Aahsome ISSUE #1
Theme FREEDOM
Cover art by Sveta Kuznetsova
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T
he main reason this magazine was started was twofold, to give
each of us, and acts against freedom are much more rampant inside us,
readers a chance to explore outside their usual boundaries. And
than the ones that are shown in the daily news.
to give artists, writers and people with opinions, 10 minutes in
front of a larger audience. The site for Aahsome was started on 15th August, and that would be the primary reason for choosing Freedom as the theme for the first issue. By freedom we meant not just freedom from a foreign power, but freedom in all meanings of the word.
Freedom to me is best summarized by what Morpheus says to Neo, in the movie Matrix, “I’m trying to free your mind, Neo. But I can only show you the door. You’re the one that has to walk through it.” The final step towards freedom has to be our own. — K.A. Anand
Freedom always brings thoughts of Gandhiji or our colonial past, since not being free as a country for so long has brought that aspect of freedom to the foremost. What we don’t realize is that being free doesn’t necessarily mean free from outside power. In fact we knowingly give away our freedom each day of our life. We loose our freedom to not buy, by watching advertisements and getting emotionally affected into taking our wallets out. We loose our freedom to think for ourselves when we start believing
K.A.Anand is the founder of Aahsome magazine. He is a User Experience Designer by profession and blogs about design and everything else here: http://rega.in
in generally accepted notions of truth, without examining the logic ourselves. We loose our freedom to act by choosing not to act. Most of these losses are not because somebody came and took it by force, but we chose to let our freedom go to rot. The notion of freedom is much more inside www.aahsome.com
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D for A humble idea that started out with a few enthusiastic people, is growing to be a bigger, better project. The wall project started with a blank white compound wall, with an intense burning feeling of “something has to be done to it”. Set in an old East Indian village in Bandra, colourful with people of many talents, all hidden in their tiny abodes. It was an initiative to add visual elements of colour, form and texture to a space, to make the area more alive and generate a feeling among people who pass by it daily. Inviting more people, not just artists to come paint, and to hunt for interesting locations to paint. We hope the pictures in the following pages would inspire you! www.aahsome.com
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There are more such events planned in other cities. Connect with The Wall Project on Facebook to stay in the loop.
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A PETITION from the manufacturers of candles, tapers, lanterns, sticks, street lamps, snuffers, and extinguishers, and from producers of tallow, oil, resin, alcohol, and generally of everything connected with lighting. To the Honourable Members of the Chamber of Deputies
G
entlemen, you are on the right track.
political economy; therefore we shall call it your
on us so mercilessly we suspect he is being stirred
You reject abstract theories and little
practice — your practice without theory and
up against us by perfidious Albion (excellent
regard for abundance and low prices.
without principle.
diplomacy nowadays!), particularly because he
You concern yourselves mainly with the fate of the producer. You wish to free him from foreign competition, that is, to reserve the domestic
We are suffering from the ruinous competition of a rival who apparently works under conditions
has for that haughty island a respect that he does not show for us.
so far superior to our own for the production of
We ask you to be so good as to pass a law
light that he is flooding the domestic market
requiring the closing of all windows, dormers,
We come to offer you a wonderful opportunity
with it at an incredibly low price; for the moment
skylights, inside and outside shutters, curtains,
for your — what shall we call it? Your theory?
he appears, our sales cease, all the consumers
casements, bull’s-eyes, deadlights, and blinds
No, nothing is more deceptive than theory. Your
turn to him, and a branch of French industry
— in short, all openings, holes, chinks, and
doctrine? Your system? Your principle? But you
whose ramifications are innumerable is all at
fissures through which the light of the sun is
dislike doctrines, you have a horror of systems,
once reduced to complete stagnation. This rival,
wont to enter houses, to the detriment of the
as for principles, you deny that there are any in
which is none other than the sun, is waging war
fair industries with which, we are proud to say,
market for domestic industry.
