April 16th, 2009 by airborne
after a long time today i felt that i should be giving company to my lonely blog.its alone for long as my thoughts left me for a while.but today a mail came as a reminder with my lost thoughts and i found its been long that i don’t come to my blog and write about my little world.
but today i wont write about my world rather i would write about the world of some people who never get the chance to talk about their dreams as all their dreams are taken away by the devils who came on the horse back in name of god and killing gods best creations.
I’m talking about darfur….a war torn region in western sudan where the devil took over power 30 years back and ruling the largest Muslim African country in the most brutal way.the he created his messengers to carry the cruelty on a horseback.the name of the messenger group is Janzabid who along with the Sudanese army is killing innocent people like animals everyday.it is the land where the govt is killing its own people!the Sudanese army and air-force bombs on their village in name of striking the militia groups and then the JanZabids come on the horse back and kill man,women,children’s….that’s how they control the security…that’s how they save their country….but what you would call it? well the modern world calls it Genocide.and to stop this genocide ICC has issued arrest warrant against mr omar al bashir, the president of Sudan.but this time the Arab feelings has come up and all the sheiks and petrodollar maker countries agreed to stand beside the devil to increase his power and keep him going with the genocide!
now its the turn of UN to speak loud against it.so un has planned the largest humanitarian mission in darfur,Sudan which will be a Hybrid mission and largest in the UN history.it will be even larger then the Army of some country.i have got the opportunity to join this mission with the special forces of my country……I’m gonna fly to darfur at the end of this month….its time to face the devil and its time to fight for the humanity.i remember few lines of my favorite poet today…
“some day i will grow old
i will leave that old moon in the ocean of time
and we together will abandon the abundance of this world!”
January 1st, 2009 by airborne
I like dreaming from since i was a kid.Dreams were better entertainment for me since they came into different style and design and shape and models and simply cost nothing to own one.well that can be the best toy for a kid who wont play with the one tomorrow the one he had been playing today!So dreams become my best playing toy in the childhood.I would get one i like ,shape one i want,color it the way i feel and give it to someone i wish to.i guess that made me one of the richest kids in the neighborhood as i was the one who would give away his toys for free!Thats what i did, i shared my dreams with others for years together.Lots of dreams in the largest store house of my own little world.My gifts were liked by many but not praised by all.Cause this realistic world does not like a dream maker who would keep dreaming which may not come true.
I was growing up as my dreams did.and like my body,shape and souls my dreams started changing.the way they say…”great minds discuss about ideas,average minds discuss about events and small minds discuss about people”….my life started changing in the opposite manner.i started discussing my ideas and dreams with my friends and buddies,they were speaking more about it then that of listening what actually it.So sooner i started loosing my interest about discussing my dreams .Then came the time when i started discussing the events hapening around and the possible solution of it.the response were enormous.My friends stated telling me you are not the man to think about it just keep doing your job!So that bring me in the third stage where i now i discuss what most of friends did when i wanted to share my dreams with them!so i really dont get anytime to discuss my dreams anymore.
I felt so bad for my poor little mind who cant affrord any more dreams thse days.Then i found the dream maker who used to dream to make his country one of the superpowers of this world sitting in rameswaram a very remote village of Tamil Nadu ,India.Even that simple boat owner could not think on 15 october 1931 that the dark tiny little boy born few minitues back would give birth of a dream which would carry its nation on the “wings of fire” to some other time!but that little dark dream makers dreams could make it.Cause he is a progressive mentor,inventor and visionary,who could visualise that indian missile tecnologies years before they were tested in 1998.A lover of poet and indian classical music has got a soft heart which designed the missile that can destroys worlds together to safe his people.and that brought him many names like “the people’s president,the missile man ” and the most honourable award “Bharat Ratna“.Being a man from the planet of science he also led this nation for long five years from 2005 to 2007.It can be the best possible time when all the drems of a dream maker has come true.And why we call Ar APJ Abul Kalam a dream maker?may be because of his this words….“DREAM IS NOT WHAT YOU SEE WHEN YOU SLEEP,DREAM IS WHAT NEVER LETS YOU SLEEP!“…. this are the lines that again started pushing me for dreaming about my dreams!
thank you mr president!
