Monday, April 16, 2007

Non-Violence and Peace-building in Islam

The Concept of Non-violence in Islam

The theory this paper seeks to advance is that peace and non-violence form an integral part of Islam especially in the area of conflict situations. It addresses these issues through the verses of the Qur'an and the Sunnah, which embrace the struggle of the oppressed and goes on to illustrate that Islam engages in non-violent, peaceful, effective ways of precluding conflict.
The efforts and instruction of the Qur'an to resist provocation and aggression in a society engulfed in conflict, to speak of patience (sabr) or gentleness (rifq), to actively reject violence (unf) and disruption of the social system causing losses in life and property (fasad), to protect the sacredness of human dignity and engage peacefully in resisting oppression (zulm) through plausible means, to engage in peace making, confidence building, avoiding confrontation or conflict reflected in the Qufan and the life of Prophet Muhammad. It is important to understand that non-violence in Islam does not spell surrender or passivity but the active rejection of violence; it entails peaceful engagement in overcoming injustice, social ills or conflict without causing injury, in other words without violence or war.
A complex intricate set of factors has given rise to the discourse on violence or the use of force in Islam. Two of these need special mention. One is the religious legitimisation of political
hegemony soon after the passing away of the Prophet Muhammad and second the misconceived notion (giving subsequent rise to animated political controversy) of the word Jihad as signifying the elimination of non Muslims and their civilization. This paper will deal only with the second issue.
The issue of Jihad has often been ambiguous and has been interpreted by westerners as an
atavistic rage or a "holy war" or a general military offensive assault against non-believers as a means for legitimising religious domination. It has also been defined as "an effective basis for aggression against those who did not share this solidarity with the community of believers" (Sachedena 2001, 29) In the same vein the notion was extended to justify imperial goals.
At the outset, let me submit that the Qur’an does not support such a dramatic military interpretation of Jihad. On the contrary the Qur'an states: "And O, Muhammad strive (Jahadu) hard with the' Qur’an, the great striving" (25:52). In connection with this verse, Maulana Wahiduddin states: "The Qur’an is a book not a gun or a sword". " Striving" with the Qur’an means engaging in a peaceful, spiritual, moral, struggle to overcome one's individual instincts and engaging in a peaceful dialogue, discussion and discourse in relation to the transformation of mind and spirit.
The. word Jihad is a core concept in the Qur’an derived from the root word "Jahada" translating "to strive"; "make an effort"; "to struggle". The highest form of Jihad or Jihad AI Akbar means overcoming one's shortcomings and weakness. It is an ongoing struggle towards self-improvement. Muslims are asked to make an attempt on all fronts, social, economic, intellectual, ethical and spiritual. Jihad al Asghar is a struggle against social ills and injustice. This is known as a lesser form of Jihad. Sometimes when military action may be a regrettable necessity, it extends to selfdefence against armed aggression but strictly only for the purpose of self-defence.
Scholars have defined Jihad as an ongoing effort as part of an obligation a Muslim person is required to do, such as prayers (salat) to fasting in Ramadan (Siyam), wealth sharing (Zakat), gathering at the Pilgrimage (Hajj) and standing up for justice, testifying to the truth, working towards education and defending human dignity none of which are violent acts. Jihad is not an assault to overcome those who think differently from us.
Maulvi Chirag Ali (1844-1895) rendered the word Jihad as struggle or 'strenuous'. It is originally 'mujjahid' which in classical Arabic and throughout the Qur’an means to do one's utmost, to make efforts. It is to strive, to exert, to employ oneself diligently, studiously, sedulously, earnestly, zealously. It does not mean fighting or warfare; it was subsequently applied to religious wars but never used in the Qur’an in such a sense.
Maulvi Chirag Ali also defended Islam against the accusations of Western scholars' misinterpretation of the term to mean the use of violence for settlement of disputes. "Firstly, all reference to fighting in the Qur’an is dealing only in self defence but none of them relates to make war offensively. Secondly, it should be noted that they are transitory in their nature and should not be considered in functions for future observance or religious perceptions for coming generations. A learned legist of Mecca who flourished at the end of the first century of the Hijrah [The Prophet's immigration to Medina] held that Jihad was only binding on the Companions of the Prophet but was not binding on anyone after them. They were only temporary measures to meet the emergency of time aggressive circumstances". It has been pointed out that of 6666 verses in the Qur’an only 40 or 0.6% relate directly or indirectly to war. Further, the 23 years in which the Qur’an had been revealed it is found that 20 years of revelations deal with spiritual and ethical values, whereas the verses relating to war were revealed in the three years when the community was, faced with religious persecution. On the basis of the dictum "converting them by force is not acceptable" and "any jihad that leads to a meaningless destruction of human life and ignores concerns for peace with justice, is non-Qur’anic Jihad" (Sachedina 2000, 21). Further, he adds that Islam forbids any form of military combat for expansion, prestige or aggression.
