Jnu Student, Shehla Rashid at the launch of her political career in Srinagar. From being at the forefront of the student agitation calling for the release of Umar Khalid and Kanhaiya Kumar, to taking a stand about the human rights violations in Kashmir, Shora was well known for her activism before joining the Jammu and Kashmir’s People’s Movement.
One will write about one’s travel on a later date.
So which do you prefer daytime or nighttime? One is a lover of the night. It’s so much more intimate, more intense. They say when you can’t sleep at night it’s because you’re in someone’s thoughts, we nocturnes must be playing havoc in a lot of heads.
Last night my dear friend Ocean called up at an hour which may seem strange to anyone who has no inclination about my sleep patterns. After chatting for a couple of hours, he asked, ‘how would any guy you’re dating react to you talking to a guy at this hour?’. The age old, tiresome mumbo jumbo ‘ladkiyaan raat ko ghar se bahar nahin jati! Ladkiyan raat ko admiyoon se baat nahin karti’. It’s an awfully screwed up thought, jumbling the time of the day with my decency and morality. But one is a self proclaimed (I’m sure otherwise too) ‘bachalan aurat’, therefore it’s fine.
The best conversations happen at night. The best drives, the best friendships and the nicest stories unfold in the middle of the night. The best time to remember the almighty, to reconnect with yourself, to walk by the side of the Dal or stand by the side of a flyover, is at night. ‘ I often think that the night is more alive and more richly coloured than the day,’ said Van Gogh and Swan Williams said, ‘ I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night!’ Me too, me too!
P.S- Believe you me, if I really like you ( which is a rarity, since one is a misanthrope) then you can call me at any time of the night. On the other hand, even if I really love you and you call me between 6.00-11.00 a.m, I am cursing you under my breath. Not because I am asleep but because I find it very rude, to be disturbed at a time when I’m sorting myself out. My morning doesn’t get better with good morning messages and calls!
When one is all of four feet eleven inches tall, plump and waddles like a duck it’s quite amusing and of course pissing off to have uniformed men trying to intimidate you. Sometimes by force, at times with ‘thane le kar chalo’. Jail jane ka to humara bachpan se shauk he!
Kehte he na, ‘Jab Allah Meharban to Gadha Pehalwan’. This Gadha looks like a militant to them. I feel like a big Amazonian woman- Xena warrior princes.
‘Humme kyaa patta apko kisne bheja he!’ Why not, kyuun nahin! Like militants are this stupid that they will send someone who stands out like a sour thumb not someone who totally blends in. The count is twice in six days.’Keep a low profile or you’ll get into trouble,’ yell my friends who have witnessed the militancy of the 90’s. No live videos, henceforth!