Thursday, January 19, 2017




“ There is a brief moment when all there is in a man's mind and soul and spirit is reflected through his eyes, his hands, his attitude. This is the moment to record”
Yousuf Karsh.

Yousuf karsh ( 1908-2002) was the Greatest Portrait Photographer world ever saw. A master in capturing Moods , Inner feelings and even something that was brewing up in the mind of his subject.

He was an Armenian who survived the genocide and later took up Canadian Nationality .

There is hardly any world leader or Nobel Laureate whom karsh has not photographed. He happened to be a  friend of Albert camus and accordingly Some of the best Portrait photographs of camus have been done by Karsh .

“Within every man and woman a secret is hidden, and as a photographer it is my task to reveal it if I can.”

(Yousuf Karsh)

( Autar Mota )
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I am adding My Poem " Mera Neerr Kahaan Hai ? " or "Where is my Nest ?" to this photo . This poem is dedicated to people living in Exile world over and  People driven out from their Homes and native lands. My fellow beings in pain and suffering   , I  share your anguish and helplessness  .

( Mera Neerr Kahaan hai ?)

Ghar Aakaash Nahin hotaa hai ,
kab Tak Udnaa ?
Kitnaa Thaknaa ?
Chidiyaa Doonday Daal, Basera ,
Jis ko Thaa Cheelon Ne Geraa
Neerr luttay Jab,
Anday Phootay ,
Apnay Chhootay ,
Bandhan Tootay ,
Parbat Uppar Bhaagi Fur Fur ,
Bechaari chidiyaa tab dar kar .
Su'naa Hai Par Us Gaaon Mein Ab bhi,
Sookha Peid hai,
Sookhi Jheel ,
Joon Deepak ke bin Kandeel ,
Aur Uss peid ki Tahni par to
Ab Baithaa Karti Hai cheel ….

( Autar Mota )

I have also rendered the poem to simple english for friends who do not understand Hindi / urdu ..

( Where is My Nest ?)

The sky can never be a home ,
How long should it Fly?
How much should it tire itself?
The sparrow now looks for a branch ,
A shelter .
A shelter that was usurped by the Eagles ,
And when the nests were ransacked,
Eggs Broken ,
fellow birds separated ,
Relationships torn apart ,
That day ,
In fright ,
The poor sparrow
flew up above the Mountain.
We hear in that village ,
That tree is still dry and lifeless .
Dry has turned the lake too.
Yes , Like a Candle stand going waste
Without the candle over it .
And on top of that tree
An Eagle has built its shelter now .

( Autar Mota )


For this photograph , i remain  grateful and obliged  to Henny Egdom  Van   photographer and   up-loader  on internet ( Google )  . 

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Monday, January 16, 2017





During my recent visit to Doon valley , Something Inside ONGC HQrs impressed me . I feel i need to share it.

A dedicated team , inspired by need to earn carbon Credits for the nation , built something unique and exciting. A Green House Building for its Central office beneath a Small Hill inside ONGC complex. It looks like a small hill with a Glass opening at its top but once you move in, you find a complete state of Art office complex with Green plants .

Spacious Lobby , Sufficient Light , Landscaped green roof , abundant Bamboo Plantation , Rain water Harvesting and onsite sewage Plant . A Warm and Cozy ambiance . 

The Photo-electric Panels / Sheets covering many rows in the car parking area , create sufficient solar Power for the entire Building. Cleanliness , Maintenance , Lush Green ambiance enthuses you. This is ONGC’s "Green Hills" structure .

This four storey structure in shivalik range , designed by Hafeez Contrctor ( Leading Architect of the country ) was unveiled in 2013. It can accommodate more than 600 persons.

This ‘Green Hills’ is a first-rate example of a significant solution to the key issues of well-organized energy usage, appropriate design and aesthetics. It is also a solution towards development of ideal work environs. I am informed that More such structures are to come in ONGC work centers at Delhi, Mumbai, Kolkata and Hyderabad .

