रविवार, 30 जनवरी 2011

जीवन की दौड़ में भागते भागते

जीवन की दौड़ में भागते भागते
अपना बचपन कहा छोड़ आया
याद नहीं.

अमरुद के पेड़ पर एक शर्त पे चढ़ जाना
इमलियों की बेरिओं पे अचूक निशाना लगाना
मटर की छेमियों की तलाश में दर-ब-दर भटकना
उन तिलस्मी तितलियों के पीछे भागते भागते
अपना मासूम बचपन कहा छोड़ आया
याद नहीं.

मोहल्ले की लड़कियों के साथ
इमली के दानों और चूड़ी के टुकड़ों को इकट्ठा करना
उनकी गुड़ियों की शादी में बढ़ चढ़ कर हिस्सा लेना
और शादी के बाद झूठ मुठ का खाने की आवाज़ निकालना
गुड्डे गुड़ियों की शादी में नाचते - कूदते
अपना बेवाक बचपन कहा छोड़ आया
याद नहीं.

गली के हर कुत्ते को एक नाम देना
गिल्ली - डंडे के खेल में हमेशा हार जाना
गेंद और बल्ले की जिद में घंटों खाना छोड़ देना
दोस्तों की एक आवाज़ पर नंगे पैर ही निकल जाना
विकेटों के बीच दौड़ते - दौड़ते
अपना वो बिंदास बचपन कहा छोड़ आया
याद नहीं.

जीवन की दौड़ में भागते भागते

अपना बचपन कहा छोड़ आया
याद नहीं.


-अमितेश

Bapu On The Story Book Road

It was really a long tiring day today. I was so very tired mentally that was just expecting to finish the work very fast and take a complete rest at home. I had left the stock point so fast in the evening as if I have been freed from a long incarceration.

As usual, I took the same habitué road to my house. This road is more of a nation to me. A country that consists of all the different kind of people; brings a lot of happenings every day, every moment that sometimes mesmerizes me while traveling the road. Every time I pass through this road it seems like I am passing through a story book. A story book with a lot of characters having their own stories, interesting stories. But today, I was not in mood to enjoy this road of nation, the story book road. So I was riding my bike fast on this road to reach my house soon.

One of the best qualities of any good story book is that a lot of incidences should be interwoven in such a way that it should spellbind the reader. And this Story Book Road is one of the best books of the world in this regard. So once again story book road turned an interesting page in front of me. While riding fast I saw a big crowd in front of a shop. It made me slow down my hurried speed. This crowd was in front of a liquor shop. People were mad purchasing their quota of liquor. The crowd was a little more than a normal weekend. I was surprised to see this. It was like people were splattering out from the liquor shop and had spread off till the other side of that 40 feet road. Why there are so many crowds? Why people are mad purchasing liquor today? Is it the last day to drink? One after other lot of questions started coming to my mind without getting answered. And here it is. I got a single line answer for all the questions. A banner was hung at the shop saying:-

“The Liquor Shop Will Remain Close on 30th January on the Eve of
Mahatma Gandhi’s Death Anniversary”.
So, the shop owner had shown his allegiance of being an Indian and had fulfilled his responsibility of being a true citizen. Or is it that they wanted to sell more to remove any possibility of losing out business on 30th January? It is not very necessary for a liquor shop to hang a banner to inform the world that they are close on so and so date. And I suppose, by displaying such a message on the shop, you are rather making fun of the nationality than showing a kind gesture towards being a responsible citizen. It’s the pursuance of not loosing out the business for even a single day. Every one has right of doing so. But the rights should be responsible one. One can not and has no right of making fun of Bapu. It is not because of the fact that I have a great respect for him, but because we as a citizen of India has decided that Mahatma Gandhi is “Father of Nation” and we as a nation do respect this on a broader sense.

Bapu, you always have given a reason for India to cherish and even after 62 years of perishing you are bringing better livelihood for the Liquor Shop owners. I know you will feel bad to hear this. But you have a big exonerative heart and we all are your children. But I am feeling a little bad for you. I don’t know if my children would respect you or not. My all tiredness vanished and scatterbrained persisted.

रविवार, 16 जनवरी 2011

Language No Bar

Language is one thing which secerns every community from other. Even the ethnic group of same community sometimes gets differentiated based upon language. India in this regard is distinguishingly different from the rest of the world as we have 22 official languages and 22000 dialects. In fact we have 35 different languages with their own script and every language is being spoken by more than a million people. But still we are one as an Indian. A great unity in diversity or rather a great diversity in unity.


