FREEDOM FOR IRAQ

FREEDOM FOR
IRAQ. (OPNION)

 

When bombs explode in the heart of
Baghdad I (we) do not see the scores .Sunnis … Shia……. This much .we feels for their families and their sufferings.

Three autonomous region based on ethnic line .Shia, Sunnis and Kurdish region. Americans are refusing to do this. Americans brought miseries to the Iraqis people, now it is their moral duty to bring peace in
Iraq. When will this happen? How long it is going to take? How many more Iraqis need to scarify their life for that? Will UN remain silent spectator forever? These entire questions remain unanswered.

KASAVO like solution is the only answer for
Iraq. This is the only way to stop carnage and amicable settlement for the warring parties. If Mr. Bush and Americans are refusing,

Why 164 members of UN refuse to take a resolution (through voting) dividing
Iraq on ethnic basis? What is that preventing them stopping blood shed? In this present scenario given a chance, even American will vote for it! They only want to get out of
Iraq as soon as possible .it will also give them a chance to save their face!

Divide
Iraq into three automatons region with a (“centralized control system”) coalition ministry at the center. Relocating shias in south and Kurdish in north. patrolling of their boarder area  (within their divided country )can be looked after by UN peace keeping force and their men in respective area .once this is done Sunnis can take control of their own region .leaving  no more chance for blood shed. No one will permit their own people getting killed in the name of freedom or religion. That should allow their community to isolate terrorist and jihads form their society .they will find thousands of terrorists and jihads at their door step mostly form foreign country .as per their rules they can be either put behind bars or deport them to their own country.

Now for developments.
World bank, Syria and
Saudi Arabia can contribute help/money to rebuild Sunni autonomous region (
Baghdad). It can be developed into a major business /trade and tourist center .Revenue from the
Iraq oil from
Basra and Kurdish area should share certain percentage with Sunnis .time is the greatest healer. We all can hope for a better future for
Iraq.

 

N.B. In
Iraq it is not civil war or even Sectarian war it is much worst than that, it is ethnic cleansing that is what is happing at the moment in
Iraq. Sunnis are killing Shia’s only to drive them out of their region. This fact must be accepted by the world community. We in
India had a similar situation .more than sixty thousand Hindu pundits were driven out to their home and lively hood by terrorists and so called Kashmiri Jihads (Freedom fighters). For the past so many years these Hindu pundits are living in an appalling conditions in and around
Delhi .they are refuges in their own mother land .Does world community is aware of their plight and problems? Even after two different ruling parties came to power they had done nothing to solve their problems.

LITTLE PRINCESS-PART-2

 

THE LIFE OF A LITTLE PRINCESS. (Life/story) 

Two other different ending!.

 Dear readers.

 

Thank you for reading my story .If you are disappointed with the story ending .Here is help!. By changing last page.

 

1) Marriage takes place….. It was decided by me after my daughters wedding, I would go on for pilgrimage. My karma (duty) in this world is over. Now all that I want is to get salvation for the sin I committed by separating my daughter from her mother. There is a very special bond between a mother and her daughter .No man will ever understand that.

Now my daughter is married and settled down in her life .Madam had accepted my estranged wife as her sister, there is peace on my mind.

One day after dinner, I announced my plan to go for pilgrimage. My daughter asked me for promise that I will return home after pilgrimage .Even though I promised her that I would return after pilgrimage it never going to take place.

Next day after breakfast .I carried my bag that contained few clothes, some cash and my dairy .I thanked madam for every help she provided for my family .blessed my daughter, asked my wife to take care of our Sony Gudiya and moved out of the house with a heavy heart.

As I walked into eternity, my wife asks madam “will my husband ever come back?’.

My daughter Sony answered by saying.”My papa never tells lies to me. Papa promised me that he would come back “.My wife looked at madam for answer. Madam pacified her by saying “We all live in hope .what is life without hope? Let us hope he will come back after pilgrimage “.

                                                    (THE END) 

 

2-nd ending.

 

Last page. (Before marriage.)

