He was common feature near the Choti Bargah , deviously intelligent man, his stories were beyond the realm of reality..I shot him 5 years back, and post his picture as my poetry . his character smudged black and blue on lifes dried out ink pad .. in dirty unwashed clothes he was clad his mother a prostitute several fathers no dad his woes hung on an easel unpainted and sad The raving Mad Man of Hyderabad who told me once that he was born sane in a world going mad ..this Indian Sindbad not paying taxes nor exercising his franchise no internet connection no falling in love no worldly miseries to add his sleep silence untalked he lived while others mocked his moments of madness unlocked .. looking at the worlds perversities around him he is no more shocked away from the reign of terror in Islamabad away from shia sunni skirmishes sectarian hate in Baghdad Happy go lucky walking dead but alive dirty dressed clean minded nomad this raving Mad Man of Hyderabad

the Congress the BJP or the BSP I do not have to please I vote for Progress and Peace hope this time when Terror strikes we will bring the Terrorists down to his knees We the people the power of the franchise the bull by the horns we will seize the nation not politicians we have to appease corruption the greatest national disease a kick up the butt of the one who disagrees our enemies are within not just non state actors irrefutably Pakistanis whether 16 or 22 this terrorist Ajmal Amir Kasab we should hang and not release a scourge from across the seas a blog that poetically overrides journalese