मंगलवार, 30 जून 2009

Unlike Glimpse of Society

While passing my time watching Discovery Channel, I was just went down my memory lane. Lot of my past experiences has been changing like film in memory. And here it is. This was the uniqueness of India I experienced, rather lived some 1 year back when I was working in Madhya Pradesh.
While touring for my work, I went to a place named “Neemuch”. This place is known for world-class opium crop. The main source of economy here is Opium. I got excited to see the Opium farm. But then my contact there has told me that I could be able to see Opium flower only in January-February because this is the month when crop reap off and beautiful white flowers of Opium cover entire field. So I will have to wait till that time. Then I heard something very unusual about this small district of Madhya Pradesh situated at the border of Rajasthan. This was, it is a district that contributes substantially to the Eye Donation to the world of people who didn’t have been blessed with the visual sense from the kind nature. In fact, if we consider here’s people word as authentic one, this is the second biggest eye donor district in the world after some district of Sri Lanka. 50% out of total natural death here donates their eyes to someone who they don’t know. Because of this quality, this place is know as “Eye Donation City”. Strange, how many people in this highly advanced mechanized world understand this human feeling of giving light to the life to those who opened their eyes to see the darkness. And here is a place, which is not so literate but still is teaching the advanced world the importance of human touch in mechanized life… In fact the entire society is having a similar thought about the importance of Eye donation. This was a very rare phenomenon, which I came across.
I was almost mesmerized. In a world where people have started developing a philosophy of “Eye for Eye”, this place enjoins the world how wrong they are. This is actually a place where human being lives in a true sense.
With a lot of good experience of this place I proceed to my next destination. It was Mandsaur, another small semi urban district of Madhya Pradesh. This is about 60 Km away from Neemuch connected through comparatively better roads, although not as per the standard. While traveling through the highway, I saw a lot of small huts spread through out a 20 Km range of the highway. These huts were characteristically made by bricks, mud and straw and were situated near the highway, drawing attention of passerby. I saw a lot of young women sitting on the cots outside their hut. They were wearing a very rural kind of make up. A make up which easily can attract the oculuses of passerby. Even their garbing was in very fluorescent colors of yellow, pink and violet. When I asked my colleague about them, he blackguarded said that this is a village known for flash trading. But how come this they can do so openly like that, when I provoked.
He said, “they belong to a particular community called “Bachada” and they are professionally into the prostitution. Even government and police know that”.
“But aren’t they taking any action towards this”.
“Arrey saab even policewala come here, enjoy and move on. They have lot of other works to do apart from this”.
This community has aroused my interest to know more about them. My colleague told me that even their male family members are acting as pander for their women. Isn’t it a diversity, which you can see only in India. Just a few miles back, there is a place which is know as Eye Donation City, and here is other which attracts people’s eye to satisfy their sexual needs. But how come male member of family act as pimp for their lady? There would be some father, some brother, some husband who would be selling their daughter, sister or wife for a couple of thousands of rupee. Is it the only way to earn money? I don’t know, but this is true that they are doing this. And this tradition they are carrying from generations. Seeing this, we must have to understand how tradition originates? Is it that this so called tradition these people are inheriting since Vedic Era or that some of the useless bastard have started selling their own lady for earning a lifestyle, instead of working himself to earn bread and butter for their family? Whatever is the reason, but the truth is that flesh trading is happening in the world that to near to the so-called sophisticated citizens. Goss, seeing this, do we have any right to say we are social people or does any society exists here in these small villages? If yes, then we seriously have to do a retrospective session, not for our own soul but in a broader sense for the entire society…

गुरुवार, 25 जून 2009

Factual and The Actual World

We work a lot for our whole life. We work more and more to bring in better living, to accomplish all our desire, to heighten our living standard. Then comes a time when we start developing a kind of sophistication in us. We start developing a habit of likes and dislikes in everything. We may not like some food while eating in some hotel. We may pay money for left food and let them throw away in front of us. At that point of time do we ever recall the face of people who are dying every year because of famish! Do we really remember the wishes of a kid who could not be able to fulfill his / her dream of studying while we spend lot of money for alcohol or smoking! Perhaps not or perhaps we don’t want to remember these things as we think that remembering these things will spoil our happy mood or perhaps we really don’t care about these things or perhaps we fear of remember this.
I was standing outside a hotel after placing my meal parcel order and waiting for my food. I was just passing my time by observing people around the hotel. There I saw a group of people, ladies, gents and kids, near to the hotel. They seem to be villager from their appearances. One of the elderly members of the group came to the hotel with a kid with him. While he asked if Dal Wati (An economical local food) is available with them, the kid with him was constantly observing some of the roasted full chicken hanging near the tandoor. By pointing finger over those chicken pieces, that kid said “Baba, I want to eat these chickens”.
The father took a wet look over the coins & currency in his hand, replied, “Beta, apan kal murga khaiange (We will eat these chickens tomorrow). I don’t know what thought process was going on in the mind of that father. Would he be thinking of working harder tomorrow to bring some big-ticket food for his kid or it is just he was trying to cozen the kid by shifting his desire on tomorrow. The waiter, during all these thought wrestling, told the father that they don’t have Dal Wati kind of food with them and they would get this at some dhaba near the station…The family went from there while that kid still looking at those hanging roasted chicken, in a hope in his beautiful woolgathering eyes that tomorrow his dad will definitely purchase chicken and he would not have to eat the same Dal Wati again…