To the defensive, deeper meaning of Jihad, John Esposito states that "A combination of ignorance and stereotyping, ... as well as religious-cultural chauvinism, too often blind even the best intention when dealing with the Arab or M usli m world". Esposito 1992 p. 170) Several respected resarchers on the theory of Jihad are clear that it is meant for defence of a state and agree that Islam forbids aggressive wars. The Prophet Mohammad, despite suffering severe disabilities, did not resort to violence. When forced to take up arms for the survival of the state and oppressed, strict rules regarding the safety of women, children, older men, animals, flora and fauna were imposed. No act of aggression was held permissible. "And fight in the way of God those who attack you, but transgress not, God loves not the aggressor" (2:190).
Again the Qur’an speaks of being just, fair and goad to those who are not persecutors, even though they think differently from you: The Qur’an states that one must be "righteous and just towards those who do not fight you because of religion and do not expel you from your home. Indeed God loves those who act justly." (60.8).
Again, if Muslims are aggressors, the Qur’an states: "And if two among the believers should fight, then make settlement between the two. But if one of them oppresses the other then fight against the one that oppresses..." (49:9)
Distinguished scholars are of the opinion that the precepts of the Qur’an state that even the defensive waging of war is the prerogative of an established government alone and does not fall within the province of grounds, organizations, or institutions. If nongovernmental organizations wish to offer change or reform they may launch any peaceful movement. to meet their need. Using violence is not a means to an end and is in no way permissible in Islam.
Even in conflict situations caution was advised. If for strategic purposes of security, tensions escalated, armed conflict should be avoided and a chance be given to peace.
It is permitted to fight a war in self-defence, but it is bound by the condition of prior declaration. Guerrilla or proxy wars have no sanction in Islam. Peace is always the rule of law, not the exception.
Occurrence of conflicts is at times inevitable. On such occasions Islam advises control of its escalation, not violent confrontation'. The policy of the Qur'an is conflict resolution as a principle, for the Qur'an says: "reconciliation is best" (4:128). The principle Islam lays down declares: "you should not desire confrontation with the enemy; you should ask God for Peace" (Bukhari). In this connection the verse of the Qur'an states: "Whenever they kindle the flame of war, God will put it out"
It is the task of Muslims, even when others ignite the flame of war, to adopt the strategy of peaceful, non-violent negotiation which should cool the fires. Self-interest can be safeguarded without violence. The Prophet's example of negotiating peace with the various tribes in Arabia is a case in point No nation is permanently hostile. European history bears witness to this fact.
The Qur'an differentiates between an enemy and an aggressor. If hostilities escalate, and an armed conflict cannot under any circumstances be avoided and offensive military action is taken, a war can be fought as a matter of security. However, in so far as engaging in war against an enemy is concerned, military action can under no circumstances be invoked on the grounds of enmity. For the Qur'an states "Good and evil are not alike. Requite evil with what is best Then truly he between whom and you there was enmity, will become your dearest friend."(41:34). The idea is to eliminate enmity and not the enemy. It is also suggested that potential for deep underlying friendship can evolve through communication with the so-called enemy.
An example of the avoidance of armed confrontations is visible in Mecca, when due to the unreasonable demands made by the Meccans, a pitched battle between the Prophet and the opponent seemed imminent The Prophet diffused the situation by signing the Hudaibiya treaty by unilaterally accepting all the enemy's conditions. Hence there was peace. This policy of conciliation proved productive as the atmosphere was more relaxed for discussion and is described in the Qur'an as a "manifest victory" (48: 29)
As Patout J. Burns states: "There is no theological reason that Islamic society could not take a lead in developing non-violence today and there is every reason that some of them should.
In promoting the paradigm of non-violence in Islam scholars use the following line of argument:
1) Since the historical context of Qur'anic revelation, (dealing with war) no longer is the same, resolution of differences has to be sought through other non-violent ways suggested and recommended by the Qur'an. For example there are universal solutions the Qur'an offers such as "and reconciliation is best..." Qur'an 2 :128).
2) Minoritism, global interdependencies, new global realities, including advanced weaponry systems, oblige the world population including Muslims to abandon violence.
3) The use of violence presently cannot be ruled within the strict rules prescribed by the Qur'an and traditions.
