
Sunday, October 29, 2006
But You…, none but You!
Vent of an Uprooted Tent
What happened all these days?
Whomto had I turned my face?
Why did I drink from cup else?
When came over my soul these curls?
My faith’s tree fell upside down
I forgot the way to His town
Without a living soul
I turned to a rock
Even worms that crawl
Shunned my barren heart
I searched for the attributes of Adam
For, I could not recall nature of my being
I imitated the cry of a living man
But not a drop of tear in my eye came
My mind would not stay in a place
Jolting as a ferry caught in hurricane’s arms
I tried to cure my pain with ways diverse
I consumed with hope many kind of tonics
I pinned my hope on all but the true Cure
Who but Him could heal me for sure
I ran in shame from those who believed
(For), the stream of my heart elsewhere flowed
The hypocrite was more sincere in his deeds
I failed to move the rosary at par with his beads
Not even in the dream could I hear
The music of the Sage in rest at Lahore
While His slaves around danced
In the abundant rain of His mercy-
My cup was empty and broken
Even tears flowed not to quench
I fell out of His Grace
I hurt myself with sins!
I did get much love from my folk
Their lips were busy with my talk
But that did me no good
I starved for another food
Though many envied my joyful face
I covered the dirt of my wretched soul
Tonight when I laid crying in sujud
His Compassion covered me in tears
I opened my heart’s wounds before Him
I begged for the cure with His ‘Rahm’
In secret and in joy did I wail
Such pain: my face turned pale-
“Ya Rabb! Where else to knock
But on the door of Malikul Mulk!
This beggar feels like a king
When in your thought a tear I bring!
But You,
All love are in vain,
But You
All comforts are but pain
But You…,
None but You”
O Reader!
These are just lines of a hypocrite’s joy
They aren’t of any worth for you to enjoy
Look not up to me for any lessons great
Wise ones ought not care for fools’ talk
Leave me alone to rant and vent
The silly story of my uprooted tent
- Jaihoon
http://www.jaihoon.com/egoptics/vent.htm