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Claude Frédéric Bastiat (30 June 1801 – 24 December 1850) was a French classical liberal theorist, political economist, and member of the French assembly. Bastiat was the author of many works on economics and political economy, generally characterized by their clear organization, forceful argumentation and acerbic wit. Among his better known works is Economic Sophisms, which contains many strongly-worded attacks on statist policies. Bastiat wrote it while living in England to advise the shapers of the French Republic on pitfalls to avoid.
we have endowed the country, a country that
Bastiat’s argument cleverly highlights basic flaws in protectionism by demonstrating its absurdity through logical extremes.
cannot, without betraying ingratitude, abandon us today to so unequal a combat. Be good enough, honourable deputies, to take our request seriously, and do not reject it
exhausting plants will come at just the right
But what shall we say of the specialities of
without at least hearing the reasons that we
time to enable us to put to profitable use the
Parisian manufacture? Henceforth you will behold
have to advance in its support.
increased fertility that the breeding of cattle will
gilding, bronze, and crystal in candlesticks, in
impart to the land. Our moors will be covered
lamps, in chandeliers, in candelabra sparkling in
with resinous trees. Numerous swarms of bees
spacious emporia compared with which those
will gather from our mountains the perfumed
of today are but stalls. There is no needy resin-
treasures that today waste their fragrance, like
collector on the heights of his sand dunes, no
the flowers from which they emanate. Thus,
poor miner in the depths of his black pit, who
there is not one branch of agriculture that would
will not receive higher wages and enjoy increased
not undergo a great expansion.
prosperity.
First, if you shut off as much as possible all access to natural light, and thereby create a need for artificial light, what industry in France will not ultimately be encouraged? If France consumes more tallow, there will have to be more cattle and sheep, and, consequently, we shall see an increase in cleared fields,
The same holds true of shipping. Thousands
It needs but a little reflection, gentlemen,
of vessels will engage in whaling, and in a short
to be convinced that there is perhaps not one
time we shall have a fleet capable of upholding
Frenchman, from the wealthy stockholder of
If France consumes more oil, we shall see
the honour of France and of gratifying the patri-
the Anzin Company to the humblest vendor
an expansion in the cultivation of the poppy,
otic aspirations of the undersigned petitioners,
of matches, whose condition would not be im-
the olive, and rapeseed. These rich yet soil-
chandlers, etc.
proved by the success of our petition.
meat, wool, leather, and especially manure, the basis of all agricultural wealth.
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We anticipate your objections, gentlemen,
wheat, and textiles, “Yes,” you reply, “but the
gifts would be to reject wealth itself under the
but there is not a single one of them that you
producer has a stake in their exclusion.” Very
pretext of encouraging the means of acquiring
have not picked up from the musty old books of
well, surely if consumers have a stake in the ad-
it? But if you take this position, you strike a
the advocates of free trade. We defy you to utter
mission of natural light, producers have a stake
mortal blow at your own policy; remember
a word against us that will not instantly rebound
in its interdiction.
that up to now you have always excluded
“But, you may still say, the producer and the
foreign goods because and in proportion as
consumer are one and the same person. If the
they approximate gratuitous gifts. You have
Will you tell us that, though we may gain by
manufacturer profits by protection, he will make
only half as good a reason for complying with
this protection, France will not gain at all, be-
the farmer prosperous. Contrariwise, if agricul-
the demands of other monopolists as you have
cause the consumer will bear the expense?
ture is prosperous, it will open markets for man-
for granting our petition, which is in complete
ufactured goods.’’ Very well, If you grant us a
accord with your established policy; and to
monopoly over the production of lighting during
reject our demands precisely because they
have the right to invoke the interests of the con-
the day, first of all we shall buy large amounts
are better founded than anyone else’s would
sumer. You have sacrificed him whenever you
of tallow, charcoal, oil, resin, wax, alcohol, silver,
be tantamount to accepting the equation:
have found his interests opposed to those of the
iron, bronze, and crystal, to supply our industry
producer. You have done so in order to encour-
and, moreover, we and our numerous suppliers,
age industry and to increase employment. For
having become rich, will consume a great deal
the same reason you ought to do so this time too.
and spread prosperity into all areas of domestic
against yourselves and the principle behind all your policy.
We have our answer ready: you no longer
Indeed, you yourselves have anticipated this
industry.