October 20th, 2008 by airborne
He stated very simple like many other Jamaikans,in the land of Bob Marley and his buffelo Soldiers .None knew that this little boy will turn into one of the most famous Generals of united states army.Will be the chairman of the joint chiefs of staffs some day.Our this dark boy has studied in Bronx,completed his graduation in geology from NY city college.Their was no military smell in his body untill he joined the ROTC which has turned his path in a different way.He was comissioned as a second lietutenant in the US Army.That journey took him in vietnam twice for the call of duties.Like his long time old friend John Mckain he was also injured in vietnam twice including a helicopter crash.Like Mackain he also reamined close to US administration for quite a long time.He served under presidents like Ronald Regan,Senior Bush,Bill Clinton,Present president Bush in many capacities like chiefs of staffs,national security adviser,secretary of state etc.In the ground of giving service for the nation General Powell and John Mckain has taken commendable role.Still what makes the difference between them?May be different foreign policy,may be different economic plan,may be differnt vision.But over all what makes a distinct difference now is the sense of humanity.General Collin Powells joining Barrack Obama in this Election shows the future change of Humanity in united states of america.
I salute you once again General Powell!
May 16th, 2008 by airborne
Lusan had a very nice figure …the one ususally we call the sportsman type.The reason was their whole family was body builder and member of the family gym.It was one of the most amazing and innovative gym i ever saw….the dumbbells were made of matir hari(clay pot!).Now how do we turn a clay pot into a dumbbell?well its simple ….put all the stones they gathered for fixing the road,put some cement from the landowners stock by giving some biscuit and tea to the care taker and u got ur dumbbell prepared!So many of the gym items were the brainchild of Lusans dad and brothers .And i tell you the whole home was the test and trail group of those items….and at times they would face some bit of reaction of doing those items…..like Russel bhaia….he used one item to increase the hand mussels but after using it for a couple of months he found that his leg mussles has started increasing as the dumbbell was too heavy and everytime he would pull it, the leg mussels would increase!
So when Lusan got me in the gym area he was too happy as i was a kid with a very tiny body….even if u feed me a whole factory of chockolets my weight would not increse for a single kg.Oneday while playing in the gym, i told him that i also want to have a nice figure like him(thats the mistake i did in my life!)….o yeh nice figure?dont worry just leave it on me!…he said with his that Schwarzenegger type tone.
And thats the day my fitness program started.His first lesson was my diet…well he wanted to give me shape like ARNIE(Arnold Schwarzenegger) so i got to follow all the foods a commando would take…foods like raw egg,raw meat,snake,frogs,tree waters(waters stored inside the trunk of a tree…the country version was the banana tree trunk….yuk!)…its a rich menu…..thats what he said…o ya rich! …now where to get the rich items? Eggs were not at all problem…i managed my younger brother to join the fitness program(inturn he would take the duty of stealing eggs from my moms freezer!)…so the raw egg taking program started… trust me the taste was like shit! i surrendered my both the hands and said its not possible for me to enjoy this shit everyday.He didnt give up so soon…the following day he has stolen his moms condensed milk,sugar and horlicks and put all those inside my raw egg…..this time it tasted like holy shit!!
After the raw egg, he started with the raw meat program.This time he made some modification seeing the egg programs difficulties..by now in one movie he saw that if the beef is taken with beers it increese the musseles.so the following day i have stolen some beef from my moms freezer and Lusan risked his life to steal the cough sirap of his dad(cause once his dad said it tastes like beer!….where u will get free beer like this?).So on our roof top me ,my younger brother and Lusan started operation RAW MEAT……the result became news headline in the neighborhood’s as we have lost several pounds of our valuable mussles after suffering from heavy dierriah by taking our raw meat with cough sirap!
