A lot of thinking goes over the WordPress vs. Blogger debate. I have been blogging on Blogger for a little more than a year now. So, now, I think I can check out WordPress, one post at a time. Blogger is infinitely customizable. And there are free widgets and all. WordPress on the other hands offers you a limited number of free widgets.
But that is not important as well. What is more important that I come across some excellent Blogger blogs every now and then and that makes me stay there and stop looking around. But lets try this bit out here!
|“Srinagar : The Fourth Bridge, Hari Parbat, and in the distance Kotwal and Harmuk.”|
Zaina Kadal, The fourth (of seven) bridges of Srinagar.
Photo from, A Woman’s Life for Kashmir – Irene Petrie (1903)
Zaina Kadal was (in)famous for rumours. The Kashmiri saying “Zaen Kadalich khabar”, (literally, the news of Zaina Kadal) means ‘a rumour’.
The Zaina-kadal, or fourth bridge of the city, used to be the place where false rumours were hatched, but now the news makers have moved to the first bridge, the Amiran-kadal. Though the wise knew that Khabar-i-Zaina-kadal was false, the majority are not wise, and much misery is caused to the villagers by the reports which emanate from the city.
Walter E. Lawrence – The Valley of Kashmir (1895)
On Facebook, under masked faces, they found vent to their aspirations. But it wasn’t all that harmful in the beginning. At first they just filled in random pages with their angst. The administrators were college students or somewhat around. And when the summer of our discontent came, the page owners became lethal. They took up cyber-guns, and launched an online-army against the sovereignty of India. With their Facebook updates they not only endangered public property, but also the lives of other vocal online activists. They committed such other crimes as telling people in Srinagar what was happening in Sopore, and telling the people of Bandipore about the protests in Baramulla. They were posting pictures of other peoples actions and that was infuriating. They were telling of the murders happening everywhere. The telling was inciting to violence, you see, in a way committing the murder wasn’t. Of course, all murder isn’t violence, especially if you call it national security and cover it under AFSPA. Then it’s national interest. The hawks on English news channels and the crows on Hindi ones retreat into their lairs and look for some issues other than silly human rights ones, leaving some idle people sitting online and a handful of journalists very hoarse.
In some other parts of Kashmir the wind blew down houses. It uprooted trees, and created a blank. Those who saw the structures being torn down will tell you that’s what winds do. The blow things out of order. Some people will now be mending their walls. Re-constructing their little forts, their seats of assumed power, to keep any future winds out. But that won’t happen. Nothing stops a pack of cards from crumbling, except, of course, Time. Even the powerful take some time to realise their power.
For this day, there is only one regret in my heart. I did not have may camera with me (else, I would have surely clicked one of boba) – so there are no pictures to show you of the beautiful sunshine today. You may have to check back on the last post for similar pictures. But when the sky changed hues, in the evening, I was ready to click these. Ah, the bad (and unapologetic) photographer I am!
The sunshine never lasts beyond dusk, but the clouds are more faithful. They stay, in dark and light. Darkening the light, and lightening the dark. Like a patchwork quilt – each patch brings out the hue adjacent to it. Each emphasising the other. Telling us of its importance – that the good and the bad together complete a cycle. February 29, completed itself with all three shades – white, black and the grey. Nature, too, has its own philosophy. It sings its own song.
Also, take some time, to tell me what you are planning to read – if at all anything.