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In other words, it would be to heap absurdity upon absurdity. Labour and Nature collaborate in varying proportions, depending upon the country and the climate, in the production of a
objection. When told that the consumer has
Will you say that the light of the sun is a
commodity. The part that Nature contributes is
a stake in the free entry of iron, coal, sesame,
gratuitous gift of Nature, and that to reject such
always free of charge; it is the part contributed
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by human labour that constitutes value and is
exclude it from competition, how can its being
of consumption free of charge or the alleged
paid for.
totally free of charge induce you to admit it
advantages of onerous production. Make your
into competition? Either you are not consistent,
choice, but be logical; for as long as you ban, as
or you should, after excluding what is half free
you do, foreign coal, iron, wheat, and textiles, in
of charge as harmful to our domestic industry,
proportion as their price approaches zero, how
exclude what is totally gratuitous with all the
inconsistent it would be to admit the light of the
more reason and with twice the zeal.
sun, whose price is zero all day long!
If an orange from Lisbon sells for half the price of an orange from Paris, it is because the natural heat of the sun, which is, of course, free of charge, does for the former what the latter owes to artificial heating, which necessarily has to be paid for in the market. Thus, when an orange reaches us from Portugal, one can say that it is given to us half free of charge, or, in other words, at half price as compared with those from Paris.
To take another example: When a product, coal, iron, wheat, or textiles comes to us from abroad, and when we can acquire it for less labour than if we produced it ourselves, the difference is a gratuitous gift that is conferred up on us. The size of this gift is proportionate to
Now, it is precisely on the basis of its being
the extent of this difference. It is a quarter, a half,
semigratuitous (pardon the word) that you
or three-quarters of the value of the product
maintain it should be barred. You ask: “How
if the foreigner asks of us only three-quarters,
can French labour withstand the competition
one-half, or one-quarter as high a price. It is as
of foreign labour when the former has to do all
complete as it can be when the donor, like the
the work, whereas the latter has to do only half,
sun in providing us with light, asks nothing from
the sun taking care of the rest?” But if the fact
us. The question, and we pose it formally, is
that a product is half free of charge leads you to
whether what you desire for France is the benefit
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“dillitown” 2008-09
Meera Sethi
From the series “Word.” Giclee on archival paper Limited edition
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“Heaven on Earth” 2008-09
Meera Sethi
From the series “Word.” Giclee on archival paper Limited edition
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“Sadho, sabd sadhana kijai” 2008-09
Meera Sethi
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“Lahori” 2008-09
Meera Sethi
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“pindi” 2008-09
Meera Sethi
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“Tat Tvam Asi” 2008-09
Meera Sethi
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Meera Sethi is a visual artist working in the mediums of painting, drawing, graphic design, and photography. Her artwork addresses the joys and challenges of living in a third space where two distinct cultures collide creating ruptures, fissures and hybrid ways of being and doing. This experience finds expression in the references to Indian and North American popular culture, textiles and patterns, contemporary fashion, clothing and religious and cultural identities found in her work. Meera’s aesthetic is full of minute detail, lush colour, geometric abstractions and minimalist clarity. View some of Meera’s work at www.meerasethi.com.
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The Last Day by Leela Alvares
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he picked up the photo frame of her niece
She sighed when she pulled out the magazines
bother to turn. She guessed they would be talk-
from the desk and looked at it for a mo-
that she’d been saving to read some day. Some
ing about her. The office boy came straight to
ment. It was the first to go into the brown
of them were two years old. Without another
her table with her favourite frothy cup of coffee
thought, she tossed them in the bin.
and placed it carefully amid the growing debris
cardboard box that the office had provided. Next, she picked out the blue fiber tip pens from the pen holder along with just one pink highlighter. The much-used Thesaurus was wrapped with newspaper and tucked in a corner of the box. It had been her travelling companion as she’d navigated her way up the corporate ladder. www.aahsome.com
She noticed a colleague looking at her from the corner of his eye. He quickly averted his gaze and started clicking his mouse furiously as
on her desk. He muttered something under his breath which she didn’t catch, and he walked away, shaking his head.
though a deadline loomed over his shoulder. She
As she sipped the hot liquid, she felt the
also heard a few whispers behind her but didn’t
lump in her throat slowly melt, and she stole a
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look at the half folded letter on the desk. The
the maelstrom of emotions within, and she
to her mundane job. Relief at being finally able
words ‘economic downturn’ and ‘regrettably’
wasn’t sure if she could trust it yet.
to free the muzzled voice which sought expres-
came in sharp focus, followed by ‘terminate’. A short laugh almost escaped her lips, which she converted into a cough. There was hysterical laughter bubbling under the surface, she knew, and the last thing she wanted was to make a fool of herself. No, it wouldn’t do at all. She arranged her features into an emotionless mask and continued filling the box.
