My Favorite Tea: In Order To Live With Fewer Troubles
02 April 2016
By Dr. Abdul Ruff
A song says exactly what I think these days off and on, occasionally I do
'munch' the first lines of the meaningful song 'I fear people amongst whom I
lived'' and took liberty to extend the lines further. I fear the government
authorities after working for years with them for the state or government. I
fear even Muslims in whose localities I stayed in order to live with fewer
troubles. I fear my relatives whom I thought would support me all along.
The state agencies have made my ''relatives'' my enemies and 'best' friends a
nuisance. One fails to understand how at all enemies emerge and why and when.
I was not conscious of their arrival because I was busy with my work as usual.
Scheming is done by those who have nothing to do.
I was terrorized unfairly in Kerala, the so-called god's own country by some
silly cricket boys who suddenly emerged near my residence and whose 'skills'
probably the government/party agencies used to force me to leave ''their''
locality where I lived part of my postretirement (without getting Indian
pension) life before leaving for another ''Muslim'' locality in order to be
''safe''. Yes they boys have got Muslim names to create trouble for me and
that was the reason why the criminal agency used them. I am helpless as
criminal Muslim boys were more powerful that elders in the locality. Elders
enjoy the mischief of their 'growing' children.
Like Israel, India also does not want columnists to praise the government and
therefore w employs all possible techniques, including Muslim children, my own
so-called relatives to force me stop supporting Islam and Muslims in writings.
Should I oblige them? Don't we need some Muslims to support Islam in this
world of Islamophobia?
Obviously, the enemies of Islam, both non-state and state varieties, employ
Muslim boys and elders to impress me of the need of becoming an anti-Muslim to
work against Islam, but I am a Muslim not because of hypercritic Muslims who
are all around. USA and allies employ Muslim organizations like Al-Qaida and
ISIS to make Islam a terrorist religion without any real concern for religion
or God. I am a Muslim because I am fully convinced about God's commandments
and God's Holy Prophets. Just because some insane Muslim misbehave with me for
money from the ''concerned people, I cannot leave Islam or change my religion.
I am a Muslims because I am an Islamist. I am a Muslim in spite of fellow
In fact, I think I am a better Islamist than, say, the Turkish president
Erdogan who, forgetting about Islamist ideology, supported, for too long, the
anti-Islamic Israeli regime that sucks the Palestinian blood whenever it feels
It is true, many Muslims work for anti-Muslim organizations, anti-Islamic
nations, agencies. Maybe, many of them were ''converted'' into anti-Islam mode
by big powers that hate Islam and want to kill Muslims and reduce Islamic
populations. Those who support the US terror war on Islam to ensure energy
A strong tea would give me some relaxation to me but it won't solve the
Betrayal may not be a sufficient word to describe that. Taking the fate
concept as the reason for ones fallen life does not help me in a sumptuous
But I learned a vital clue to understand my unsecured life: humans are alike,
irrespective of their identities. Those who could be of some help to me are
themselves helpless. I don't cry over my cruel fate, nor I worry too much
about my destiny, if any, that does not make any difference or sense. Frankly,
Muslims are no better than others in guiding or helping the troubled or
affected; they join other is destroying the helpless ones. Faithfuls and
hypocrites make a little difference, if at all.
I forget to keep out of mind my own helplessness by occasionally drinking some
good tea at restaurants, but not each time I am given a good tea.. That is my
misfortune. Though not a billionaire, I do pay full amount for whatever I buy
or consume. .
A fine tea makes me happy, contented, and even elated in spirits. Tea gives
energy to work day or night, to survive from societal problems, troubles,
though may not be in perfect satisfaction.
For a person who does not smoke or drink alcohol I enjoy sipping strong tea
but the tea powder used for making that tea should be fresh and of a superior
quality. Or else, tea won't be that tasty.
Nothing depends on me, including my own happiness. I love simple language to
express my melancholy even while searching very complicated syntax, without
As I was sipping the favorite ''salt tea in Kashmir for the first time in life
enroute to Sri Nagar, I felt I love that unusual tea and even though it was
late to late for me that and while in Sri Nagar. I searched for 'salt tea' to
quench my thirst. I was successful.
One may not like certain places or events or even persons. But I must say I
developed taste for tea while serving the Indian government in Hyderabad,
known also as a pearl city. That taste came to me rather late and ended
abruptly, because my life is controlled not by me but by others who willingly
play the role of Satans or paid devils.
Café tea in Hyderabad I began appreciating rather late. How can I forget the
special morning tea at my senior colleague's Professor Dimri's home and every
day after our morning walk on Osmania campus? I am not lucky enough to enjoy
that kind tea for too long as pointless silly rift began to erupt…Soon I found
myself isolated and even targeted and driven out by the campus community and
outside. They got my job back. However, Indian government still refuses to
honor its commitment to me by releasing my gratuity plus the usual pension as
per the agreement and other retirement benefits. Indian government is very
cleaver, if not cunning as it knows if I go to a court for justice also,
nothing would happen as judges cannot support a Muslim who could accept the
institutional crimes as my fate.
It is not that easy to distinguish 'good from bad' or choose one's own
destiny. I failed miserably.
One knows if monkeys get very costly and very beautiful garlands, they would
just play with them and finally break them into pieces and eventually throw
them away unmindful of the fact where. Same happens if some humans get big
government posts and their actions make even those monkeys feel ashamed.
I still managed to enjoy tea at restaurants in Hyderabad, but against not for
too long as I found myself on the move towards more tragedies….
I have to write something more important, but I have forgotten the content.