The new hermeneutic discourse based on pluralism, non-violence and peace, is much needed for building relations. Sachedina calls for the" rediscovery of Islamic common moral concern for peace and justice" (2000,6). A call for a new theological approach and narrative is based on pluralism and not exclusivity as well as on the consideration of history and the interaction of normative tradition as well as source with the socio-political reality of Muslims. A similar paradigm shift is perceived in international relations where Muslims states are sharing the same equal membership with non-Muslims States in global settings. These circumstances require different theological and hermeneutical approaches.
A word of caution: The Muslim community cannot stand by as observers to the emerging sea of changes affecting the most critical issues facing the global community and influencing economic academic and political practices. Muslim responses can make a significant contribution to the challenging paradigm to move conflict resolution towards a global heritage, shaping and implementing peace-building strategies.
There is a daunting task ahead of us. But there is hope and hope lies in prevention. Intractable conflicts usually have a long history of escalation prior to reaching crises and entrenchment. Ways of intervention must be found earlier. Being pro-active would help monitor emerging disputes. Our greatest hope in resolving intractable conflicts is to avert them and to achieve such goals Muslims must explore and explain the message of conflict resolution in the Qur'an and put it effectively into practice. This task must be taken seriously and conscientiously.
Muslim arguments do not have to degenerate into aggressive polemics. To vent anger against innocent people or to seek revenge through acts of violence is in complete contradiction to Islam's call for peace and must be unequivocally condemned. There has to be a civilized way to deal with disagreements.
Among the intelligentsia there is a serious need to review the Islamic educational process in the current environment. Madrassa education systems should include the largest range of subjects including science and technology to equip students to deal in a wider world. Women must be given opportunities and treated at par with their male counterparts. And finally Muslim intelligentsia must engage in releasing fresh energy to occupy a vantage point in the public domain. Stagnation in Muslim scholarship has led to intellectual sterility. Hence creating a new line of scholars is an imperative; a line of scholars that can invigorate a movement ot non-violence and truth, for peace and justice.
Rhetoric is a powerful weapon in any conflict situation. Belligerent terminology such as "Islamic terrorism" and now "Islamic fascism" coined by politicians and popularised by medic show nothing but contempt for Islam as c religion. Quoting texts randomly and out of context is not merely inaccurate but counterproductive.
All religions have a share in texts that address aggression. While the Bible enshrines many teachings on peace it also includes the saying that "Do you suppose that I. have come to bring peace to the earth? I did not come to bring peace but the sword" (Mathew 10: 34-36)
Again in the Torah, the most sacred part of the Jewish Bible, the people of Israel are repeatedly urged to drive their enemies from the promised land, to destroy their sacred symbols, and to make no treaty with them. Similarly when the Bhagwat Gita holds at length on passages on wisdom and ethics, it also contains passages from Shri Krishna where he asks Arjun to go ahead and fight for the right cause. It is, however, obvious that such expressions are the exception and not the rule. Nearly everyone who understands religious scriptures realises that such passages are not representative of religion and realise that to use them out of context is illegitimate.
"We rarely, if ever, called the Irish Republican Army bombings "Catholic terrorism" because we knew that this was not essentially a religious campaign. Indeed, like the Irish Republican Army movement, many fundamentalist movements worldwide are simply new forms of nationalism in a highly unorthodox religious guise. This is obviously the case with Zionist fundamentalism and the fervently patriotic Christian Right in the U.S."
This quote is taken from an article by Karen Armstrong, 'Blame Politics Not Islam' in The Hindu, India, Tuesday, July 12, 2005.
Unfortunately today the image of Islam is transfixed as one of predation and aggression. The belligerent propagation of religious views depicting Islam as a violent religion is inaccurate. We need a phrase that is more exact than" Islamic terrorism" These acts may be committed by people who call themselves Muslims but who violate all the essential principles of Islam. Such people have to be brought to court and punished. Marginalisation of people by design or default in order to gain political mileage, leads to alienation of Muslims in terms of opportunities and tragically in terms of quality of life.
Like all great religions, the main thrust. of Islam is towards kindliness and compassion. There are too many unexamined assumptions about Islam, which tend to regard it as an amorphous, monolithic entity. Few know or acknowledge that militant action is an assault on faith even though it is the product of social, economic and political factors. It can be categorically stated that violence can in no way seek justification through the religion of Islam.