“This is it… guys,” she said aloud, her voice unnaturally calm. She lifted her chin and looked around, her eyes radiating a confidence she didn’t completely feel yet. “It’s been a pleasure…” she continued, “well, most of the time, at least.”
shake her hand and wish her luck, but without
she stiffened. It was her closest friend at work,
looking her in the eye for long. Was it guilt, she
and she prayed that he wouldn’t say a word.
wondered? Guilt for the relief they felt that it
She could feel the waves of sympathy and pity,
was her and not them.
the tightly reined emotions were sure to give way. So she didn’t acknowledge the hand on the shoulder and merely gestured to the papers that lay on the desk. He understood and started gathering them for her. When her desk had been stripped of all signs of her, she stepped back and took a deep breath. This was easier than expected, she thought suddenly. There was a strange feeling growing amid www.aahsome.com
at being finally able to see the sun and feel its warmth on her face, rather than the dull glow of a computer monitor. Thank you, she whispered, tears flowing freely now. Thank you, she said.
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Her colleagues chuckled and came forward to
A hand pressed gently on her shoulder, and
even though no one would meet her eye. And
sion in writing, in poetry, in song and art. Relief
She turned around and found her friend had already picked up her box. She smiled at him and walked ahead, lifting her head high. It finally came to her, the feeling that she’d been trying to give a name to. The feeling amid the shock of being terminated and the fear of being without a job, even if it was a job she’d outgrown long ago. It was relief, she realized. Relief at no longer having to let a part of her die every day she came
Leela Alvares is a copywriter from Bombay, now in Dubai. When she’s not extolling the virtues of brands, she writes articles, stories and bad poetry. If you’re patient, you’ll find her suddenly and magically on her blog absoluteleela.blogspot.com.
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The Dream by Prashant Kumar Das
I
t was not just another winter morning in Tariq’s
to New York City, once in a diplomatic dele-
life. Several people including him had waited for
gation with the Commerce minister of
this day to come — his father, friends and his
old time sweetheart — Neena. While his car sped on the ring road, he could see the horizons of
India. In fact, his first trip abroad was to New York too. The Ferry to Staten Island, Bright LED
Delhi, spires partially bathed in orange sun
Digital Signage at Times
and partially shining with shades of morn-
Square and the Malaysian
ing blue. When the car would leave the
restaurants in China Town…
highway and merge with the service road,
every bit of the city enam-
as every day, they were to get trapped in
ored him. “The city has a sex
the traffic; meaning it was still an hour
appeal”, he would tell Neena
from his office. He started imagining the
over phone, “and I will marry
outside scenery smelling of the Berry Patch
it before I marry you”. Neena
aroma that emerged from his car freshener and pretended as if it was New York City, the city of his dreams! He had been to the US several times before; on short term news reporting assignments. Six times www.aahsome.com
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representative office in New York City,
was a shock to him; but he could not have
would open the door of his cabin, his assis-
handled by one Ramesh Patel, an NRI who
flown back even if he could know about her
tant reporter stuffed his mouth with a pas-
actually worked as an independent columnist
heart-attack three days before she died. The
try. “You did it Tariq”, she said. Anxious, he
for Wall Street Journal. Tariq’s writing style,
only son in the family, Tariq could not even
hurled towards the greeting card. It read-
a mixture of news analysis blended with a
come for the funeral ceremony. Two years
‘Congratulations sir, on your promotion as
common man’s romanticism and down-to-
ago when Neena fractured her leg in a traffic
the Chief of brand new New York Bureau’.
earth perspectives, had always appealed
accident, Tariq was flying to Seattle the same
Mr. Sengupta, the chief managing editor
to the masses. His weekly column of the
day for a reporting assignment. When he
rushed towards him, shook hands and said
newspaper
unprecedented
learnt about the accident, Neena was in the
“So, the board decided Tariq, who else than
popularity with every passing year. That was
hospital and he on his way to the airport.