Language always plays a determinant role in trussing people. A Marathi speaking Hindu always feels closer to a Marathi speaking Muslim, than a Tamil speaking Hindu. A Bangla speaking Christian feels more connected to a Bangla Brahmin than a Malyali Christian.

Language at the same time brings severance between different ethnic groups. A Bangla Bhadra purush may not like a Hindi speaking person or a Marathi would not like a Bhojpuri person.

Understanding socio-psychology of people is not easy. And in India, this changes with every kilometer you travel. The behavioral pattern of one language speaking community with the other language speaking community is very interesting. And I enjoy experiencing such things.

I am in a job that brings me a lot of opportunity to meet many people everyday. And every person is different.

I met a person who knows more than 7 regional languages. He worked in 7 states of India and as a sovainer had bought the language of that state.

I know a South Indian person who knows better Hindi than any born and brought up Hindi speaking person.

But most importantly, last month I meet a person who is having different and funny view about language. I had attended a workshop in my company. There company employees from different parts of India came. People from different parts of the country, people belonging to different community, different language speaking people and people of different ethnic groups with their own tradition and distinguishingly different life style. There one man was Mr. K. Ganesh. He was a Tamil guy. Tamil language is one of the oldest languages of India. The ancestral scripts claims it to be the oldest language, older than Sanskrit. And this brings a proud feeling to a common Tamil person. They normally disapprove Hindi to be National Language. In more panoptic sense, they hate Hindi Speaking people. This is because of the reason that they are having a feeling that it is Hindi because of which Tamil have not got the recognition that it deserves.

So it was Mr. Ganesh of that workshop. A very old employee of our company. He was one of the most curious person of that entire batch. He knew only two languages, English and Tamil. He not at all know Hindi. Wait, rather he learnt 20 words of Hindi. And he is proud of it. Our favorite pastime in the evening was to teach him few more words of Hindi and let him repeat all the words he learnt. This was creating a very funny situation when he was enunciating some words of Hindi in very funny way. But he keep trying and curious of learning more words.

His view about language was that he wanted to teach Tamil to everyone in the company and himself would learn finer Hindi. And then when everyone starts speaking Tamil, he would insist on communicating in Hindi rather than Tamil. Funny. What was there in his mind while saying so, I really don't know neither I want to analyze. But his view was so very entertaining for us. While saying that he want to teach Tamil to every employee of the company, he was having a great respect to his mother tongue. And when he wishes to learn finer Hindi, he was showing equally a great respect to the National Language.

I think people like Ganesh can play a vital role in bridging the gap between the languages of our country. A good learning for me about language.

Thanks Ganesh!

शुक्रवार, 7 जनवरी 2011

Pragmatic Pragmatism

“There is definitely a marked imbalance in the society based upon the money. This entire world is broadly being differentiated into two groups – Haves and Have-nots. Those having money and those who have not. And as long as this difference would be there, you cannot imagine a society to work with a full potential.”

The entire hall got reverberated with the clap after Kadambani finished her speech.

Kadambani Sharma, a very brilliant student of sociology. She probably was one of the best orator of the college, at least her professor always was saying this to her. She even was popular in her circle of friends. Friends were calling her with the name Manu, as she was having very strong will power and was always doing what her heart think is right.

She was close to almost all the professor of her college, but whom she admire was Prof. Aruna Ghosh, the HOD of Sociology. A strong lady with a very clear thought about anything. She was so bold that even in 50's, when career was not a word go along with girl child, she studied in Presidency College of Calcutta and dared to marry a man of her choice rather than going with her father's choice. A rebellious lady in a very true sense.

Days were passing and Manu was getting more and more popular in the college campus. She was scoring good in every exam and also was getting sharper in her communication skill. People could easily get influenced with her thought. This was very much being observed by Prof. Aruna.

One day Prof. Aruna called Manu to her chamber.

“Come Manu. Sit.”

“Thanks madam” and she took the chair in front of Prof.

After a momentary silence, Prof. Aruna started with a very deep, thoughtful voice, “Manu, what are your plan for the future? Where do you want to see yourself five years down the line?”