Friday, April 06, 2007


The early morning rays that fell on my face spoilt the lovely dream that I was having. I got up and braced myself for the day ahead. For others Sunday may have the Sabbath; but that was definitely not the case with me. I had grown into the habit of utilizing my Sundays to do my cleaning.

I glanced at my watch and checked the date. There were bills to be paid. Staying alone was not as easy as I imagined it would be. I was freshly out of college, and the job I had landed wasn’t exactly turning out to be a boon. How I missed my mom. She had single-handedly raised me. Then there was that ill-fated day when I lost her, lost her for good. Two years had passed since then, but I made it a point to arrange the things just the way she had liked to when she was around.

Cleaning up the house helped me de-stress myself. It was something I inherited from my mother. I went to clean her room first; it was a ritual I found hard to change. I decided to look through the trunk that was lying underneath her bed. I hadn’t touched her trunk ever before. I never knew what untold secrets lay in there. I was scared of finding something forbidden. It was almost like prying into her privacy.

I opened the trunk and wasn’t surprised at all. Inside it were a myriad of items - diaries, letters, and photographs. But there was one thing that immediately caught my attention. It was a dream catcher. It was one of her most prized possessions. She had hung it at the door to her room for years; ever since her childhood; and then one day it had gone missing. I had found it here, lying in the trunk, after so many years.

I wiped off the dust from it and held it for awhile. Was the tribal legend behind it true? Did they really catch dreams? I chuckled at the thought.

The day went by as usual. I was drained out by the end of the day. I came home after a wonderful dinner out with friends and came and lay down on the bed. I didn’t feel like changing. Suddenly my eyes fell on the dream catcher. It was beautiful in its eerie way. It was round, golden and black; with black feathers at the end of the tassels that were attached to it. I held it as if it was sacred.

I noticed some dirt still stuck on it. So I reached out and grabbed a tissue and started rubbing it off. Almost suddenly, I felt dizzy; like I was being sucked into a vacuum.

I closed my eyes and lay down. My head felt heavy. I let myself drift off to sleep.

I was in a room, sitting at the table, which was the lone piece of furniture there. It was dark, the only light being provided by single candle. I didn’t seem perturbed by the darkness. I was comfortable in there. The scene around me started changing.

I was at the local toy shop; along with my father. I was asking him to buy me a doll.

I was with mom at my school PTA. Mom was beaming as my teacher congratulated her for having the brightest student of the first grade as her daughter.

I was at the store with my friends from school. We were shopping for my first ever gown. Tonight was the prom nite.