you could be the right person to start our
why in spite of several multinational news
“Sweetheart, I am postponing my flight-
news-reporting operations in New York; that
agencies venturing into India, Tariq remained
ticket; and coming straight to your hospital”,
city is all yours now”, he continued, “…and
with the same employer. Not that he never
he called up from his car. “No, please fly; else
that comes with another great news: the In-
thought for a change; but every time he did,
you will miss this event the day after…lets
stitute of International Humane Journalism
the Editor-in-Chief would come up with a
meet three weeks later when you are back…
(IIHJ) has decided to award you with their
tempting salary hike. “Buddy, would you like
I shall be OK”, Neena had said. Realizing
annual title this year. We thought of club-
to fly to New York? We again need to cover
the importance of his assignment, Tariq was
bing the awarding ceremony with our formal
the Indian Entrepreneur summit there”, he
helpless not to press much.
public announcement of our New York Op-
was
gaining
would say; and escort him to an instantlyplanned five-star dinner.
Things were a bit different last Friday
erations”. Tariq felt elated.
when he arrived at his office. Everyone
In fact, Mr. Sengupta was one of the con-
And yes, it was a trip to the same city when
started clapping when he passed the lobby
tenders for the New York position. Tariq’s
he lost his mother. The reporting assignment
and his cabin’s glass door was covered with
extensive reporting experience in New York
was too important to miss. Her sudden death
a huge “Congratulations” card. Before he
City and his public appeal forced him to take
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up the second option: Europe. Mr. Sengupta
non-profit??? They do not have any foreign
products, many a times to New York. That is,
did not resist for two reasons: first, Europe
trips to offer; not even a proper HR system in
perhaps, how Tariq’s passion for the city had
was a larger portfolio to handle; and second-
place. Are you nuts, Tariq?...” Definitely, his
developed.
ly, he knew that New York project had been
present job was too good to give up. Tariq
Tariq’s dream.
decided that he would passively work with
The venue for the felicitation ceremony was close to Tariq’s office. His publication
IIHJ whenever he is relieved a bit from his role at work. That never happened.
Tariq’s father, an avid sculptor had started creating miniature statues of liberty with molded copper. Impressed by what his father did, Tariq often came up with this idea
house had spent heavily on publicizing the
His office room was artistic. Beautiful
expressed vehemently, “Abbu, I want to be
New York operations. IIHJ office was located
brass artifacts, glass furniture and an
a sculptor like you”. His father would reply
close-by too. They were a group of senior
impressionistic oil-painting of a Manhattan
“No, you little rascal! You should probably do
journalists from the National Capital Area
street covered with thick copper border. The
the business of sculptures rather than being
who had been nationally acclaimed some
border had real patina on it that resembled
a sculptor…”, he continued “you see, son, ap-
time. “Locally spread, internationally inte-
the real color of Statue of Liberty. The brass
preciating the art is one thing; and becom-
grated” was how their tagline read below
miniature sculptures reminded him of his
ing an artist another… earning your liveli-
the logo. IIHJ came up with strategic level
childhood days that he spent in a tiny shack
hood in spite of being a great artist is not
openings several times. Tariq wanted to work
in Moradabad that pretended to be a house.
that easy. I think you should study, and be
with them. He had been a big fan of the fa-
His father worked in an exporter’s factory,
a business man. Your school master told me
mous columnist- Mr. Sahani who was the
chiseling brass sculptures. Tariq would often
about emm-bee-aye thing; and you must get
president of IIHJ. Joining the Institute would
come with him to the factory on Sundays and
that degree”. And he would invariably add
have given him the opportunity to work so
do his homework in the factory’s resting area.
“…but stay back in your country, stay close
closely with Mr. Sahani. But his intent to join
His father worked overtime to feed his family
to the soil… we are born here; and must die
IIHJ was always contested by his friends: “Will
of three; and also save for Tariq’s education.
here…” Perhaps he was completely disillu-
you really leave your big company to join this
The shop-owner traveled the world to sell his
sioned by his own employer’s frequent busi-
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ness trips abroad. How these trips ruined his
they were impressed by Tariq’s job and partly
With time, visits to Moradabad had become
family life and how materialistic he had be-
because they were awed by the powers of a
a pattern for Tariq’s creative process.
come were some things that Abbu was never
newspaper.
tired of describing.
