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Stephen Hawking lists rise of artificial intelligence as one of the threats to human species because once robots reach a stage of independent evolution, their conscious goals and desires may be unpredictably different from ours. However, with the rising beast-like behavior in the form of insane cruelty towards humans and animals alike, by humans themselves, it appears that we won’t have to wait a millennium to witness a catastrophic decline in human civilization as an evolved species. We might as well turn time and go back the good ol’ ape ways.

Incidents of terrorism can be discussed in the wake of recent attacks in Baghdad, Dhaka, Turkey, Medina and many other states which came under fire from terrorist groups or even home-grown militant outfits. As I am coerced into taking off my glass of optimism and say that this was an act by misguided religious fanatics, I do believe that these events have a colour. And it is Red.

I see Red each time I read such incidents and worry for the sake of all those affected. I see myself in the 19 year old girl who lost her life to the colour of religion. Or in fact, to the colour of human decline. We have been degraded to a state of no self conscience; where a verse from a religious text is the tight rope on which the condemned walk; which decides the value of one life over another. If they are fighting in the name of some deity, do they believe that human creation is an act of the divine and the value of human life must not be the prerogative of certain individuals whose religion supposedly surpasses ours in value? I don’t condemn Islam. No religion is at fault. No text teaches brutality but these acts are committed by brainwashed groups of psychopaths. Nobel Prize winning Physicist and atheist Stephen Weinberg said: “for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.” It is ironical that I cite a quote that speaks in opposition to my belief but I do it because that is the most easily assumed reason behind any act of mass violence.

It has come to light that some of the attackers were educated elites, one even being the son of a politician. While extremist ideologies of a secular nature can be regarded as one of the primary causes of terrorism, political factors are not far behind. Under the garb of religion, many turn to such extreme measures due to political or even personal reasons.

I kept my nose close to newspaper articles and comments made by individuals on this matter. One comments criticized the events, clearly lamenting the degeneration of Muslim ideology, asking what kind of Muslims would kill Muslims and others in the holy season of Ramadan. I almost laughed. Is this what all our education and calls of secularism come to? It is despicable on the part of a person to question the actions of member of a community, expressing concern over the time of the year.  Will you have taken the pain with a grain of salt had it happened, say, around September maybe? This is precisely the reason I don’t question religion. Religion is only a garb for a polished external existence, while internal hatred spews such measures under personal misguided fanaticism.

It is however true that certain factions have misinterpreted sections of a holy text and thus unleashed a volley of social destruction and hatred. It is a matter of great concern that humans have been reduced to mindless machines that are out to kill their own kind. Is the cost of human evolution so diminutive that it flows in the streets unhindered?

Complexities of the causes of terrorism are widely known and accepted. But no cause can change the face of the result. It is besmirched with Red. No homage can bring back the dead. The only acceptable compensation would be to unearth the root of this evil, unmask the face that hides behind religion or any other origin, and fight it from ground up.


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Met My Demons

Met my demons, in a fork
down a hill,
stayed so still.

They spared my soul , yet again
spilled some blood
lost much love.

I met them on my way back;
left me lone
no sins atone.

‘You’ve lost your heart to another,
bear the pain
it’s all our gain.’

My demons feast on fear that stays,
in a heart not mine,
still I pine.

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The sun shines brighter in the sky

Raindrops remnant on the leaf

A darkness spreads inside my soul

I quietly drink my grief.


A song of Innocence lost beneath

the trodden conscience on the ground

The sunshine fails to obliterate

the pain; the dirges have no sound.


The wound still reeks of bourbon breath

that raged inside the bolted door

The hand still dreads the iron fist

that dragged me merciless, across the floor.


Those eyes still kiss the open sky ,

still drink the power that pain subdued

I walk, still nameless, in the crowd,

the sun shines on, as I lie bruised .