“Professor, I didn't have thought much in that direction. Perhaps after completing my masters degree, I would get settled with some boy. My dad has already started searching a perfect match for me.” said Manu.

“But beta, you are quite very brilliant student. I think you are being sent by God for some special purpose on Earth.”

Manu was having a question mark over her face. She was a little confused of Prof. Aruna's sentence. She wasn't understanding what Aruna is saying. Though she never have thought of her career. She was quite a momentary person who enjoys what she is doing rather than worrying much about the future. She didn't have thought of her career or her aim in life.

Seeing Manu in deep thought, Prof. Aruna brought her back to her by continuing, “See Manu, I think you should be serious about your career. I know that you didn't have thought of your aim in the life, That's completely OK. It is not necessary for every girl to think of being independence in life. You only should have to be confident enough and have faith in yourself. This itself will help you to find aim in life, if it would be required in future due to some unforeseen circumstances.” Professor said keeping Manu still in a status of confusion.

“Madam...” Manu tried to clear her confusion by asking on what topic she is speaking.

“No Manu, don't say anything as long as I finish what I want to say.” Professor stopped her before she should interrupt her in her continuity.

“I think”, she continued, “you have got a great talent of speaking and influencing anyone with your very strong words. Moreover your communication skill is backed by a very strong knowledge and clear understanding which helps you speak very convincingly. Considering this ability, I would like you to meet one of the very important person I know. I think you have traits of becoming a great leader. And most importantly, the country need a leader like you who can influence and motivate the countrymen to work for country rather than going abroad and creating any brain drain situation here in India.”

“Leader! Madam don't you think you are over estimating me! I really don't have that caliber of motivating people with my speech. Giving speech in college is some different but giving speech for country is different.” Manu spoke in a single breadth.

“Don't worry beta, I know your potential. And trust me, I won't give you any wrong advice. Trust Me. We are going to meet that person tomorrow. He was one of my student long back. I had a talk with him regarding you. Do you want to meet him?”

“I think I should talk to my parents first.” Replied Manu concluding the meeting.
***
Mr. Harshawardhan Sharma was silently having his dinner. Manu and her mother was looking at Mr. Sharma to speak anything. They were almost spellbound of seeing Mr. Sharma having dinner silently.

“Manu, I didn't have stopped you doing anything. For me you had never been a daughter. I always have considered you my son. If you think politics is something that attracts you then go ahead. The only thing is, the life there is not that easy. You will not always find good people around you. You will have to deal even with people whom you hate to talk, but you still have to talk to them, even worst would have to work with them. Are you ready to face these hardships? If so then go ahead beta, I will always be with you.”

“But dad, I didn't have decided to join politics yet. I just want to meet some political person that Mrs. Aruna think I should meet. I want permission for that only.”

“Who have stopped you doing that. Go ahead”

“You know I never do anything against you. So give me permission of meeting him.” asked Manu.

“Who is that person?”

“I don't know dad”

“Whatever, go meet him. This, I am sure, would be a good experience for you. And, till how long you will keep blackmailing me with this Bharwa Karela! This is really good anyways.”

“Thank you dad. I love you so much.”There was a naughty twinkle in her eyes. This has brought a good smile over Manu's face. Although she wasn't understanding for what reason she is feeling happy.

What else Mr. Sharma expect than the happiness on his daughter's face.

***
Manu and Prof. Aruna were sitting just opposite to Pradumna Barik on a wooden chair.

Pradumna Barik. An averaged height, middle aged man with a very simple dressing. A checked white and black shirt, a plain grey paint and a pair of striped Bata sandles. An old HMT key string watch in hand. A thin mustache over long face. Black hair with a little graying near the side locks. A very different outlook than that of Manu had imagined. But he was having something which was making Manu a little nervous sitting infront of him.

“Manu, can I call you by name Manu?” Barik started the talk by breaking the ice.

“Why not sir. This would be my pleasure.” Manu, the great orator was literally struggling to find word to reply a simple question.

“See, I have heard a lot from Professor Aruna about you. I have heard that you are too rich in words. Politics today is really in need of intellectuals who can actually convey people what they think and not only this, they can influence people's head rather than their legs to follow them. And I am happy to know that you are not only a good orator but also a very brilliant student who have in depth understanding of the subject. The way Indian politics is degrading, I think young people like you would be a boon for the dying Indian politics. But it is not only the good communication skill or an above average marks in the university that is needed to stand apart in the crowd of politics but you should also know the sociology in a practical sense.” Pradumna was in a flow of saying this while making an eye contact with Manu.