May 13th, 2008 by airborne
Lusan was one of my very favourite childhood instructors.The difference between him and my house tutor was that, my home tutor could never teach me the technique of fixing tarabatti at the back of a dog and make it fly! but Lusan did!…..so no doubt he was better instructor about teaching the things then my home tutor!
So i have put all my efforts to grab as much knowledge as possible from instructors thosands of homemade lessons.He had another good quality of teaching.That is his every lesson would be followed by practical class and you can see the result of learning right on the spot.let me tell you about my science class…one day he told me he will teach me how to fix a light bulb (which he has stolen from his brothers favourite racing car!) with the electric line.The theoritical part was done in the roof top.Now its time to learn the practical thing.So we went under Russel bhaias reading table.my duty was to hold the light bulb while he would plug in the other end in the socket….he had the preveliege of doing it as instructor and i had the preveliege of getting the shock as student!…..I was about to experience the tour in haven free of charge but Russel bhaia didnt want me to…..he kicked my ass so hard that i got disconnected from the electric bulb.
My instructor seemed not bothered about the situation…he just said :”it happens sometime and shock is good for heart.dont u see in the movies that they give shock and make a dead man alive?”…….o ya its too good for me cause this shock could make my great grandfather alive and Russel bhaias kick could cure his paralysis!
May 10th, 2008 by airborne
I bet Einstein didnt meet him; if he would have met him he would put his name in The Manhattan Project (the code name of the project to build nuclear wepons during second world war).No doubt he was a great genious…only difference with him and Einstein is Einstein has lost his check of nobel prize and if he would get it he would make it cash and buy a hammer and envils to screw up the tires of his dads car!
He is the childhood hero of mine…we would call him the Arnold Schwarzenegger of our time .He was the smartest kid in the neighbourhood…nobody knew he was made of which material…let me guess i think he was the perfect crossbreed of Arnold Schwarzenegger and Macgyver! That time predator was a hit movie and mackgyver was a hit tv serial.So our hero would put all his effort to use us as his assistent to copy all the operations of mackgyver and arnie and at the end of each of his operations all the kids family would come to battle field for casualty evacuation!
Let me tell u about one of his operations.A rich guy in our area was building a very big house .It looks like a castel.It had all its big big great beams and pillars standing inside huge sands.so our hero made an opration plan of climbing the castel by using rapelling and building climbing technique (he saw it on tv last ni!).ok…now who will climb the rope?….u!….me? ooops! ok…yea ok..only climing the rope…i can make it(thats how i gave some courage to myself…u gotta be courageous with him or else u loose the share of his chocklet bars!).So he improvised a climbing tool…..he fixed a rope with a adla(half brick) ,told me to stand under the pillar when he would through it on the top of the pillar….he threw it and bang! ya the brick has made a safe landing on my head making a 1.5 inch cut at the back!it was bleeding like hell and he just said”dont worry ,put some sugar on the cut and u will be ok.”—–(o ya! i put some sugar,milk ,bags,water and turn my head into a coffe pot!)
so once again my whole family got involed in the building climbing and headtop coffe making operation!and now i really miss my operation commander LUSAN…..my childhood hero!
May 8th, 2008 by airborne
u know all that smart guy by now.i just want to give u his pedegree:
mr joe was borne in bangladesh.though his mom and dad were both foreigner.he was collected from Lusans uncles house who was the grandpa of joes mom and dad.young joe was very happy to get a new family.well it was the taste of staying in a museum for joe.Lusans home was a moving museum.Lusans car which made Joe a smart personality without tail ! ….was a huge volkswagen…they say u can never turn it upside down…well Joe even didnt try that…..he was only sleeping under it……and once he got up he found his tail is gone! well the huge car was going out of the home and poor Joey had his tail right under the rear left wheel!
that the day our Joey turned into a smart dog without a tail! well they had to do a little more surgery to give it his tail a good shape in the pet clinic….joe was happy with it.it was the root of his earlier tail but still he would wag it once he sees a sock of mine( my socks are joes favourite food ..when i am at school he would make some time to taste my socks!)
