Music makes Firoj Ahmed cryptic – in both body and soul. His words, usually strong, tricky and profuse, an undercurrent of a torrential mountain stream, become sparse in the times he is leaning back in his chair, hearing one of his many cassettes play – cassettes that are kept in three wooden baskets lying on […]
Category: My Books
LOVE AND THE ART OF BICYCLE RIDING
Did you ever ride a bicycle on a lonely stretch of road – at midnight in the shadow of trees, when the moon is softly bathing the world in its light like a hallowed sage smiling kindly upon a confused disciple? Well, at first you go leisurely, for you can’t see much further. The breeze […]
THE IMPORTANCE OF AN ABUNDANCE MINDSET
Intelligent life on a planet comes of age when it knows what in its environment can harm or kill it, and can take adequate measures for its survival. If not, it needs someone to save it. It’s said a carpenter saved mankind on a Friday afternoon about 2000 years ago. On a Sunday night in […]
THE LOST WORD
‘I was seeking him on orders from ammi, and saw he was searching for something. Searching vehemently, throwing books from his bookcase upon his bed. He was seldom that impatient with books, always treating them tenderly, making a fuss over them. I knew something was wrong then. So I went and asked him what was […]
AN ARGUMENT ABOUT GOD
Six months went by. The seed sprouted into a young and comely Night Queen with a voice that was musical, quite different from the one in which she had first asked the stone with childlike candor, why was he so hard to rest against so that her head was aching from leaning against him for […]