One fine weekend afternoon, when it
On weekends, Tariq would typically drive
started raining in Moradabad, Tariq and
When Tariq grew older, he chose a journal-
down to his father’s place in Moradabad
his dad sat in the balcony chatting over the
ism school instead of business. Several of his
and spent most of his time in the factory.
sips of hot cardamom latte tea. Enjoying the
near and dear ones thought it was a wastage
Especially after his mother died, his father
faint splashes of the drizzles, Abbu asked him
of his father’s hard-earned savings until he
preferred to spend his weekends in the
“Tariq, is the snow fall in New York as beau-
got hired by this company with a handsome
factory too. They had a small “art room”
tiful as these rains in our neighborhood?”
salary package; directly from the college.
in the factory. Its setup resembled their old
Tariq looked around from the balcony. All he
Within two years, his Abbu stopped working
house. No elaborate furniture; but a clean,
could see was houses and their terraces with
in the factory; and set up his own with the
bamboo mat and a large ply-wood board
patches of trees wherever an open piece
money Tariq sent to him.
lying in the center of the room. That was his
of land was left available. Across the street
father’s canvas to draw newer designs for
downstairs was the cart of the tea vendor
the sculptures. Tariq enjoyed watching his
which could barely balance itself on the four
father designing. By the by, over the cups
spoke-wheels surrounded by thick mud. The
of tea they also discussed their perspectives
neighbor’s rooftop was flooded with a black
on the world. Abbu was not educated; but
fluid caused effortlessly by the old tire bleed-
his insights about life were impeccable.
ing due to water flowing through it. Not too
Tariq drew most of the basic ideas for his
far from the site was Yadav’s dairy with a
upcoming stories from Abbu’s talks. In short,
semi-open yard for cows and buffaloes. The
his Abbu’s factory was the place where
cowdung leaked through the weeping walls
creativity spawned in varying manifestations.
and the smell could sporadically be felt from
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Tariq’s factory. In all, there was little that
to Tariq’s collection, many of his childhood
and the scheme was awarded annual govern-
could be cited as a “pleasant site” if one was
pals had seen the photos of New York City-
ment funds. Statutorily, they needed a Board
to compare it to the view of Ellis Island from
the lady with a torch, tall sky-scrappers that
of Directors to prepare annual strategies for
a Manhattan hotel, especially when it was
touched the sky, the KingKong at a building’s
the NGO. Tariq was the first person Raju re-
snowing. Tariq did not know how to answer
spire. “Tariq, you must go to this city when
quested for the Directorship. “We shall pay
this question. He took a deep breath and
you grow up. You are meant for it”, his best
you honorarium for your work, please join
the smell of soil and exposed bricks absorb-
friend Raju would say. Raju was almost an or-
us, friend”, Raju had written to Tariq. Tariq’s
ing the rains passed through his nostrils. He
phan adopted by a distant uncle who made
reply was obvious-“Raju, my friend, who else
found himself lost in trance; and it suddenly
him work hard in his grocery shop. Tariq’s
than I would be more interested in this job?
felt like days of childhood to him…how he
clout in the band, which was due to his aca-
As it will be part time and in-absentia, I can
and his band of friends ran in the rain in spite
demic standing at school, motivated Raju to
easily manage. I come to Moradabad every
of mothers shouting at them; and how the
finish his college. After that, he joined an
week, anyway; l and we could schedule the
catch-me game would soon turn into a pleas-
adult-literacy NGO of Moradabad as a local
Board’s meeting every weekend. I cannot
ant mud-race… “No Abbu, these rains are
fund-raising officer. Later, Raju was able to
tell you how much passionate I am to be a
the most beautiful things on earth” he said.
convince his organization to start a subsid-
part of this. Maybe, soon, I can work full time
His father gazed at him with amazement.
iary in their neighborhood to help orphaned
with the NGO. I’ll talk to my boss tomorrow
kids. Raju became the head of that wing.
as a formality, and let you know…” When
They ran playschools for orphaned children
he did discuss the matter with his employers;
and collected public and private money to
and his boss’s reply was simple-“Tariq, you
ensure a minimum of high-school education
are a man of very high potentials. Leave such
for the children they pledged for each year.