Manu was listening him spellboundedly. It was like someone is narrating some epic poetry in a very classic manner and audiences are travelling with the narrator in the aura he had created with his narration.

“Professor Aruna really want you to work for country. So along with Professor, I have made an itinerary for you to actually travel and meet the real citizen of India to understand what is the importance of good leader in country and why a good leader is required. I am sure, in this process, you will also be able to identify yourself which you may not be knowing about you.” Pradumna continued.

“Manu, but you will have to be a little careful about your this visit to the real India, as this would be a little undercover visit for you. You will be going to some of the villages of interior most India which cannot be seen even in the micro maps of the country. Because of this, even the Government of India is not seeing these parts of the country and no development has reached these integral part of India yet. One of our young leader would accompany you throughout your journey of 4 days. And don't worry about your security and safety. This will be our concern. After coming back from there, you can decide your fate.” Pradumna concluded.

“I think this would be an exciting visit for me. I am ready to do this. But may I know where do I have to go?”

“You will have to go to Bailadila of Chattisgarh. Its the bordering area of Chattisgarh with Andhra Pradesh.”

“But that is a naxal affected area. It would be dangerous to go there.”

“Who said that naxalism is a dangerous thing. See Naxalites are revolutionaries. And you know any revolution is meant to bring changes in status quo. If there is a philosophy and if there are lot of followers of that philosophy, you cannot say that there is something wrong with that philosophy. The only need is to know that thought process a little closely.”

“Yes you are right. But Communism was required when there was a marked societal differences. Now its not the case with our country. By and large we have achieved a social justice kind of thing. Now what is the need of this aggressive communism?” Finally Manu coming in her real skin.

“Any philosophy should not necessarily address entire population of the country neither it is required to be acceptable by the entire country. But the fact is, if there is any philosophy, is it addressing the group of people whom it meant to be. And yes, Naxalism is one such philosophy that is addressing the needs of the class of people who are the real cause of this philosophy to bring forth. And trust me, they are considerably in a good number in our country.” Pradumna has taken a little pause to let Manu understand first what has been said. He came to the window of that small room which was facing one of the biggest slum of the country and lit his cigarette, took some puffs and returned back to Manu's chair. Manu was still in deep thought while until now an outspoken Professor Aruna was just listening the conversation between the two. Aruna has chose to be a listener in this whole process of realization of Manu.

“And... when we say that there a social justice has been established in the country in a broader sense, we hardly know our own country.” This voice of Pradumna has broke the trance of Manu.

The voice continued, “When we say so, we see our surroundings only. We see our maid sipping tea with us, we think a social justice has came. We see our driver knowing about sizzlers, we say that his exactly is a social justice. We see slum people copying any bollywood star dressing, we say that this is exactly the social justice. But if we really want to know the social gap, we need to see the actual India, which either is out of sight or we don't want to see that India.”

Pradumna took a deep breadth. As if while remembering the real India, he actually had went through that India.

“And that is the reason why we want you to see that India and decide yourself if the social justice has came in this country or not. You know your India till now, during these 4 days, you will be able to see India which I am talking about, the India which always gives me sleepless nights. I want to see a single India in the eyes of every Indian. And I know, people like you will help me bring that India of my dream into reality.” This thought only has brought a smile over Pradumna face.

“Sir, who are you?” Manu was started feeling goose bumps while listening to Pradumna.

“He is Pradumna Barik.” This time Aruna said breaking her century long silence.

“You are ... The Pradumna Barik.” Manu was more shocked than surprised. “You are that Maoist Leader who is underground and no official photo of yours is with government.”

“Yes, I am.” He threw the bud of the cigarette from the window.

“Don't worry. Nothing will happen to you. The Police don't know about me being here. They won't come here neither would they dare touching you.” Knowing what is going on in the mind of Manu, Pradumna consoled her.

Manu was speechless. She wasn't knowing what to say. She again was falling short of words. She didn't have understood why this person is talking to me without any veil and how police don't have snaps of this person.

“See Manu, we are social reformers. Police know about us that way only. But then there are supporter of this philosophy there also. I think you would need more time to decide whether you want to see my India or not.”