With this ‘Green Hills’ structure , ONGC has kept its promise to reduce its Carbon footprints and  reaffirmed  its  pledge towards addressing universal environmental concern.

This idea can be easily and very conveniently implemented in our state.

Will some Top Bureaucrat or HOD take the lead?

( Autar Mota)

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Saturday, January 14, 2017



                                                     ( Dina Nath Naadim 1916-1988 )  

Syed Zeeshan Fazil  ( Retired  Senior officer  Door Darshan ) writes :

 “ It was 1986. Soon after my transfer from jalandhar when I  was asked to make some documentaries on some eminent personalities under the title Great Masters for National telecast. one of the films was on Nadim sahib. After finalising the shooting schedule,  I along with my Co- director Jenab B.A.Butt reached Nadim sahib’s residence  at Jawahar Nagar Srinagar .He was about to start his lunch and his wife was serving  kashmiri Haa’k and Bataa ( vegetable and cooked rice )  in a traditional Thaal ( Plate ). We started shooting the scene. After lunch , we took him around Dal lake,  Stopped near Oberoi Hotel (  Previously Maharaja Hari Singh’s  Palace ) gate where he narrated his poem " che’tii  Vaa’tii ku’nni vizi Vaae’r" in his typical style narrating  some memories of his youth. Then our second stop was at Pari Mahal.He narrated  so many things from his memory though he was  not well. He also  narrated his poem " Mae chhum Aash pagaahe’ ch and Ba gyaaava Na Az " with so many anecdotes.  The Production  of this Documentary was completed and telecast on time. It was received well. We also repeated it after its national telecast . This 45 minutes documentary was preserved in DD Srinagar  archives. Srinagar Doordarshan Kendra Srinagar  production unit ignorantly or intentionally erased the tape along with some more archival documentaries causing a great loss to the viewers and students  / Lovers of Kashmiri literature. We had documentaries  On Mir Gh.Rasool Nazki sahib,  Gh.Muhammad Qaleenbaf, Ale Ahmed Saroor, Begum Akbar Jahan and many more in this series . All Great Masters.  Alas ! All missing. I have made a comprehensive mention of this tragedy in my autobiography Golden Harvest published in 2013 .”

Prof Krishna Misri  ( Former Principal Girls College Srinagar ) Adds :

“ Nadim is undoubtedly one of the greatest poets of post 1947,a watershed landmark in the cultural renaissance of Kashmir. Kashmiri Art, language,literature,poetry ,dramatics and  broadcasting etc.etc flourished as never before. His poetry of this era is full of hope and  rising expectations. Subsequent historical developments impacted Nadim equally. From a forward-looking poet he was a disillusioned and tormented soul. His poetry towards the end is an expression of pain, agony and  alienation.”

Well known Kashmiri Poet Muzaffar Aazim writes :

“ Remembering the time I spent with him and the kind attention he gave me mostly in my personal affairs, I miss him more than many.His special field was nazm and he was 'educated and seasoned'. Truly a human being he did not hide his bias behind his amiability and popularity.”

Dr.Shashi Shekhar Toshkhani ( Noted Scholar , Linguist and Poet )  writes :