I was at the church, dressed in white. I looked at the man who stood at the other end of the aisle. He looked splendid in his black tuxedo. But then again, Clint Eastwood always looked good.

I was taking my mom out shopping today. I had my first salary with me.

I was holding my baby in my hands. How pretty she looked!!! The lovely hazel eyes were just like mine. My husband held me by my shoulder and we both looked at each other and smiled.

Suddenly, the room turned dark again. The figure at the table looked up. It was my mother.

She looked right at me. She looked old and tired. She motioned for me to sit down next to her. It seemed like an invisible person went on to tell me the story of her life while she looked at me longingly.

Her parents had died when she was around two years old. She then went on to stay with her uncle, who didn’t have too much to give her. She hated studying and always managed to scrape through the exams. She never had her own gown on prom nite and had to rent out a cheap one which was pried off her after she was drugged by her good-for-nothing boyfriend. He left her pregnant that night. The baby was beautiful, but there had been no husband; definitely no Clint Eastwood. She had been alone until her daughter came along.

I got up, sweating profusely. Maybe I had had too much to drink. I was seeing things now. Was it a dream? Or was it for real?

I guess I would never know. Just then, the dream catcher caught my eye again. Could it really be true? All the dreams my mother had; captured by this dream catcher, conveyed to me now, after all these years? I didn’t know what to do. Maybe, there was a reason to support the sudden disappearance of the dream catcher from my mom’s room. Maybe, it was time I did the same thing – made it disappear.

Trinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!The alarm had broken her sleep. Teresa got up and felt a little dizzy. Who were the women she had dreamt about last night. She was sure she had never met the mother and daughter duo. But why was she having dreams about them? She dismissed the thought from her head. As she was sitting up in bed, her eyes fell upon the lovely item that her dad had brought her. It was black and golden, round, had black feathers. A dream catcher, that’s what it was called. Her dad had picked it up on his trip to a tribal village; where a native tribal had told him the legend behind dream catchers. They were said to let out the bad dreams and retain the good ones. Maybe, just maybe, this dream catcher may have belonged to somebody else before her dad picked it up.

Just then her dad walked into the room and hugged his fifteen year old daughter. He was about to leave the room when she spoke.
“Dad; does this dream catcher really catch dreams?”
“No sweetie”, he replied, “It’s just a name”.

Friday, March 30, 2007



“Grr…How I hate these annoying things…” said Rachel.
She put a pillow on her head and tried to go back to sleep.

But this time it wasn’t the alarm that was going off. It was her phone. The machine could take this call. She hadn’t been sleeping well at night, owing to all the late night calls.

“Hello…Yes…This is Rachel Ferns apartment, and I am definitely sleeping right now. So please leave a message after the beep.”

“Rachel, this is Gupta aunty here. I know you are awake. You better be. Pick up the phone quick!!!”

She hit her leg against the side of the bed as she got up to receive the call that had robbed her of her beauty sleep. She had to take this call.

“Ahha…Yes!! I’ll be there by 10 a.m.”
“Yes! I am totally aware that today is the 26th and that tomorrow is the only day left before this batch of shoes goes out”.
“Ok. Goodbye, Mrs. Gupta. Have a nice day…”

She turned her back to return to her warm bed. That’s when it struck her, “Today is the 26th of April!!!!!! You have got to be kidding me!!!”

The flurry of activity that continued was expected of someone who had just realized that her boyfriend was returning after a year, an entire year. She had never seen him, but she loved him and he loved her too. His name was Peter, Peter Wolf. He was part Indian and part German. They met online. He was in the US of A, he had a job there. After an entire year of only chatting with each other online and occasionally on the phone, they had decided to meet. There may have been miles and miles between them, but the truth was, he was always just a phone call away. Or that’s how they had come to see it. It made them feel a little better about the distance. After all, it was the phone calls that had helped them survive the one whole year. Finally, things were going to change.

Today was that blessed day when he was to arrive in Mumbai. He had promised to call as soon as he got here. Not like he had promised anything else, but her womanly intuition said that he was going to propose to her, and that was the main reason that he was coming down.