“No Sir. I want to see that India. I don't know whether I support this philosophy or not. But at least I want to understand the need of this philosophy. For that I surely want to go and see the India you are talking about.”

“Nothing strange Professor Aruna. What you said was right. Manu is really a brave girl. I could see my India coming to the reality. Girl I am proud of you.”

“Manu, Manavendra will meet you this Sunday at the Coffee House in the afternoon. He is one of the most dynamic leader of this philosophy. From there you will have to catch a train to Raipur in the evening. You'll reach Raipur on Monday morning. From their your journey of knowing yourself begin. Rest information you will get their.” Professor Aruna was narrating the itinerary to Manu in a very chronological manner. “You will stay their till Friday and on Saturday morning you will have to come back to Mumbai by flight. You will get your ticket there in Raipur. This is going to be a very exhaustive journey with every moment of learning. Are you ready for that?” The question was more like I know you are going rather than asking.

Manu shook her head in yes without saying anything. Perhaps she was still in Pradumna's India.

***
Manu was having 3 days with her going to Chattisgarh. She studied a lot of books on Naxalism. The more she was reading, the more she started hating this philosophy. Thousand of policemen have been killed by naxalites in their violent protests. Many civilians has been affected of the land mines and lost their lives. Thousands of miles of country's land is still underdeveloped as people feared of going to naxal affected area for any development work. The literacy rate in those area are substantially lower than the national average. The infant mortality rate is high as there is no medical facility available.

The Adivasi's are still using traditional ways of treating diseases. The philosophy was not bad but this didn't have bought any marked changes in the life of people for whom this philosophy is meant for.

But then there are people like Pradumna Barik who still have great belief in this thought process. Kadambani has read about Pradumna. He was the topper of SSC and HSC. He graduated from Mumbai University and was awarded Gold Medal their. Then have went to prestigious Cambridge University for his Masters degree in World History. There again was recognized as the best student of the year. Did his M Phill from there. Even after getting so much a degree and an offer of Research Scholar, he came back to India to serve his motherland. He was intellectual in every sense.

Kadambani was feeling very much confused about this philosophy. At one side there is a very strong statistics of many brutal murders of people in the name of naxalism is letting Kadambani hate this philosophy then at other side she read about lot of people who support this philosophy and working for this. They all are best in their class as far as intellectualism is concern.

Finally she closed all the books and stopped thinking about naxalism. She decided better to see Pradumna's India from her own eyes than seeing different India from the eyes of the authors of the books she borrowed from the library of the college.

***

“Hi Kadambani. I am Manavendra Rana.” A voice followed by a hand came from the left side of Kadambani.

A tall and smart man with curly hair and clean shave in western attire was standing with a pleasant smile over his face. His hand was still projected towards Kadambani for hand shake.

“Yes I know I am smart enough to keep a lady staring at me, but you can get a chance of touching me by shaking your hand with me.”

“Oh I am sorry.” and she raised her hand to shake with him. “I am Kadambani. How are you?”

“I am good.” He took the chair in front of her. “I am sure, you must have read a lot of article about Naxalism.”

“Yes I have, but the more I am reading it the more confusion it creates. I think I should experience this whole world rather than going by the experiences of the authors.” She asked with a pause, “What would you like to have?”

“A coffee, hot eternal and nice coffee.” replied Manavendra with as warm voice as coffee.

“You must try Cafe Late here. They make the best Late in the world.”

“Whatever you say lovely lady.”

“Hey I have heard that you are one of the best youth leader of this philosophy. But you are more like a Casanova kind of a person.” Though enjoying his flirting, still she said to avoid any misunderstanding in the first meeting.

“Thanks a lot for this compliment, if it is.” he smirked, “But I am youth, and most importantly I am a youth man. Isn't it enough reason to be a little flirtatious. And yes I am follower of this philosophy by choice.”

“But I again have some apprehension about naxalism. I think this philosophy is somewhere being imposed unnecessarily to the poor Indian to keep the flame of the unnecessary revolution alive. And that is definitely not required in today's India or even in major part of world.” Finally Kadambani spoke out her heart.

“I like your aggression. This is going to help you in future. But only one thing, hold this thought. I will discuss you this again after a week.” Manavendra closed this topic as he felt this is not right place to discuss serious subjects like this, neither was this a right time as Kadambani is having one sided opinion based upon the books she read.