 

One day I asked madam why their outhouse was kept locked .Madam said, “We started our life in that house .after we built this house we moved into here. Since then outhouse was kept locked for the past fifteen years.” I asked madam for the outhouse key.

Opened the door and went inside .it was fully furnished house .every thing in its place. Like a memorial house. may be some sentimental value attached to it .the whole day I alone spent cleaning the entire house .there is no point in staying in madam‘s house after my daughter’s wedding.

I told madam that I am going to stay in their outhouse .madam had no objection for that.

I borrowed Ajay’s computer and started typing my life story from my dairy….

After dinner, my came to out house and settled down!

My daughter’s marriage takes place…Ajay and Sony stays at madam’s house and starts their new life…

My life story “THE LIFE OF A LITTLE PRINCESS “was completed in three moth’s time. I approached few publishers .one of them agreed to publish my story .It was a moderate success.

Sony delivered a baby girl. we all were at her bed side at the city hospital .my wife took her grand daughter in her arms and named her AMMINI  .infact Sony’s name was Ammini .I only had changed it to Sony Gudiya  I always wanted a little princess and the name can not be none other than Sony Gudiya !

With age my wife had mellowed .she is no more ill tempered and sarcastic woman. We started our life all over again. She spend most of her time with her grand daughter Ammini .she wanted to makeup her lost time with grand daughter .I worked as freelance

Designer for book covers and advertisement.

We stayed at madam’s outhouse, to serve her in her old age .A token of gratitude for giving a secured life for our daughter.

Life was not cruel to me when I think of less fortunate parents .today I am a happy and

Content man.

                                                             (THE END)

 

N B: choose any of the three ending, .if it gives you peace of mind !.

My “Little princess” and
Me.
About me. Aquarian, 49 years old, middle class family man. I am a service technician by profession. Events I my life forced me to write my story. I wish to convey my message to others, hope that it will help them. Even my two other stories convey social messages. Read more about me and my family from this story.
About” little princess “. This book is dedicated to my daughter. Sony  Gudiya.
It’s about an aged fathers fight for his daughter’s custody, and his struggle to give his little daughter secured life and good education. Will he ever live with his estranged wife? Read on …try to figure out where reality ends and my imagination begins .this story has two other different ending!
There is one special reason for me to write my story. You will find the message in this story…My story has an universal appeal of typical middle class family man .you will find Problem associated with single income family .If only wife had lent her helping hand family life would have survived.
I want typical housewife to realize that nowadays how difficult it is to run a family with single income.
An appeal to house wife is enclosed with this story. Please read it should help your family in the long run. .
With globalization, sweeping across the world my story can happen in any part of the world. Read ’job today. gone tomorrow “. I am a victim of globalization. With globalization life became very unpredictable .even surviving in this world became a challenge.
With the best wishes,
JIVAN.Guns & Roses @………..jivadax@gmail.com     

DAX & PUSSY CAT- Sweet memories…

Dax & Pussy cat.

Sweet memories…

When I was a young boy I had a cat named Pussy. It seems some one had decided to get rid of the kitten. Which was a common practice in Kerala: usually after cat gives birth. In those days (40 years ago) it was not possible to get sterilized a dog or cat. Kitten (pussy) found her way to our home. I welcomed her. She was a cute little one. She had light green colored eyes with full of curiosity, pink lips and white fur coat. An Y shaped black thick line running from both her ears to her nose. There was instant liking between us. When she came home she was very weak. I like fat tabby cat. I give her every day one glass of my milk with out the knowledge of my mother. She was always hungry .a part from her food I shared my food with her .I pampered her a lot. With lots of love and food she soon put on weight. She was always with me. While studying, eating, when I go for swimming or fishing in our compound; it runs in to few acres of land. Our house was in the middle of a paddy field. If I am swimming she will wait for me to finish my bath. She was more like a dog to me .in the raining season shallow place get filled up with water. That was my pound! When fishing I take big fish for me to fry. Small fishes I always give it her. She liked masala-fired fish too! . I had noticed one thing; whenever I talk to her .it was usually a question that I ask her .she always answered me in her monosyllables.  MEAO! . That says the least she was listing to me. Even though I never understood her language I took her answer for yes. When I goes to school she accompany me till the main gate. In the evening she eagerly waits for me at the gate .she will keep purring at me with her MEAO! . I know she want me to carry her back home. Together we share my evening Tiffin .At night she slept with me; she was too good to cuddle up. I like her snuggling up with me .she was always warm.  My father had no problem with my pussycat but my mother was allergic to her. If I give her kiss my mother would shout at me .she says if the cats hair get into my intestine it will give stomach pain? I never believed in her word .at least I never had stomach pain by kissing my pussycat. In return my cat will gives me a good lick on my cheek. I liked it; it was like rubbing fine emery paper on my cheek .try it once you will like it.