“Oh ho!!!” she exclaimed. As usual, she had forgotten and hadn’t asked for a day off. She couldn’t afford to call in sick, since she had just assured aunty that she would be coming in today. There was a deadline to be met. A half day was the only option she had. She had to get to the studio as soon as her feet could carry her.

Rachel worked at the Dancer’s guild studio. She was an instructor there. She taught Salsa to the Beginners and the Improvers. She absolutely loved her job.

Peter had mentioned that he was a good dancer himself. He didn’t smoke or drink. He loved reading books. His favourite novel was “Wuthering Heights”. Rachel was in total awe of this one fact. She had attempted reading the novel, but found it too slow to ever complete it.

She couldn’t wait to see him. However, one thing that bothered her was that he hadn’t called her for the last two days.
“Maybe he wants to build up the suspense until we meet”.

Her studio was situated at Marine Drive and it took her a whole good hour to get there from her place and she was going to be late as usual.

“Good morn, auntyji”.

“Mar gayi aunty!! Kitthe thi!! Ae ladki toh meri jaan leke hi chhodegi”, replied Mrs. Gupta. She and her son ran the studio. Actually, her son was the dancer. She handled the office work. She was a lot crankier in the past few days, owing to all the extra work that their new venture had brought along with it. They were now selling Dancing shoes and were planning on setting up a place alongside the studio. Their first order was to be sent to a prominent dance studio in the suburbs. Rachel was to help aunty with this order.

“Ab chhodo bhi, maa!!! You come on in. And why are you late today, miss???” said Viks.

“I overslept, yaar”.

“Tell me something new, girl” said Viks, “Haven’t you been doing the same thing for the last seven years.

“Gosh!! Has it really been seven years?? We are getting really old, aren’t we?”

This was the one chance that Mrs. Gupta was waiting for. She immediately screamed from the room inside, “Like I say. He is not getting any younger. Ask him to find a girl for himself. He is twenty nine now. If you hadn’t been in love with that Peter boy, I would have asked you to marry my son”.

Rachel couldn’t help, but laugh at the thought. How could she marry Viks? He was her best friend. Anyways, it was all ok, since Peter was the one for her. Though, she knew that Viks disapproved of him. He always used to ask her ‘How can you love someone you haven’t met!! It’s infatuation. Give it up!!’

Viks had never had a girlfriend. Not once. Not like he was bad looking or anything. He was rich, filthy rich actually. But the truth was, he was still very single.

Their summer vacation special morning batch was due to start in 15 minutes. Rachel went and changed into her dancing attire – the feminine top, the skirt, the heels, et al.

The class began. But Rachel wasn’t able to concentrate. There were a number of questions floating in her head - How did he smell? How would he sound in person, any different from what he sounded on the phone? Would he hold her hand? Would he hug her? For how long would he hug her? Where would they go after that?

Everyone was laughing. Rachel looked to see what had happened. She had stamped the foot of the student she was dancing with.
“Am so sorry!!” she said. But he didn’t seem to mind. She was the prettiest instructor he had ever seen. Why would he mind?

Vikram noticed how distracted she seemed. He decided to wrap up class soon.

“Why do you have that stupid look on your face?” Viks asked.
“Viks today is the 26th”.
“Don’t you remember?”
“What? What was I supposed to remember?”

She let out a sigh. No one else cared. Not like she had a family. This guy and his family were the only family she had. And now she had Peter. The only person who could make her feel complete.

She looked at the mirror in front of her and she saw Viks trying to conceal something.

“What’s that?” she said. “What are you trying to hide from me?”

She pulled out the package that he had tried so hard to hide.
“What’s in it?”
“Why don’t you check it out yourself?”

She peered into the bag and pulled out its contents. It was a beautiful red dress and matching shoes.

“It’s lovely”, she said as she hugged him.
“Did you really think that I could forget that he is coming today? It’s the most important day of your life. I knew you wouldn’t have time to shop, so I picked this up for you”.