jobs to people who aspire far less than what
This particular initiative was recognized by
you deserve. Moreover, our organization’s
the federal government as an ideal model;
policy will not let you work simultaneously
“Do you want me to park the car at our office first; or should drive directly to the IIHJ auditorium, sahib?” This was Tariq’s driver. They were close to the office now. “IIHJ, please”, was Tariq’s short answer to him. He wanted to steal a few moments more and remain in the memories of his past. Thanks www.aahsome.com
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fiction
for two employers”. Raju kept modifying
had started inside. Tariq got out of his car
to New York; for you and me. New York is
and re-modifying the proposed assignment
and stared around looking for Nina. She has
a beautiful tourist spot; and that is what it
of directorship to suit Tariq’s employer poli-
just arrived the venue too. They hugged, and
shall remain to be for us!”
cies, everytime to be rejected. Later, Raju had
hurriedly exchanged gifts. Tariq ran towards
to hire a professor from Delhi University for
the dais and lost vision of Neena who had
this job. Yesterday, when Raju learnt about
found herself a seat among the audience. It
Tariq’s New York assignment, he immediate-
was a huge auditorium, almost full. The first
ly called him up and said, “Tariq, now that
row had colleagues, journalists and some
you have achieved a bigger thing in life, you
white-clad leaders. People clapped when
can easily forget the smaller ones you lost in
Tariq climbed the steps and was escorted by
past…congratulations”. Happiness evinced in
a host to his designated chair. A large ban-
each word he said.
ner on the backstage said: “the Annual IIHJ
As the car moved towards the IIHJ auditorium, which was visible now, right on the
crowd. He had un-wrapped his gift-packet too. The gift for him was an aerial photograph of the Statue of Liberty. “Freedom”, he murmured and looked at Neena with a smile. She shook her head, as if none of the two was surprised. •
award ceremony”. Tariq’s press was named as the lead sponsor.
middle of the terminating straight road in
Neena could not wait any further to see
the front, Tariq’s feeling that his dream was
her surprise gift. She unwrapped the packet;
realizing was growing stronger. Neena was
it was an envelope tied with a ribbon around
driving down to the venue directly from Mo-
it. Beneath it was a greeting card with these
radabad. In her last phone call she told that
lines handwritten: “I decided to not take up
she was bringing a surprise gift for him. Tariq
the New York assignment. I am resigning
bought her a present almost every time they
from my job to join Raju’s NGO. I have also
met. This time was no exception. By the time
decided to work on Abbu’s sculpture busi-
they arrived the parking lot, the function
ness. Attached is an envelope with air tickets
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poetry
ਮਨ ੁ ੱਖ,ਖ ੁ ਸ ਼ ੀ ਤ ੇ ਆਜ ਼ ਾਦ ੀ ਮਨ ੁ ੱਖ ਚਾਹ ੁ ੰ ਦਾ ਹ ੈ ਚੰ ਦ ਚ ੀਜ ਼ ਾ ਂ ਅਪਣੱਤ, ਪਿ ਆਰ ਤ ੇ ਆਜ ਼ ਾਦ ੀ
Manukh, khushi te azadi transliteration in Roman characters
Human happiness and freedom loose translation in English
manukh chahunda hai chand cheezan
a person wishes few things
ਸ਼ ਹ ੋ ਰਤ, ਪ ਸ ੈ ਾ ਤੇ ਖ ੁ ਸ ਼ ੀ
apnatt, piaar te aazadi
affection, love and freedom
shohrat, paisa te khushi
fame, money and happiness
ਅਪਣੱਤ ਤ ੇ ਪਿ ਆਰ ਤ ੋ ਂ ਬਣਦ ੇ ਨ ੇ
apnatt te piaar ton bande ne
with affection and love
rishte
relationships evolve
rishtiaan ton bande ne bandhan
relationships evoke bonding
te bandhanan vich guach jaandi hai
and in all this bonding
ਆਜ ਼ ਾਦ ੀ
aazadi
freedom is lost
ਪਸ ੈ ੇ ਤ ੋ ਂ ਮਿ ਲਦ ੀ ਹ ੈ ਸ ਼ ਹ ੋ ਰਤ
paise ton mildee hai shohrat
money begets fame
te shohrat ton aonda hai ahinkaar
fame begets pride
paise ton aundi hai , hor paise dee laalsa
money begets greed for more money
ahinkaar te laalsaanva vich guaach jandi hai
and in all this greed and pride
khushi
happiness is lost
te pher manukh hamesha labhda rehnda hai
and then the person longs for,