“ I wrote in an editorial note in an issue of the Praznath ( a journal edited by me), which carried Arvind Gigoo's translation of some poems of Nadim, "When Nadim made his appearance on the Kashmiri literary scene in the late 1940s, it was like "an explosion of creative energy" never witnessed before. I would like to excerpt some lines from this editorial note. It said: "The innovative dynamism of his writings radically changed the way in which poetic activity was understood in Kashmir. Kashmiri poetry now became a site for meaningful experimentation and innovation aligned to a strategy for communicating the poet's deep and urgent involvement with questions related to human condition and human situation." A public poet like Pablo Neruda, Nadim loved to engage immediately with his audience. His ability to connect with them openly and directly through the sheer flow and force of his rhythmic utterances heightened their emotional involvement and made his poetic recitation more of a power-packed performance ... It was a heady mix of poetry and politics... Nadim's strength lay in his bold sense of innovation and constant experimentation, his "unexpected dynamics of words and rhythms", to borrow the words of K. Sachidanandan. Apart from introducing the blank verse in Kashmiri poetry, he experimented with a number of verse forms, old and new... ... Isn't it strange that Nadim is still identified with the few, undoubtedly powerful but over-simplistic and palpably propagandistic, poems of the 1950s? Yet, though the Nadim era has long ended, the powerful resonance of his poetry has overstepped the boundaries of time and even today continues to sway the minds of those who love Kashmiri poetry. As Krishna Misri Ji has pointed out, Nadim was a bitterly disillusioned man after the progressive movement, of which he undoubtedly was the most powerful voice, lost its thrust and relevance. He was derided by those very contemporaries of his who had earlier developed their poetic careers under his shadow but were now trying to crawl out of it, calling themselves "modern". Nadim knew that the so-called "modernism" they flaunted was fake, and he rejected it, even as he continued to experiment. This is how I found him when I met him a few months before he passed away.”    

Well Known Kashmiri Poet *Prof. Rehman Rahi  (Gyanpeeth Awarded) inform :

“ Dina Nath Naadim was elder to me by 10 or 12 years  . His  poetry appeared like   a gush of fresh water suddenly emerging out  from the heart of a Mountain. New words , New style and a language that was close to every kashmiri or what we say the spoken language.  He made our minds conscious about the great scope and potential  of kashmiri Language  as a tool for  poetic expression .  Many times we  would  feel small before him. He was tall in every aspect. As a young Boy , I would listen to him and say to Myself : “ This is poetry . When can I write like him ?” ”


( Autar Mota )


This material has been extracted from the  comments of  readers  to   my Facebook  post of January 2017    relating to  Shri.  G R Hasrat Gadda 's book On Dina Nath Naadim       .  


  *Pof.Rehman Rahi’s  Interview on Kashmiri Literature Uploaded on Youtube in 2013      

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Wednesday, January 11, 2017



Ghulam Mohammed Dansaalia ( 1929- January 2013)...Pride Of Jammu...The great Folk singer . Forgotten...


I have heard him many times. He sang the best devotional and folk songs ever heard . He sang the best Bhaints ( Devotional songs) in praise of Mata Vaishno Devi. He sang the story of Bawa jito.I have personally heard him singing  beautiful Shiva Bhajans   .

Who does not remember his" Udhampure Di Dakkiyaan" or "Nai Risan Jammu Shehar di" wherein he relates the old grandeur of these twin stations ?

Joined by his sons shamsher Mohammed and Iqrar Mohammed , it was a real treat to listen to this party wherein all singers also played musical instruments .All of them in majestic Dogra turbans.

Late Ghulam Mohammed was born and brought up in Jindrah .He was a Sangeet Natak Academy Awardee who learnt folk singing from his father Chiragdin .He belonged to the Mirasi ( traditional singers ) community .

Adds  T K Jalali  Well known Composer and Musician :

“ He was an accomplished singer who enthralled his audience when ever or where ever he performed. It was a perfect blending of harmony when he performed with his sons adding charm and  musical flavour to his rendering. “

There is a need to promote and revive this folk Art and tradition through his talented sons.

(Autar Mota)

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Friday, January 6, 2017



( Photo Autar Mota )



Unforgetable Nazir Ahmed  ( Srinagar  ...1979...)  ….

 “ .  Ba Maahra  Imaai Maamus Saae’t  Account kholana Baapat . Tse Daep’zeiss  Myaaen Zamaanat  Chae’lli  Na  kenh . Me chhu Basaan me ti Gotchh na Daarith Dyun kunni Khoduss . Khabar Kyaa Cheque   Chhuss Athhus Munz ta  Khataavihey “

“      Sir , I shall come with my maternal Uncle  who has to open a Bank  account. You should  tell him that My Guarantee  will not do.  I have an apprehension that he  may   throw me into some Ditch  . He has some  cheque in his hand and he wants to cash it.”