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I say this because I do.
Now I have no fear of being ridiculed or mocked at.
at least I believe in something that doesn’t castrate someone else’s right to existence and prosperity.
my unicorns don’t tear down churches and drag a god’s statue and rub it in the face of all the faith keepers. They wont try to rip apart your family,
or try to segregate you into petty religious mono-identities,that create an invisible abstract belief that maybe the god that we choose to kneel before, can make us any different from the person who holds a cross in his hand.

My make-believe epitomes of freedom and esperance
don’t beat the crap out of innocent( until proven guilty )people and label them ‘ love jihadists.’ i need hardly say how ludicrously absurd their premature deductions are. The visage of Ethics,today, hides beneath it the pernicious venom of hatred fueled by moral discontent.

My one-horned myths don’t carry guns.
They don’t misinterpret religious texts and lure men into believing in something that can catastrophically put an end to life as we know it- who are being led by blind extremists into the deep chasm of self-deprived existence, all for some ‘Greater good’!

so yes, I might be a child, for I believe in these myths and call them home. It is my belief that life is impossible without an immovable belief in something, no matter how trivialized your sense of belief may be. Introspection is the water to our parched sense of righteousness.
Till the lesson goes home,
the mirage of peace and happiness that I hold in front of me, unapologetic for not accepting the harsh reality that stares square in my face,
Drives a simple question-

wouldn’t you rather ride a fable than be the one behind the gun?

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All voices silenced
the thirst is quenched.
6 foot under, buried the stench.

Mutiny is past,
the crowds never last,
dissipated with a teary blast.

the land is red,
the hands have bled,
my rights hang by the thread.

what do i do?
i am land’s son too,
they take what’s mine ,without adieu.

so i mock their plight,
Ropes are my respite ,
i hang my dreams and take my flight.



It isn’t the fragrance of freshly baked pies or the twinkling lights on the Christmas trees. Neither is it the Christmas carols we sang with great joy in school assemblies, lined up like little reindeers to a carriage. What I remember vividly are the candles, smell of everlasting love in the air, and yes the one that doesn’t need any reciprocation. The love we give without running out of stock. Ever. I remember that love. That is how I commit to memory my Christmas, simple homely and love-filled merriment, not of Christ’s birth, but the reincarnation of love in our hearts.

When I look back at all the celebrations and fervor that used to be around us when we were in school, I fondly bear in mind our Principal narrating little snippets of stories with morals that would always end in love. Love is certainly what made the world go round. We live on the love of our family friends or maybe if we are lucky enough, love of someone special. What I remember is that love knew no time zones or religion or colour or orientation. It was given and taken without any hinges attached to it, nor any hooks of immorality. The exchange of gifts, food sharing. I don’t know how we managed to pull it off year after year, without ever getting bored or weary. Maybe it was love. To put it in Dumbledore’s words, it is the greatest magic that existed.
But what I see around me now is not how I remember this, nor do I want to be part of such a world. A world where we have to fight for our rights is certainly not working right. How many roads we have travelled since time immemorial and yet we do not realise how unequal we have turned ourselves into? A line randomly sketched on a piece of paper called MAP divides us and turns us against our own kind. Our beliefs have made us loathe each other!
No religion teaches its men to massacre hundreds of innocent children. It is Man and not Religion that is at fault. We are so myopic in our views that we fail to realise the catastrophe we bring on ourselves. What do we expect to gain out of this incessant war for things that belong to each of us? What can we gain by shedding blood of innocent people all for superseding our own brothers? Is that what our religion preaches?
This is not the world I want to remember and a future in such ignorance scares me to no end.
This Christmas season, approaching a new year, let us give love to those who need it. Make ourselves a promise to be there for people regardless of who they are to us. Let us swell the magic of love and hope it heals the wounds of those, who have lost their loved ones; for whom Christmas was just another desolate day and the approach of a new year sends shivers down their spine, for it is a new day without joy or happiness.
This world needs love, people standing up for each other, saving each other. That is how I will remember Christmas, When the world rose as one.