khushi te aazadi
freedom and happiness
ਰਿ ਸ਼ਤ ੇ
ਰਿ ਸ਼ਤਿ ਆਂ ਤ ੋ ਂ ਬਣਦ ੇ ਨ ੇ ਬੰ ਧਨ
ਤ ੇ ਬੰ ਧਨਾਂ ਵਿ ਚ ਗ ੁ ਆਚ ਜਾਂਦ ੀ ਹ ੈ
ਤੇ ਸ ਼ ਹ ੋ ਰਤ ਤ ੋ ਂ ਆਓਂਦਾ ਹ ੈ ਅਹਿ ੰ ਕ ਾਰ
ਪਸ ੈ ੇ ਤ ੋ ਂ ਆਓਂਦ ੀ ਹ ੈ , ਹ ਰ ੋ ਪਸ ੈ ੇ ਦ ੀ ਲਾਲਸਾ
ਅਹਿ ੰ ਕ ਾਰ ਤ ੇ ਲਾਲਸਾਂਵ ਾ ਵਿ ਚ ਗ ੁ ਆਚ ਜਾਂਦ ੀ ਹ ੈ ਖ ੁਸ਼ੀ
ਤ ੇ ਫ ੇਰ ਮਨ ੁ ੱਖ ਹਮ ੇਸ ਼ ਾ ਲੱਭਦਾ ਰਹਿ ੰ ਦਾ ਹ ੈ ਖ ੁ ਸ ਼ ੀ ਤ ੇ ਆਜ ਼ ਾਦ ੀ
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It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realised, somehow, through the screaming of my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn’t sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when it’s all you’ve got, that freedom is an universe of possibility. And the choice you make between hating and forgiving, can become the story of our life.” — Shantaram
Quote suggested by Anjana. Messy photo collage by Arun. Photo credits: http://www.flickr.com/photos/duncan/835323 http://www.flickr.com/photos/assbach/430685233 http://www.flickr. com/photos/adriana-lukas/2562762750 and http://www.flickr.com/photos/jose_zaragoza/1174993785 38 www.aahsome.com
Freedom
It’s freedom that drives the life inside a shell to hatch and move out of it. Its freedom that then leads the little bird to start walking and then desire to fly, to be on its own. The little bird craves to experience the outward movement of wings and take off into the open infinite sky. The want to move where it’s heart leads. The excitement of not being bound, the enthusiasm to move without a path, the will to be surprised and enjoy all the different situations and environments it encounters. To experience all the colors and fragrances and move through all of them with ease and decide the one which makes it feel the fulfillment life has to offer. It’s this freedom that we all long for. The feeling of being able to leave all our inhibitions and fears behind, to move into the open sky and discover different environments and realize what comes closest to our dreams, what fills the space we all carry.
Aditi Agarwal is a student who likes writing poetry occasionally and also keeps a journal.
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Last word
Beards are aahsome!
“I heard Al-Qaeda is hiring, they offer good salary packages for dhadi walas”, said my friend Gopi, trying to be funny while commenting on a Facebook picture. “You look like you’re on drugs man”, said JK. Pat came the reply, “You’re just jealous of my beard man”. Alok had to take a jab, “Dude put this pic on your website next to the link to free weed”. “Dude the shit ain’t free and no, I’m not selling it.” A few others said “Cool look bro!”. The silly shit that one has to deal with while growing a beard can get insane. Some folks even try to look for reasons why you’re sporting a beard. Reasons. I put the question back to them. Why should a man not embrace his beard? It is a defining male characteristic, just as breasts are to women. Society has its set of mighty stupid ‘rules’ that most people take for granted, unquestioned (you’ll find the most stupidest of all in big company policy books). We are so used to accepting and believing this that we don’t take a moment to question it. Advertisements, political systems, school systems, organized religions, corporate policies are all really good at one thing — pounding bull shit into peoples’ heads with skillful suaveness. Actors, business men, politicians and the like represent this with clean shaven faces, demonstrating standards that the typical middle class society expects us to maintain. These people sow seeds that grow to make a man shun his own masculinity, adopting a persona that isn’t true to his inner self. Beards were a sign of masculinity and virility. They still are in many societies. But yet we are moving towards androgyny and giving up the simplest freedom to sport a beard. We give in to society’s ‘rules’ that alienate us from our own facial hair. I chose to keep my beard, I chose freedom.
George Carlin loved his beard.
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