This is what Nazir Ahmed told me one day as I entered the Bank at 10 A.M .  Nazir  was reluctant to  sign as  Introducer in  his maternal Uncle ‘s New  savings Bank Account . This was conveyed to me in strict confidence .  And I  was required to  say something to his maternal uncle  that was not correct. His maternal uncle or  the prospective new account holder  was expected to come in the afternoon that  very day.

 We would often hear this typical kashmiri idiom  in the loan section of the Bank :

“Daep’zeiss  Myaaen Gauarntee Chae’lli Na kenh “
 “Tell him tactfully that I can not  be a surety or Guarantor .“

  Those days , kashmiri Pandits  and  some Educated Muslims     tried to avoid  signing   Loan   Guarantee Deeds  to secure  credit  facilities  that  their  close / intimate friends or  relations  intended to raise .   They never said  straightaway NO  to  the hapless  relations or close / intimate  friends. To them these proposed Guarantors would say :

“ Maa Hey  Gham.  Ba Dimaai   Gaurantee. Roz Khosh. Pushraav   Khodaayus or Vuchh Kyaa Karrie Maejj Bhagwati .  “
“ Why Do You worry ?   I shall stand surety for the loan. Be happy . Trust  Your Khudaa ( Almighty  ) or  Have faith in Mother Goddess .“

I would invariably ask every  prospective Borrower a simple question at the time of initial appraisal    ;

“ Is your Guarantor educated ? Has he agreed to sign the Guarantee deed ?”

“  You Possibly don’t know us  . He is not from illiterate Lot. He is ready to do anything for me.”  

The person coming for Loan ,  hardly understood what turbulence  this Guarantee issue  had created  in the mind of his Proposed Surety or Guarantor .           Quite often,  educated   Guarantor ( Proposed )  would ask for a Blank Guarantee deed  and then  read   various   clauses   to know what  and where he was  actually signing .  The moment  he reached the last clause , You could read anguish and agony  visible on his face  .  Many  Guarantors would put me a question;

“ What is meant by this  term “Legal heirs” , “successor” or “successors ”,”  Administrators  “ Assigns  “ and” Executors  “written in this deed ?“

“ This means that not Guarantor only , His legal heirs or successors or to whom he assigns his assets or who executes or administers   his will after his death  is also liable to pay after his death in case the loan remains unpaid .”

With a heavy sigh  , the  proposed Guarantor would comment :

“  This means that a Guarantor’s children and Grand Children are also Liable . No Problem sir.  He will  finish  this loan in  two  years  .  He is a hardworking man .  And  Sir  what if some   person makes advance payments  of the loan ? Will the bank accept advance instalments for loan ? “

And then most of  these proposed   Guarantors  would come alone next day and  start making requests for a graceful exit from the  execution of Proposed Guarantee  Deed. Most often these persons would   say :

“ Hey Maahra me kudd ta Amie Tafreeqa Munz .Mey  Tchhein Athh Dolaabus Panaai Zung . Ha’taa Honnie Khyetaa Zung. Ba Chhuuss  Korri Moa’l . Yimun Pallvun Kun ma Gutchh. Me mataa Laag’ta athh Taavnuss. Maahra  Amiss Vaenizi na Ba oussus Yor Aamut Ta me Kyaa Vonn. Dapuss Maahraa Myaan Guarantee Tchaeili Na  .  Vanus Maahraa kenh Ti. Tche Chhukh Paana Zaanun Vo’al .Dapuss Maahra Aeimm Chhu Akiss   Badh- zaatus Godaai Guarantee Ditch’mitch.  Ya  Diya na vaapus ta mey  Vassie jaadaaduss  Kurikk. Ya nai chha’na  marith ti Moklaan  bunk Guarantee.  Me bachaav.  Zun  Gatchuk Hardwaar  Teerthus .  ”