Since we were living in the middle of a paddy field, on rainy days there used to be lot of water snake and rat snakes. Some times pussy cat brings rat snake under my cot .she would not allow any body to get close to her when she keep her booty. Most of the time we drive her away .she will either take her booty with her or leave her booty to us and escape. Most of the time it used to be rat snake it was not a big problem for us. Until one day…. She brought a big king cobra; black in color about more than two meter in length. She caught him as usual .by his neck and took it to her favorite place. Under my cot. When we tried to drive her out .She made, not grunting but somewhat similar sound she produced. My elder brother gave her one whip with his belt .She left the cobra in our bed room and escaped .Now it was our turn to face the king cobra .We both jumped on to the bed. Snake started hissing at us. My brother threw his black belt at it. It bit on it. Again we then threw heavy pillow on it. Snake went into our big bath room .we both took brick and pinewood stick and went after the snake. Cobra was very much alive. To avoid cobra escaping we locked bathroom door! For washing we had high raised stone pillar? About 2′x1. 5′x2′ pillar. Cobra ran around the bathroom trying to escape; we climbed on the pillar, we first stoned him then beat him to death. There was lots of yelling and struggling to kill one cobra .it was really scary. That was my first kill at the age of ten-.my brother was around seventeen.

Every thing was fine. Perfect. Until she started giving birth. At times four to six of them! I like each and every one of them. When pussycat give birth to kittens, I took care of her, like getting her food at her place. Cleaning mess made by the little ones. Kittens started moving around the house after one month. They make mess all over the place. Besides we had to be very care full not to step on them. The most pain full part was that I had to leave the small one at the market place. That was the usual practice at that time. No blue cross or pet adoption center was there.

At market place they will get to eat left over fish. Some time small children or animal lovers take them home. Stray dogs or vehicle could kill some of them. Leaving small one to fend for them made me feel sad. I begged my parents to keep all the five with us. They told me that was impossible. Cats gives birth every six months. I had no other choice but to leave the small one at the market place. Only one and half months old … five of them…. When pussycat was away I took them in a big bag and went to fish market .I did not wanted to leave them at the market palace then come back home. It could get killed by a stray dog or run over by a vechile. I want to find them home. I went on asking little children whether they like to take my kitten home. Even though children liked my kitten they parents objected taking kitten home. I could find home for only three of them.  I took back two of the kitten back to my home. At home pussycat was very much worried she went searching all over the place. When I returned her two kittens she kept asking me for the missing one. MEAO? MEAO? I had apologized her. I really felt sorry for her. My parents insist that I dispose two others also. I said I would. Give me time. In our near by locality I went searching for shelter. In few days time I found people willing to adopt the other two. I was lucky. I found home for my kittens. After one month my pussycat and I visited her kitten. (I carried my her in a bag and took it to two of her kitten. she recognized them! it was a warm feeling watching them snuggling each other.  I love cat washing her face with its paw and playing with her kittens. They are more affectionate towards their little one…. Even though I had three other dogs in my life. I still love cats … we Aquarian had some of their traits. We do things under impulse. At times we get killed for our curiosities! Literally. 