Rachel smiled. “Can I ask you just one question? How do you understand women’s clothing more than me?”

All he did was shrug his shoulders and let out a laugh.

“Try it on”.
She picked up the dress, gave him a peck on the cheek as she walked into the cloak room to change. When she walked out, she looked like a vision. She knew it too. You could tell by the way she walked.

As she stood there looking at herself in the mirror, she was unaware bout Viks eyes that were staring right at her. A tear rolled down his eye. He quickly wiped it. He didn’t know how to tell her. There was just one secret that he had kept from this girl. He didn’t want her to go away from him. The truth was that he was a homosexual. He was never attracted towards girls. That was the reason why he hadn’t ever had any girlfriends. But he hadn’t told Rachel. Never ever. But why hadn’t he told her? That was one question even he felt was difficult to answer.

“Come on, you have an appointment to keep” he said as he pulled her out by the arm.

“What appointment? What are u talking about?” she protested.

“Hey!! Ok!! Am not going to kidnap you or anything. I have taken an appointment at Barkha’s”.

Barkha’s was one of the best beauty salons in town. Viks wanted Rachel to look perfect for Peter. He didn’t know whether this guy was for real, but if he was, then he could keep Rachel happy.

“Mom!! We are stepping out for a bit. See ya!!!” he yelled at the top of his voice as he n Rachel stepped out of the studio.

The end result after the stop over at Barkha’s was RAVISHING.
“Oh my god! You look like a goddess.”
“I feel like one too” she gushed.

Rachel couldn’t take it any longer. She had to meet him at the airport. She couldn’t wait for him to call. She knew the flight he was going to take. He had told her when he had called her three days back. She had seen his photographs, so she would be able to recognize him. She asked Viks if he would drive her there. He smiled at her n nodded. He just wanted her to be happy.

His flight was due to arrive at 7:30 p.m. Viks had checked with the guys at the airport, the flight was on time.

Rachel and he craned their necks when the crowds started streaming out. They waited with bated breath. Both of them.

This was like her worst nightmare come true. This couldn’t be happening. He hadn’t come.

“Maybe he missed his flight” Viks said reassuringly. But that didn’t help.
Rachel removed her cell phone and dialed Peter’s number. The machine took the call. Her eyes swelled up with tears.

“This can’t be happening, Viks. I had promised myself that no other man would do this to me”.

She was reminded of one of the days of her life that she had forced out of her memory. Her father, who was working in Moscow, had promised to come and fetch her when he heard of her mother’s death. He was the only one she had. She was just 12. He never came. She spent the next few years in an orphanage.

Viks knew this story. He knew how devastated Rachel was. He didn’t say a word. He just held her hand n forced back the tears that were now welling up in his eyes. They sat there for the next 4 hours.

“Take me home” she said weakly. It was about 11:30 p.m.

They reached her apartment at well past midnight. He didn’t want to leave her alone. But he didn’t even know whether it would be appropriate to stay on. Eventually he left. She needed her time. She always fought alone. He knew she wasn’t going to sleep that night. Neither was he.

He came to check on her, first thing in the morning.

“Good morning” he said. She didn’t reply. She was still in the red dress. Her hair was a mess. Nothing had been touched since last night. Her eyes were all puffed up from crying the whole night.

He pulled out the empty suitcase from underneath her bed and starting putting in her clothes.

“What do you think you are doing?” she asked.
“We are going to Goa for about a month”.
“No! We are not” she screamed.
“Leave me alone, Viks. I can’t take it. I don’t need sympathy. I can handle the pain”
He turned towards her. For the first time, she noticed the tears in his eyes.
“But I can’t handle the pain of seeing you hurting.”
She slumped against him. She cried like a baby. She couldn’t control the tears, and this one time, she didn’t want to.
All the promises that she had made with Peter were broken. Her heart was broken. Broken again.

“You need a break” he said.

She managed a smile back. She knew this was true. She had been working the whole year, trying to save up for her wedding with Peter. Now it was time to let go.