“  Sir , Get me out from this Guarantee Worry  .  I am myself responsible for this mess. I have myself invited this trouble  . I am a poor man . I have Daughters . Don’t go by my dress. Don’t put me to this unhappiness .Please don’t tell the proposed  Borrower that I had come here and what transpired between us . Tell him  something . You know it better how to avoid such issues . Tell him that I have already stood surety for a defaulter and I can not be a Guarantor any more  now.  Who knows this gentleman  may not   repay the Bank loan and my property may be put to Public auction ? This Guarantee is not Over even after the Guarantor’s death.  Save me from this worry . God will send you to Haridwar  Teertha . ”

Illiterate people would come and sign any and every paper to stand  as surety for loans raised by their  intimate friends  / relations .  No Hassles or arguments or double speak.

Here Nazir Ahmed   was not required to sign any Guarantee. He had  simply to  introduce his maternal Uncle. For this simple  introduction issue , he felt nervous  . Nervous for a man who was known to him since his own childhood .He had a reason for that as well . Nazir    knew about some fraud that had occurred in the bank and the Innocent  Introducer of a fake Account  had   been  roughed up and  Interrogated by the Police   to locate  the real culprit.  Some Bank employee had also warned him not to introduce  any and every unknown  prospective customers of the bank  .   May be  this could also   be due to the simple fact of his friendship with educated Employees of the bank  or  he had started treading on the path of literacy / Education .Nazir  also had a strong feeling that his maternal  uncle might have stolen someone’s  crossed cheque or added his name as payee fraudulently  to some cheque already signed by the Drawer .  And on the top of it , he  felt that he had   nothing to do with people who still threw themselves before running vehicles to earn a living. 

 Nazir sold  Rubber and Plastic  shoes and Sandals   on the footpath  just outside our Bank  Branch at Amira Kadal ( near the office of N D Radhakrishan and Co ). He had dissuaded himself from  his maternal uncles  who were engaged in the disreputable  ( as he felt it ) activity of throwing themselves on the road. During winters ,  he sold  ”  BOLA ” Brand shoes   where word “ BOLA ”  was made to appear  as BATA  .
These shoes were supplied by a Punjabi Trader from Amritsar . BOLA  shoe had shining rubber uppers ;  More shining than the usual  “DUCKBACK “ shoe popular in Kashmir valley during winter season. BOLA  had an inner lining of Flannel cloth that made it an ideal winter shoe. But with use , the upper surface  of a BOLA rubber  shoe  would start wearing out.  Cracks would appear on this upper rubber surface  . To protect a “ BOLA “ shoe from this damage  , you had to keep the foot straight and motionless and walk.  In a way you needed to give comfort to the shoe and not the other way round. User’s  Feet discomfort gave longer life to the “BOLA”  shoe.

As a token of our friendship,  Nazir had gifted a “ BOLA “ shoe to me that my mother used  as Snow shoe.  It survived  just one  month .  He  gave a shoe to My friend and Colleague Basharat Fazili  also .  And  when we tried to pay , Nazir said:

“ Ammie kho'taa Kaddizehv Thhaapur “

“ You should have slapped me instead of paying the price of the shoes  “

Nazir would complain  against    the Driver (  who later became  cashier)  of the Branch manager .  This  driver would Pick up a new shoe  every month from Nazir’s stock . In settlement of this ,  he   would  ensure  exchange  of some old or Mutilated  Currency Notes  of Nazir  or help  him  to get a Five or Two Rupee New Notes Packet from the bank .

Nazir had  also revealed to us  that  the plastic   shoe was not for his Bank  friends .   The plastic    turned stiff in winter and gave trouble to every user  . Also ,  In winters , Size 9 shrank to become  almost   size 8  .  In summers , it turned so soft that size  9   shoe would become   almost size 10 to  give perpetual   walking discomfort  .  It kept the wearer busy in putting the feet in  the shoe   at every step . The other alternative was to put some additional cloth  piece filling near the toes. The shoe would undergo  something like a reversible seasonal Metamorphosis . In summers it loosened itself while in winters it shrank  .

