Author is not an alien

Author is not an alien
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Monday, May 27, 2013

Train from.........PAKISTAN

Once again this story has its origin in a train ,it so happenned that I was on my way to my hometown & as soon as the train left Delhi ,I opened up a book and was engrossed in reading .Around me was a family with 3 kids who were howling & shouting &throwing things on floor,in short taking all the benefit of them being “the little ones” After an hour a voice said
“Maaf kariyega mohtarma,aapko in bachhon ke karan badi takalluf uthani pad rahi hai”
I said “ Nahi Nahi ye to chote bachhe hain” whereas in my mind I was thinking “Aisa kaun bolta hai yaar( who says like this )” and the well known human mind’s curiosity didn’t let me read ,I asked to the gentleman where were they going to ,got a reply “Nagpur” and then to Amravati . I said” coming from delhi?”
And got  a reply which solved the mystery of that urdu accent “ We are coming from PAKISTAN”
Pakistan??? I never knew Bilaspur Rajdhani comes from Pakistan .The gentleman laughed , told that they came to delhi and then are moving towards Amravati to visit a childhood friend  of his mother who is seriously ill
Friend?? Ok,our history books say once we were one and many of prominent activities of freedom struggle took place in lahore
After exchanging pleasentries ,I came to know that the gentleman Dr Shaukat was also a doctor and his lovely wife told me with almost a child like enthusiasm that her sister is also a doctor and was settled in Dubai .Why Dubai?i asked to which I came to know that Pakistan is still not a very progressive society when it comes to women working but then she also defended instantly saying things are changing and they would return back to their country to vote ,the first time for 37 year old Nagma
After some time I was offered “Peshaver ka halwa”,”khajoor ki kachori” and “lahore ka namkeen” which looked mouth watering but the logical mind screamed “You should not take any food from strangers” and the probability of risk grows when the strangers are from other side of border .Well I gave a look to the yummy food stuff and politely refused
The talks with Dr Shaukat revolved aroud the girl education ,medical field,exaggerating problem of power cut and it was refreshing to know from him that the youth wants change ,they want to get educated ,no politics of hatred ,want to work and bring about a change in the attitude of outside world towards their nation
Nagpur comes early morning,when they left ,bid a “Khuda Hafiz” ,mother of Dr shaukat kept a hand on my head and wished me”Barkat” from her Khuda Dr Shaukat and Nagma  wished me”behisaab khushiyaan” while I prayed for the good health of the Indian friend of the Pakistani lady
Off they went and with them went the “Peshawar ka halwa,Khajoor ki kachauri” from my eyesight,the train left nagpur and sleep was gone from my eyes .Suddenly I realised that in the pace of modernisation are we forgetting human values? As we have closed ourselves into AC Compartments have we closed the way to our hearts too??gone are those days when every journey to village in the sleeper compartment ,sharing the home cooked meals with strangers earned us friends to whom our parents used to send postcards?? And then the biggest question: who is more dangerous- a gang of men who can rape you in the light of a metro city, the sick people who ogle you when you wear a short dress and make you feel naked, a group of so called left wing extemists who kill their own men with such a brutality that can’t be judged in any parameter of humanity…….or a stranger family from a nation ,a neighbouring nation who is always portrayed as an enemy.If you happen to find an answer ,do let me know……….till then stay safe and keep the women around you too safe…..Seher
(P.S.- The views expressed in the blog are personal and if you happen to be a crazy lunatic under the mask of a patriot,please spare yourself from the difficulty of reading )


  1. your post reminds me of a pakistani friend of mine from sialkot.....we worked together in kuwait, and became very good friends!! there are good people in that country.....problem is our politicians on both sides dont want peace....

    very well written Pooja....ek baar padhna shuru karo to rukne ka mann nahi karta....:)

  2. the above comment is by me, anand patankar:)

  3. Thoughtful..... Well what shall I say... Sharp, Humble and engrossing.... unimaginable to actually realize how much have lost in the concrete set up...

  4. Pooja..a very short,sweet,simple but well written incident happened in the train. I think this is your second story happened in the train.
    Normally, we tend to forget the human values when it comes to define cross border relationship.Positive values are always leaned towards freedom, peace, fulfillment and happiness, whereas negative values takes us to bondage, conflict, sorrow, dark and debasing.We the people have to choose what to choose eventually.
    Finally what the outcome is that a Common man may possess similar kind of attitude when positive values are concerned.


  5. @Anwar- the day i created this blog,u have been the most consistent reader,thank you always

  6. @Anand- sometimes we meet such a lovely person from so called enemy country that the whole idea of lines and borders seem so irrelevant

  7. @Prashanth- thanks for the kind words of appreciation,its special because i adore you for your views & the person you are....thanks

  8. Hi there are you taking on my Persona... an Aquarian to the boot.
    Great write.