Joe was good player.he would play with us every day in front of our home.i guess in his earlier life he used to play rugby as he still has got some of those hugging and fighting habit.The school going kids would have real tough time when Joe is playing on the road.The road at that time was like pool Sirat for the kids and Jamuna bridge for the kids parents(cause they gotts think so many things..if Joe bits will he eat the whole family or only the kid?or may be dad might get some consideration as he gotta call the taxi to get to the doctor!)
Every day Joey would make some effort to commit some of the nuisence so that Lusans mom and dad or may be my mom and dad (well they followed Angelina Jolie i guess…beside us they also took Joe in our home! thats another days story!)can spend half of their working hours by solving it.At times it would go beyond the contrlo.Like the day our maid servent declared that she is gonna leave this home as Joe is eating up half of her sandal every day! well what to do joe is not eating the full (i think they taste like hell dude!) sandal.he is eating it half so she cant ask for a new sandal from my mom!Joe had nothing to do…he had his new teeths growing up.So he had to take some training on biting.Bua was the best person to do as she was the person who would disturb Joe most when he is watching tv!
ops! i didnt tell u one thing!Joe was a great Shamajder(fan) of tv programs ….not like the one our mom and sis would see: the hindi boring serials.His favourite channel was national geography as thats the place he can see some of his lovely friends barking!So he would bark back just to let them know he is there beside them…..politics is everywhere dude!
i think i didnt talk about his favourite foods.those were my socks,my younger brothers pecncil,drawing pens,buas sandals and my grandpas plastic shoes(he hates plastic shoes)!
May 7th, 2008 by airborne
o ya! i met him one day! and i tell u , we were not at all friendly that day…..i was…but he wasnt!joe was very smart ,good looking and high sounding and deadly face! i didnt know that i will meet him so soon.well even i didnt know that before meeting him i need an appointment first.i had no plan.only after coming back from the school i found a kite making a crash landing on our rooftop.i got mad to get it …..it was like a GANIMOTER MAL (the resource captured after a crused!) to me …..as there were many knights of our area were ready to give there life for a free kite!i just rushed towards the roof through the stairs….there i made the mistake of my life!…..joe was standing there ….he was really disappointed for a meeting without appointment……..he started barking to the highst of his tone! i got frozen for a minute!i bet if someone would have put some sugar over me i would taste like an icecream!
well thts the day i met JOE……he was the dog of our neighbour LUSAN!
May 6th, 2008 by airborne
It was a colourful day of 1986…..the whole sky turned into a rainbow…red , blue, pink, yellow many colours…. it was like a fair around the sky…. but it was like this only around my home….
It was the independence day 26th march 1986 and the rainbow in the sky was made by the flying fighter aircrafts on the air. My home was around the national parade square. We were watching the fly past of the fighter aircraft from our roof….. Me, my brothers, mom, dad, joe(our dog). Its was cool. But something more exciting happend all on a sudden… I found beautiful flowers are coming out of a huge bird! I was shouting like a political microphone ”mom see so many bigflowers in the sky!” Mom was loughing…all joined her…only my big bro said “idot! Thts no flower over there ! Thats the parachutes! They are carring people like u and me!”
“wow” ! The flowers can carry human beings! Holycow! I can have a ride like them! So what do they call them bro? I asked my bro…..
U all know what he said …”airborne!”
……..thats the day i wanted to be borne once again!
May 6th, 2008 by airborne
“SKY IS MY MOTHER…
SPACE IS MY PLAYGROUND….
THEY CALL US AIRBORNE !”