Author: Vinayak Razdan

My Nani
she put a mine in my head
I stomp all over the places in my mind
I keep missing the spot
What was the name?
She fed me these roots of a plant
it grows on an ancient hillock in Kashmir
The hill of myna
She said it is good for memory
bitter
I forget the name
I trample
name of a bird
a harwan tile
a lake
a leaf
a root
bitter
I stomp on her two feet back
it hurt as I got older

my feet got bigger
her back
brittle
fleeting memories

I stop
Why
why
wai, is the name

Ride with the devil, hide behind the Lord
I got pistol, I got sword

I got Hizbul, I already got land
And still I wonder why I got this stone in my hand

Stone in my hand, stone in my hand

And still I wonder why I got this stone in my hand

O’ bother in faith, let me explain

I say we want a revolution, well, muslims get on board
We’ll restart the old crusade, we’ll start a Holy war
that’s not an orders, that’s the simplest plan
I don’t need nothing but the stone in your hand

Stone in your hand, stone in your hand
I don’t need nothing but that stone in your hand
Stone in your hand, stone in your hand
I don’t need nothing but the stone that’s in your hand

P too got fighter jets, P too will drop bombs
kill their fathers, kill their moms
Kill their brothers and their sisters, and their uncles and their aunts

O’ let them wonder why you got this stone in your hand

Stone in your hand, stone in your hand

And still you wonder why you got this stone in your hand

Based on the song “Stone in my hand” (2008) by Everlast, popular among online supporter if stonepelters.

Mujahid is to Tahreeki what Cow is to Hinduvadi. A holy cow about whose political utility you can’t question anything. Blood of Mujahids is as unquestionably good for nation as cow’s milk is for humanity. A basic criteria for a noble, just society. Kaamdenu cow of Kashmir…all purpose wish fulfilling cows that shall bring a peace of paradise to earth.

“Telli! What’s it going to be, eh?”

There was me, that is Sikandar, and my three sangbaaz, that is Bott, Kadir, and Mudd. Mudd being really Mudd, and we sat in the Jumma Khanqah making up our magaz what to do with the Friday morning, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry.

The Jumma Khanqah was a religion-plus jaai, and you may, O my brothers, have forgotten what these jaais were like, things changing so jaldi these days and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being written much neither.

Well, what they sold there was deenplus, religion plus something else. They had no license for selling it, but there was no law yet against prodding some of the new cheez which they used to put into the old deen, so you could gryt it with azzadi or revolution or resistance or one or two other cheezimeezi which would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen hours admiring Jannah And All its Holy Angels and Saints in your left chapinkhor with lights bursting all over your magaz. Or you could gryt deen with stones in it, as we used to say, and this would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of dirty tim-woh-te-be-akh, and that was what we were gryting this morning I’m starting off the story with.

Our pockets were full of dayar so there was no need on that score, but, as they say, money isn’t everything.

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You know how rest of the story goes: A free woman would get killed. Brittle men would be lampooned. Boy would be sent to special prison where they try to cure him, creating another kind of monster. Boy would find old his friends are now woking as IkWEENIS. A Batte Kommunist ji would take up the cause of Sikandar and try to expose the true face of “State” to the people…Pandit ji the mad victim who would be disposed soon enough. Sikandar would have his humanity restored and the symphony of violence shall continue.

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would have you believe
Brahma of Kashmir conflict cosmos. it all started with his illicit love of Sharda. Set the world in motion. He was once very powerful and much loved. Now few temples remain.

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and he still runs the show…Laxmi.

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the new weapon of mass destruction
the loveable destroyer
levels the world and sets the new circle in motion.
real

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