The coffee came there and they enjoyed the coffee talking about anything and everything they think is required to talk. Kadambani was enjoying this talk. Manavendra was really intelligent boy. Most importantly, he was quite dramatic while explaining anything. This made him sound very interesting.

***
The train was right time in the evening. Both boarded the train in the assigned coach. They took a little time to get familiar with the co-passengers. After a little talk, both went to their berth and got engrossed in the books they were carrying. While Manavendra quickly went to to sleep, Manu was still thinking about the Naxalism. She was in a state of surprise of thinking if she is really going to Bastar. And this visit is just to test her understanding about the naxalism. The philosophy that she still know a little. She never have imagined in the wildest of her dream that she would visit Bastar kind of dangerous place for justifying the philosophy which she already have developed a thought that this is not required in today's world.

“Peasants of the world are being exploited and didn't have got what they deserve, not even the assurance by the government to provide them the minimum amenities required for running a life. The right of existence is also being questioned by the capitalists on the basis of their cast, community and work. People has been differentiated into rich and poor. Now to exploit people further, poor again has been differentiated into those who qualify to run their life by serving capitalists and those who need to be exploited for maintaining the stature of capitalist. This lowest level of citizen has been least organized and hence were suffering. The suffering of this class of citizen has given birth to this philosophy called communism. All around the world, an effort had been made to organize the laborer of the world.

The fire of this has even reached India. And the communist movement started here. The movement was initially non-violent type. This didn't have got much popularity in the initial stage of coming to India. The reason was very simple. That was the time when India was struggling for her liberation. Independence struggle was more important than class struggle.

1967 was one year that had bought revolution in the communist philosophy. The premier of the communist philosophy was Mao -Tse- tung. He once had said “Weapons are an important factor in war, but not the decisive factor; it is people, not things that are decisive.” This thought had lead to limited violence in the class struggle. The communist struggle was limited to strike and non-cooperative movement with a little violence. Then again, the violence was limited to harming the government properties or properties of the capitalist as a part of their protest against the government / capitalist policy.

Till 1967, the term Naxalism was not into existence. In fact, there was no any philosophy called Naxalism.

The term Naxalites comes from Naxalbari a small village in West Bengal. Here a section of Communist Party of India (Marxist) (CPI(M)) led by Charu Majumdar and Kanu Sanyal led a violent uprising in 1967, trying to develop a "revolutionary opposition" in opposition to the CPI(M) leadership. The insurrection started on May 25, 1967 in Naxalbari village when a peasant was attacked by hired hands over a land dispute. Local peasants retaliated by attacking the local landlords and the violence escalated. Majumdar greatly admired Mao- Tse- tung of China and advocated that Indian peasants and lower classes must follow in his footsteps and overthrow the government and upper classes whom he held responsible for their plight. He engendered the Naxalite movement through his writings, the most famous being the “Historic Eight Documents” which formed the basis of Naxalite ideology.
This movement started going beyond the poor and peasant. The philosophy has contaminated the youth also. The Naxalites gained a strong presence amongst the radical sections of the students’ movement in Calcutta. Large number of students left their education to join revolutionary activities. Majumdar adjusted the tactics of CPI(ML), and claimed that the revolutionary warfare was to take place not only in the rural areas but everywhere and spontaneously. Thus Majumdar's 'annihilation line', a dictum that Naxalites should assassinate individual "class enemies" as a part of the insurrection was put into practice not only against landlords, but also against university teachers, police officers, politicians and others.
Throughout Calcutta, schools were shut down. Naxalite students took over Jadavpur University and used the machine shop facilities to make pipe guns to fight the police. Their headquarters became Presidency College, Kolkata.
The Naxalites soon found ardent supporters among the educated elite, and Delhi's prestigious St. Stephen's College, alma mater of many contemporary Indian leaders and thinkers, became a hotbed of Naxalite activities. This somehow became a kind of fashion among elite class to go rural and work for the improvement of the rural India. This had made this extremist communism philosophy popular in entire India except the North - East part and Jammu & Kasmir.

