| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=1059"><span class="small">Khurram Khan</span></a> |
They say, “To know yourself is to know God itself.” Man’s main chore is to give birth to himself. Going down the memory lane, to the time when I was a happy go lucky kid of class 8. It was the time when I first discovered my bent towards writing; I realized how much I enjoyed writing whatever comes to my mind. And then, I wondered, how had I survived till now. It made me discover my own self, I felt as if it was like music in my soul, but I never found time to play it. Be it the habit of writing a personal diary every night, I just loved converting my feelings into words. I felt relaxed, it somehow used to assure me that people who don’t know the real me will someday get to know the true me. Even when I am no more here in this world, I would continue living through my words.
|
| Never Under-Estimate The Power of Woman…! |  |  |  |
This Monday, I along with my friend, ‘Farnaz’ boarded a cab from Lal-Chowk to Zakura. We settled ourselves on the backseat of the cab. There was this nice lady (might be in her late 30’s) already sitting there, who welcomed us with a casual yet vibrant smile. |
| Kashmir: A Silent Paradise | | | |
After 5 years when I landed at Srinagar international airport in the afternoon, I was amused to see the Paradise on the earth with a pleasant environment. Good conditions of roads, costly bungalows and relaxed army personals welcome us. The atmosphere was full of peace and festive mood. First ray of sunshine on the silent Jhelum River give me picture of a beautiful state with rich culture, innocent generation and intellectual mindset. Shikara’s on the silent water of the Dal Lake and Lal Chowk’s busy pavement shows a beautiful picture of the silent paradise. Much water have flown down the Jhelum but today’s still water in Jhelum give me a feeling of a peace and love in paradise.
|
| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=1059"><span class="small">khurram khan</span></a> |
 A young college going boy namely, ‘Asrar’ who was missing from couple of days, was found dead in Rainawari vicinity this morning. The news spread like wild fire & the level of fury in people which was already there (because of Shopian incident) amplified to intolerable height. I was in university, at my department, taking lectures from Nasir sir, unaware of what was happening within the campus. Soon, after our class finished, there was this gigantic mob of protesters chanting slogans & approaching our department. Within no time, all of them were in our class room shouting & telling us all to join them. Some of us went eagerly while some remained passive along with me, being quite crowd phobic.
|
| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=266"><span class="small">bilal mir</span></a> |
My father used to say, "By the chink of money you can make a dead person alive" It was the beginning of March, my sister was betrothed and my father was immensely happy as his daughter was being treated with modesty and cheer by her in-laws. Our relatives and friends were there to celebrate the ceremony, in short the atmosphere in our home was blooming with joy. On that very fateful night, my father developed a painful stomach pain. |
| Kashmir Zinda Baad Yaa Kashmir Se Zinda Baag | | | |
This section like all other sections in Kashland is by our users. Here the users talk about their experience while in Kashmir. Some are still in Kashmir and some are settled in different corners of the world, carrying good, bad and at times horrible memories with them. We invite all our users to share their experiences with other Kashland users. Click Here to Share Your Xperience READ ON... Bulltes of Bohri Kadal
Ashqui Days |
My friends call me "True love", yes I have the tendency to fall in true and pure love with almost any girl, any time of a day. But my first and long lasting love was Gulshan (name changed). One day after coming back from Sir (private tuition classes where one gets good chance to meet opposite sex) and walking carelessly with her in small lanes of Habba Kadal in early nineties, a few men pounced on me, before I could understand anything I was taken to the Area Commander of a well know organisation. |
I remember it clearly as if it happened yesterday. I with my childhood friend started running towards where every one else was running. After all it was the first time in my life when my parent’s didn’t stop me from going out in a chilly evening. I found myself in a sea of humans, women on one side and men on other. One man with green flag in his hand was on top of a very tall lamp post in the middle of Bohri Kadal chowk. All shouting hum kya chahte... women clapping men shouting...what a celebration for a 12 year old kid. We started jumping in excitement until few more men with faces covered swooped inside the crowed, everyone started running towards them to just have a glimpse of their covered faces. |
|
|
|