 Nazir had the Skill to   Sell Anything and Everything on the Footpath. Prior to  selling shoes , he sold cloth  on footpath that some Punjabi supplier from Amritsar would bring to Kashmir.  He  had a Fixed deposit and a savings Bank account in the Bank . Through his Bank friends , he had also purchased a Life insurance policy . Now he  desired  to build a Pucca house . We  had suggested him to save Money by opening a Recurring Deposit Account .  And he did save money . 

  Nazir’s  customers were mostly villagers   and Gujjars ( who were  addressed as Khan Sahib  by him  ) . Sometimes  locals from the City would also buy his shoes. Bargaining was a  “ Win Win “ situation for Nazir as well as his Customers . Before a customer could divide the quoted price by Two and enter into what he felt  a solid bargain , Nazir had  already Multiplied the cost price by three  and  quoted it to the intending buyer . He would thus  earn minimum of  50%  profit  from every shoe that he sold. That was normal for all Footpath Traders in Lal Chowk.

Not many in the bank knew that Nazir  lived in a Boat somewhere near Tankipora  Habba kadal . Tanki Pora Road  was Notorious area where every innocent Bicycle rider had to pay  for allegedly hitting a hen or cock . This hen or cock  was deliberately thrown   at opportune  time on the road  the moment a Cyclist was seen . It could be an Pandit or a Muslim .  Anybody could be a victim in this area .And sometimes, elderly Pandit victims  were offered a glass of Fresh Curd Lassi by Muslim Shopkeepers as everybody felt that they had been unnecessarily put to rough treatment by Cock and Hen Swindlers operating in the area.
Through Nazir Ahmed  , I came to know   about  a  strange activity  going on the road near our Bank.  He revealed that  Some  persons  threw  themselves on  the road  at opportune time as and when some vehicle passed by . This act was performed very close to the vehicle so as to confuse the driver who applied Instant breaks . Immediately  three four accomplices would appear on the scene and  join him. They would   help the man to get up and then  start an argument with the Driver .  The man would be made to get up and act as if he had suffered a fracture in arm or leg and had survived  narrowly   from a   fatal accident .

To an outsider and  ignorant passerby  , it looked as if some serious accident had taken place.

 “ Hey  Drivera ! Ye   Bichaara    Khaaryothun Boa’th . Tche Chhukhaa Driver ?  Pukh Sa Haspataal  Godaa. Vaen Goss Batchun. Kar Sa Number Note .“

“ O you Driver !   You  had almost  Killed this   poor man . Are you a driver ?  Come let us take him to Hospital. O God , He should survive now  . Note the Number of the vehicle.”

The driver could hardly grasp as to what  actually had  happened and wherefrom the person had suddenly appeared on the road that looked clear and free to him. In the heat of the arguments as also to save himself from further Harassment by Police and onlookers , he would hand over  fifty or even a Hundred rupee note  to the alleged victim and  drive out from the crowd  .

Sardar Baja singh Head Peon  in the Bank  had once  told  me and My friend Basharat Fazili  about some people doing this reprehensible activity in lal Chowk. At that time ,     We thought he was just  making a story for our entertainment .  Baja Singh was  friendly with Nazir and other footpath vendors of the area ,  as, for performing his duty ,   he always  positioned himself near the entrance of the bank close to the shabby quilt that served as curtain for the grill gate in  winter season.This position made him to gossip  with All footpath vendors and also keep his ear close to the bell calls of the Manager. He was friendly to almost all footpath  vendors right from Little Sons petro Pump to Taj Hotel entrance .