But right from 1967 till date, no marked changes has been observed in the life of the suppressers. The class differences are becoming narrower not because of the fact that the movement is bringing changes in the life of peasant, but because of the massive urbanization in India. The famous Bhoodan Andolan has bought marked changes in the life of land-less peasant. Then Jai Prakash Narayan's movement had played vital role in generating awareness among the suppressed class. This all was followed by the great IT Revolution in India. This spread in India like a Prairie Fire. Many changes was seen in the agriculture sector with the advent of information technology. People got acquainted with the latest technology and modern ways of cropping. Though the development didn't have reached in each and every nooks and corner of India. This is because, in those underprivileged areas, there was some or the other problems. In the far interiors of Bihar, Uttar Prades, Madhya Pradesh, Orissa, Andha Pradesh, the reason for being underdeveloped was this aggressive communism called Naxalism. In the North – East part of the country, the reason was very geographical as well as frontier issues with the bordering countries and the Naga – Kuki struggle. Similarly in the J & K, the reason for not reaching the development with the speed that is required is because of the terrorism.

In just 20 years of independence, some of the class of people became restless with the kind of development going on. When we as an India was struggling to run a country in an effective ways, various reforms was coming, innovation and industrialization was taking place; a small group of people get into hurry of giving the right to peasant and laborers of the country and saw violence the only way of getting that right. They motivated Peasants to hold weapons instead of their traditional agricultural equipment and participate in the violent struggle. The entire movement has brought a jolt in the communist fraternity of India. But this has been seen as an opportunity in India by China. They had started supporting this by pumping money to this violent liberation movement...”

When she slept while reading, she didn't know. She even didn't have switched off the reading light of the berth. She woke up only with a noise. She asked the passerby of the gangway about the station. The passing man said in hurry, “Madam, this is Akola Jn.”

“And when would Raipur Jn. Come.” she asked.

That man replied, “this is 5:30am. You'll reach Raipur by afternoon 3:00.”

***

रविवार, 2 जनवरी 2011

Love 86

It was year 1986. I was probably in class 3. We were having a yearly ritual of going to my Nani Maa’s place during the summer vacations of our school. And this was something which I was always waiting for. My maternal grandparents were living in “Madhepura”, a small and beautiful district of Bihar near the border of Nepal. My maternal grandfather was working for Government of Bihar in its irrigation department. Since he was holding a good post in the department, he had been given a big bungalow there.


That bungalow is still in my memory. A big 4 bedroom bungalow with a big waranda in the back side. A kitchen garden adjacent to the waranda and a big garden at the entrance of the bungalow that is being guarded by a little grilled Iron Gate. The entire premises was having boundaries of mordacious wire instead of bricks and some tendriled herbs with beautiful pink and white flower was covering those barbed boundaries. Some mango and papaya trees were there skirting the bungalow. The bungalow was outlined with beautiful orange and yellow colored marigold plants and some red roses.

I was the first kid of first daughter of my grandparents. That is why I was the most loved one in my Nani Maa’s place. And I was totally and completely in love with these whole experiences of Madhepura.

No, but this was absolutely not the Love 86 that I am remembering today.

So, that was year 1986. I was probably in class 3. And it was again a long awaited summer vacations. It was almost a month long holiday for me. My dad used to come with us and leaving my mom, my younger sister and me there; would go back to Patna after spending a couple of days with us in Madhepura.

That one month of the year. Actually the blissful month. The month of full enjoyment. It seems like even everyone of my Nani Maa’s place used to wait for this month when I would be there. Apple of everyone’s eyes. I was sleeping while getting myself transported to the story of my Nani Maa in the night. My nanaji was taking me with him for a walk in the morning. A divine walk when I was walking with him holding his finger asking a lot of questions to him and he was very patiently answering all my questions in a very dramatic way with an example attached in the form of story. After coming back from that divine walk, my masi was giving me horlics mixed in milk with again a story of some animal. It’s like everybody were swotting stories in the rest 11 months of the year to tell me all in that month.

That's not all. While I would be finishing milk, the kids of neighbors comes to our house and then our non stop play of hide and seek, house and doll and other games starts. So it’s a life full of joy.

