EK AJEEB SA DEEWANA AUR USSKI ANEK DEEWAANGIYAA (KYAA DIWAANO KI SAALGIRAA MANAAYI JAATI HAI ?)

As I sit back to look back on the 71 years of my life ,I am amazed ,baffled ,amused ,confused and totally at a loss about how I have survived during all these 71 years -ALI(VE) PETER JOHN

The first 10 years were all stories told to me by my mother , stories about how I was born a very dark child with large eyes and how my father bought best soaps from England to see if they could change my colour, but nothing could change my colour .

My mother told me stories about how I didn't cry for ten days after l was born and how two slaps on my back led me to cry and l have not stopped crying ever since then , with a few short intervals of happiness

My mother sent me to the best schools and saw to it that I had nothing to worry , l played in the mud , in the fields and in and around the brick kilns where l learnt how to chew and eat pieces of bricks till my mother found out and with one shout put an end to this addiction.

Life was a garden of roses till my mother was alive and it was thorns and more thorns all the way after she died

The next ten years was one big struggle to stay alive , to try and get educated in the best possible way with only scholarships to help and hunger for love most of the time

The battle came to some kind of an end when destiny got me in touch with a great man called Mr. K.A ABBAS who taught me that it was not destiny, but hard and honest work that would need me on , I followed his teaching and I still follow him and l am whatever l am because of this one great man .

For the next forty years , it was only work and more work without thinking about the future or whether l would arise or fall

For several years , it was a battle with the bottle which never seemed to end even when l had to face death and the desires of my being which l had worked hard to build , this battle ended in a victory for me after twelve long years and l felt like a new man

It was during the battle with the bottle that l fell from trains and was not hurt ,l was knocked out by speeding bikes and still unhurt , l was bitten by dogs four times and beaten ,cheated and betrayed by people , and sadly mostly by women who l had always loved and respected which was a lesson taught to me by my mother , some women were so cruel that they asked me where and how l should be buried or cremated

And whatever was left of life was taken away by life in bits and pieces

People ask if l have lived a happy life, l have asked them to ask God who created me and God has had no satisfactory answers to provide them with

Am I a miracle of God or was l created as a miracle in my mother's womb ? The answer only God knows and l still don't know God, and my mother who could have given me the answers is supposed to have gone to God's house and I still don't know the address of God's house

Some enlightened people call me a mad man and l am very happy with this definition of me and I would love to live the rest of my life as a mad man in this world which is growing more and more mad and destructed, l would like to see this world change , but will l live long enough to see the world of my dreams and even the God of my dreams?

SAALGIRA MUBARAK HO AE DIWANE , ALI PETER JOHN , AUR AAGE AAGE DEKH TERI DUNIYA MEIN KYA KYA HOTA HAI .