And then  one day , something serious happened in Lal chowk  .  We saw  a mammoth crowd agitating  near  present day Clock Tower  . The Footpath Bazaar  vanished all of a Sudden . Vehicles were off the road . Shopkeepers pulled down their  shutters.  The road leading to Budshah Bridge  from  Telegraph exchange was totally deserted . KMDA buses were   off the road and  hurriedly parked inside the  Adda that had been almost sealed from the front entrance.  Fearing   disturbances and  violence  , Most of the employees in the bank rushed to their homes . The main Grill Gate of the Bank  was  closed and locked  by the  armed Sentry .  Main Gate leading to  N D  Radhakrishan Building  adjoining  the bank  was also  locked  by watchman /Chowkidar  . Six employees could not leave early and got   held up  inside  the bank  They were busy with some  urgent Audit  and Balance tallying   work    .  The strong Room/ Currency Chest  had also been locked and secured. I happened to be one among the six.

 The  crowd  was agitating against the Death of Zulfiqar  Ali  Bhutto .  Loud  Noise and  High pitch  slogans   could be heard inside the Bank  . We moved to   the third floor  and kept  looking  from the closed window glass panes. Slogans , emotions , Raised fists and uneasy  atmosphere  made us worried .

   To our surprise , Nazir  suddenly appeared  on the scene . We saw him waiting near the Bank grill gate .  We also  saw  a long stick with  Black cloth overhanging  from the  Top of the Grill gate of the bank  on ground floor. The crowd had to  cross  Budshah Bridge  and pass by Our bank . 

As this restive crowd    moved towards Budshah bridge, some street urchins pelted stones on United Commercial Bank ‘s Sign board Just opposite our Bank.  This  Bank had already pulled down its shutters . Stones were also thrown towards  Budshah Hotel Building . Raising thunderous Slogans against General  Zia Ul  Haq   ,  the agitators   moved ahead after seeing the Black Flag   on our Bank’s grill gate .  And we heaved a sigh of relief .

Next day,  Ali Mohd Barber , who sat on Footpath outside  United Commercial bank ,   told  me :

“ Maahra Raath Ouss Nazirun  Kroohun Jhandaa Thovmut Bunkuss  Darwaazus Saaet . Me Vaentuv Agar Me Kooni Khaatus Zamaanut Aassie Ditchmitch  Yuth  U Ki  Bankuss  Munz , Me ti Karryaa Police Tafteesh . Ba Maahra Lognuss Nazirien Maamun Taawnuss .  Su Maahra ouss me nishi muss kaasaan  ta vaen guvv Gaae'b. Ba gayo'ss Naziruss magar Nazir dapaan me pruchhtaa zamaanat dinaa bronh. Aaiem Chhu bankuss Munz galat  Cheque  Khataavmitch . Ba chhuss sakh Pareshaan .“

  “  Sir , That Black Flag outside your Bank’s gate   was   Nazir’s Brainchild .  Sir tell me  if I have introduced a Depositor’s account in  this U. Co. Bank  , will the police Subject me to Interrogation . I have been put to a great trouble by Nazir’s maternal uncle.He would come to me for his Hair cut but now he is nowhere to be seen.I tried to seek Nazir's help but he told me plainly as to why I did not ask him before signing Bank papers. He has drawn cash  for a some  cheque fraudulently  from  the Bank. I am extremely worried now. ”

( Autar Mota )

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Monday, January 2, 2017




 To this photo , I add a  quatrain ( in kashmiri )  written by me  …

Vudaruetch   Fulayaa Soantu’k     vaava
Thea’kk  Pre’tchh  Pre’tchh  “Hey Aavaa ! Aavaa !”
Kyaa Sa kaetti  Chhiv Kar Feeriv Ghar’a
Huem Sae’nz Paama Yeimsaenz Graava

( Autar Mota )

“ Weary is the spring Breeze ,
Weary are the Blooming Plateaus now ,
How long shall they keep enquiring ,
“ Has he turned Up ? Has he turned up ?”

But then where are you ?
When shall you return home?

In your absence ,
This existence is a  satire  this way ,
A Complaint that way ..”

( Autar Mota )
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