The Village of Kheruddin

Very well written - its been a while reading such good stuff at chowk

Syed:

hum kuch kuch samjhaiN haiN aur kuch kuch samajh nahiN aaya...do i qualify for salutations and dedications?;)

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``And then the day will pass, Kheruddin will find itself and its inhabitants will regain their hushed existence. All the damage will be repaired patiently and without a word of complain. All the dead will be carried in processions and taken to the graveyard and everyone will smile.``

Cirlce of life?

I doubt the land of Kheruddin can be kept fertile without the ashes/blood of those who, by refusing to live the unexamined life, will inevitbaly pay with theirs.

yae jo bhi tha, it was well written

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So much good stuff on CHOWK recently. and this is one of them.

Just not enough time on my hands.....


Ras

This is very good indeed... loved the transition from peace to turbulence, but didn`t quite get the meaning!

This is primarily an epitaph about our world, viewed by our eyes, shaped by our perceptions, held together by our passions, decadent by our ignorance, burning in our hate and going on by our collective humanism.

Full Circle indeed......

interesting i must say...

this story sounds like an antonym of real life. a lop-sided manifestation of the world.

salute to you syed ali!

Well it is an amazing article, with even more sarcastic than the Animal Farm of George Orwell. The difference is that you do not mention a Utopian Society or an Ancardia, but a society that we live in.

Some could lay blame on modernity for such a state, but there is a Kheruddin in all of us. We are all numb,insensitive and oblivious to the world around us, lost in the world that we wish to see for ouselves. So many try to build those jungles of concrete like the tombs of the pharos.

Captivating satire and Bravo to you Syed Ali. Suggestbyou develope this paper into a book.

The latest one is the Creek City.

...... the author did say `` I am not a writer or a poet`` .............. but i think he should immediately stop trying to ``put paper to pen`` and stop attempting to ``construct the voices from within``......... pick another hobby - knitting, crochet, jihad .......... anything

Thank you Ijaz, I believe the calls from within can take strange forms once spread into words. Your analysis sums the whole thing, all of us do have kheruddin within us. We live and hide in it, it numbs us and turns us into who we thought we would never become. Indeed the realisation only happens once we become kheruddin and kheruddin become us.

Your remarks are much appreciated and I am humbled by your closing suggestions. It remains to be seen where this strangeness will lead too....


#11 hamidm

Thank you for your critique, I never aspired to be anything more than common ( A great word if you think about our human condition ) My initial mistake when starting up with chowk of using the wrong phrase of ``Paper to pen`` instead of ``pen of paper`` could have been picked up by yourself and used as an example of my inability. You are too kind :)

#10 rozaiba

Very true indeed, but Manifestations are highly underated as the human experiance shows that lop sided ones can be specially true.

I thank you all for sharing this with me, as this is a product of a lot of anger and solitude from within.

A Very Humbled

Syed Ali

wajahat,

.........sorry, now i feel bad about being so critical ..........i am just feeling a little ornery today ............carry on writing, if that`s what you must do ........ it is a free world

Syed Ali,

This is a neat story with well put together pieces from here and there.
Beautiful imagination! A sweet blend of of idealism with reality!

Somehow, I am not clear on the significance of the last day of the last week of the last month of the year :(

Are you implying that the village and its villagers epitomize peace and harmony all year around, but only on one day they get into the devilish mode and create havoc in the very fabric of peace and harmony ? In a way, are you stating that is how you would like the world to be run ? And are you desiring to know ahead of time what`s coming when ? In other words, having the foresight ????

I may be way off in my understanding of your drift and may not deserve to have this piece dedicated to me, therefore I will request you to please clarify.

Please....

ZahraJ

Thank you for your views, and you will have to read two posts in regards to the answer you are looking for #12 and #10. From my perspective I cannot postulate, which kheruddin you discover, when you find yourself there. Your absolution of the story is correct, yet the kheruddin you might have found could be starkly different to the one that enveloped me. The point that we eventually become kheruddin and kheruddin become us. This story Zahra is about the human condition, and the Circle of Life. About the nature of peace and fear, and about man`s containment of his passions. Its also about the drowsy walk to the end and a collective ignorance of any given place, race, city, country or region. The last day signifies the end, and how each of us is a catalyst towards it, I think rozaiba #10 described it articulately , a lop sided manifestation of the world. But it is our world, it is kheruddin all around us, and we are so badly entwined with it. This story covers a lot of different things that might be wrong with us, or atleast percieved wrong by the author, and sarcasm is used to narrate a place , a utopia with a terrible end. The last day signifies that end. Like Dante`s Inferno

Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter

As inferred Kheruddin is an inferno of its own kind. The people resigned to its fate and numbed by the fact of the coming day, and thus the abandonement of hope. Think about our condition Zahra and how everyday multitude of young men and women are abandoning hope for one reason or other. Moving towards kheruddin, resigning their fate to the hands of time. A man who blows himself to death has finally reached the last day of his kheruddin. A person joining in the diatribe of the fundamentalists, Muslim or Christian, joins the eternity of ignorance. Think also how the bourgeosie remain forcingly ignorant about whats happening right in our backyard, and how we stop trying to engage what we ought to engage. In short Kheruddin is place without hope and as Dante says

Abandon every hope, ye who enter.

Reality rather than what we want our world to be.

I hope I havent further complicated things.

Syed Ali