After my pussycat I had an Alsation dog named DAX. My uncle in military brought it for me .he was about only one and half years old. Except that he had bit of puppy character in him but got a solid look of a grown up dog. Soon we became good friends. He had his corporation licensee tag on his collar belt. I used to take him to meat shop every day. Later he got used to collect his meat from his shop. Give him his bag he alone went to shop to collect this meat. Some times I followed him to see whether other dogs troubled him. With his majestic look other stray dogs never dared to pick up fight with him. They all kept a safe distance and yelled at him. DAX never paid any attention to those dogs. He was a very intelligent and obedient dog. We trained him such a way. Unless my brother or I tell him to “take it” he would not touch his food. He will wait till we ask him to take it. I usually take him for a walk, jog or some time I go cycling and he comes running after me. On most of the Sundays we either goes to a pond or river to swim. Once he was not taking his usual swim with me he sat by the side of the river. While swimming I had pretended as if I was getting drawn. It was not a deliberate act. Just for the sake of fun. Dax jumped into the river and swam towards me .I wanted to know how he is going to help me .he held my right arm with in his mouth and struggled to swim ashore. At first I enjoyed it. But seeing him struggling me to ’save’ I swam on backwards. Later every time I played same mischief Dax never gave it to chance. He will desperately tried to save me.His majestic look saved us lot of trouble from thief and boys. Boys come to steal our rose garden. At times along they take plant with pot. This usually happen when on our ONAM festival time .it is about sixteen dayflower decoration works on the floor. Dax kept them at a safe distance.

After Dax we had SNOOPY. A local dog came and settled down in our apartment compound at Chennai. She was not an intelligent dog but I liked her the way she communicates with me her eyes. Bit stupid, her innocent eyes speak volume…she kept us informed about unwanted people in our premises (her territory).

After Snoopy we had ACHOOO. I do the naming of all my pets. Again a local dog settled down in out apartment compound. He likes to play with my little daughter. They vibe pretty well. Where ever my daughter goes Achoo always accompanied her. They like to play at near by playground. We together give him bath once in a week or so. Till he felt smelly. Achoo played a part of my comedy life .to be frank my life is full of comedies of error. Though it was not always my fault.

One day a man came in lord Krishna’s costume to our house. He had his face painted in blue color with a crown on his head. He started singing in Telugu.  “Jaya govindam.”… I gave him 50 paisa. Lord Krishna.   “Sir, makeup costs more money”. He asked me for more money. “Did I ask you to wear makeup?”. I then called Achoo. (A local dog I adopted when he was a pup). There was no sign of him. Lord Krishnan peeped into my house expected my wife to give him more money. He then stared singing vigorously. ,”Jaya.govindam…paramanandam””. I Screamed for Achooooo…!   Achoo appeared out of nowhere, found him wagging his tail at the back of me, eagerly waiting for my orders. Achoo looked up me and I winked at Lord Krishna. Lord Krishna took off, achoo set after him; both of them ran around playing ground, which is in front of my house. Achoo ran tugging at his veshty. Sony “Papa man running, running Achoo biting, biting.” She told me in her broken English. Sony could not stop laughing. She latterly went into “Paramanandam”! I saw Lord Krishnan running back to me. I caught hold of Achoo. He looks satisfied with his performance. I give a pat on his back and put him on the chain. Lord Krishnan spread his veshty; I looked at his face through the torn veshty.” Sir, your dog tore my veshty,” he complained to me. I said. “Yeah, You missed your crown too!”. I end up paying Rs.10 but it was worth for my daughter’s laughter, which I missed it for more than two years. We both had fun at the cost of “Lord Krishna” and Achoo. These two local dogs always kept thieves and unwanted people at safe distance. Near by our neighboring flats thief took away bike and valuable house hold articles. These less fortunate dogs kept vigil for us. Round the clock…year after year for meager amount of left over food. They had done their duty by defending their territory. Now they are all livining only in my sweet memories .I missed them very much. Each one of them was unique in their own ways…                                                

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