“When do we leave?” she asked him.
“In a couple of hours” he answered.
“Umm…Rachel” he said. She turned to look at him.
“I love you”
She smiled. “I love you too. Thanks sweets”
He knew she would be fine eventually. He hoped she would. He had it all planned. His mom was not going to allow him to remain unmarried all his life. He couldn’t tell her about his sexual orientation. So he was going to tell Rachel the truth. The whole truth. And if she still wanted to be with him, he would ask her to move with him. They could leave Mumbai together. Start anew. He hoped she would agree. He couldn’t do it alone.

“Am ready. Let’s go.”
“Ok” he said, following her.
Just as she locked the door, she heard the telephone ring inside. She felt her heart skip a beat. But then again, did she still have any hope left! If she did, then she was being a fool. She just shook her head n held Viks hand and walked down the stairs.

The machine took the call –
“Hey baby…Pete here. Am sorry I couldn’t contact you. It’s a long story. Will tell you when I get there. Am coming to Mumbai. Will be there soon. Come on. Pick up. Am sorry. I really wanna speak with you.”


Presenting to you JOEL RODRIGUES..To know why his snap is here, read on....
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Sunday, March 18, 2007

A tribute to us

The best of friends can change a frown
Into a smile when you feel down.
The best of friends will understand
Your little trials and lend a hand.
The best of friends will always share
Your secret dreams because they care.
The best of friends, worth more than gold,
Give all the love a heart can hold.
Whoever said that a boy n a girl cannot have a platonic relationship hadn't met Joel Rodrigues n me..This is the story of Joel n me...Our friendship...Our love...
This is a boy i met when i was 17..n he was 19...the first time we met itself,i knew i was in for a treat...though our second meeting didn't happen too soon...but when it happened,it was brilliant...before we knew it we were informed that we were to go to chennai together...(for some work obviously...lets not talk bout wat work..that will b a deviation..just stay wid me on this one)so it was decided Joel,Mary(another lovely person) and lil moi were to go to chennai together..i refer to myself as 'lil' coz i was the youngest of the 3...Mary n I met in time...N boarded the train...15 mins passed..there were just 2 mins left for the train to leave..n joel was nowhere to b seen..we were hyperventilating now...n there he our knight in shining armour...running as fast as he cud...he got in just in time...
Our initial conversations were a lil broken..I guess that was expected,considering the fact that we hardly knew each other...This fellow,however,made me feel so comfortable..felt like i had known him for ages...but there was somethin about his smilin face that spoke bout sadder times soon as i saw a glimpse of this in his eyes,i knew we were goin to b friends..coz common experiences were goin to bind us together...n thats exactly wat hpnd...the next few days were a rollercoaster ride...wid ppl labellin us as a couple...wid lotsa work to b done..wid lotsa new friends...wid loads n loads of quality time...this was one friendship that was gonna last the test of time...the days spent in chennai wid him were just soooo marvellous...will always hold a special place in my heart...(if ur wondering where mary went,then lemme inform u guys that her parents stay in she was stayin wid em...n joel n i stayed at AICUF HOUSE)...our trip to Marina beach was also a tale in itself...joel n i got separated from the rest of em...then it took us a while to get to the rest of em...considerin the fact that marina beach is the longest beach in india,it was no surprise that it took us time to search for em...this gave em even more reason to label us as a "couple very much in love"...but the funniest part is that joel n i were just too great friends to ever fall in love..y on earth wud we wanna jeopardize our friendship to fall in love...n like they say.."In the case of love,its the opposites that attract...but when it comes to friends,u can be mirror images of each other"...If joel n I were mirror images,we wud have to b distorted images of each other...
But at the end of the day,we r meant to b together...friends...forever...
If I were to ever have a friend
He would have to be like you.
The way we understood each other's silences
Stands as proof for our bond.
The love I feel for you
Has never ever faltered
I may have let you down
I may have hurt you bad
But every hurt you endured
Left its scars on me too.
And if there were came a time
When we would lose touch,
In my heart you would always remain,
My own distorted image.