The favorite pastime of my mamas' in the evening was telling me to narrate the dialogues of movie “Sholey” infront of his friends which I had mugged up at the age of 7 by listening the dialogues of this movie in the audio cassette mama was having. There in that group of audience was a boy whom I liked the most because of the fact that he always was carrying some candies that he was giving me for every dialogue I was enacting. After my grand performance during the evening tea, he always was taking me to the market or some garden of the city. There in the market or in garden, a nice girl of the colony where my Nani Maa's house was, coming to meet him. She was nice girl because she always was carrying some really sweet guava or litchi for me. They both use to talk with each other while I would be enjoying those guava and litchi. I really did not understand what they were talking nor do I remember today. That time, I was more interested in the fruits she was bringing for me. I was like their shield for them to meet. Sometimes that boy even was taking me to that lady's house. They probably would be studying in the same class and same college and this would have given them opportunity to know each other. Sometimes my mama was teasing this boy regarding that lady. What I was seeing was some giggle of them whenever they were talking about this lady but was to much a kid to understand what they were black-guarding about.

This all I experienced something 3 years. After that my nanaji got transferred to Kunauli, another village near to Nepal border. This all the group of people were left in Madhepura, but the enjoyment remained same for me even in Kunauli.
Now after retirement, nanaji has made his house in Gaya, another nice district of Bihar. A couple of year back, I was in Gaya for some of the reason. One day while I was with one of my mama into the market, suddenly a girl from behind called mama with his name. We both turned back to see a middle aged lady standing there with a teenaged girl. My mama and that lady talked with each other for a few moments. My mama introduced me with my name. She smiled, “Oh you became a man now. Do you still remember Guava and Litchi of Madhepura?” and saying that she moved.

I asked mama, “Who this lady was?”

He said, “Do you remember that there was a girl who was giving you guava and litchi when you was going with one of my friend in Madhepura.”

I stressed on my memory and finally recalled,”Ah, yes, yes. She was coming to meet one of your friends. I think they were having affair kind of thing. Is this the same lady?”

“Yes.”

“So finally they married each other. Was that teenager her daughter?”

“Yes that teenager is her daughter but they don't marry each other.”

“Means”

“Means, they both are married but with different partners.”

“But they loved each other very much, right”

“Yes they were, but who said that if you love someone, you will have to marry that person.”

“Which kind of question this is?”

“They both are settled here in Gaya. They both meet each other sometimes in some common parties. But they are not married with each other. This is as simple as that.” Said mama with a glitter in his eye.

So this is how an intense love relation ended and an affection relation developed between two persons. And they lived happily ever after...

रविवार, 26 दिसंबर 2010

Broken Window, Little Sparrow

It was 6 in the morning. I got up of the chirping sound coming very close to my existence in the room. I came to the drawing room and saw two little sparrow playing, flying here and there within the room. Seeing these very cute sparrows, I forgot the fact that this is Sunday morning and I woke up too early. I just sit there on a chair and started enjoying their play. Good that the newspaper too came a little early, or perhaps it comes at this time only. It is me who wakes up late. So it was a perfect morning with the east sky wearing saffron make up for welcoming the Sun, the soothing rays of morning sun coming in to the room from the broken glass of the window of the drawing room, had newspaper in my hand, enjoying early morning tea and these two little sparrows playing in the entire room.

I remember the incidence some 4 week back when in the same such morning, some of the big boys playing cricket in the ground just opposite to my bungalow. I woke up with a cranking sound of one of my window’s glass. It had been smashed and broken by one of the boys’ hit to the ball. It was the same morning, same beautiful saffron sky, same newspaper and hot tea. But only difference was, while like today I was enjoying the hot tea with a nice mood and those sparrows, that morning I was having a bad mood because of that broken window and nasty noise of that window glass.

These sparrows made their way into my house from that part of the broken window. By the evening I saw some of the straws making way to one of the corner of the roof groove in the drawing room. Means, these sparrows are planning to make their nest in my drawing room. So from today onward till this winter season, I would have to wake up a little early with their chirping sound.

I seriously don’t mind getting up in the morning a little early, if the morning be such a beautiful. So, going to bed with a hope of another perfect morning with the crimsoning saffron colored east sky, soothing rays of sun coming in from the broken window, newspaper, hot tea and those beautiful sparrows playing here and there with their chirping sound.

शनिवार, 25 दिसंबर 2010

THE ATTITUDE OF QUALITY POPULATION !

When we flied from Raipur, the flight was a little vacant. So irrespective of our seat numbers on the boarding pass, we chose our convenient place for sitting. I sit with one of my colleague, leaving my seat thinking that there would be fewer passengers today which is quite very common in Raipur Indore Flight on week days. This was a hopping flight that makes the entire journey of 1 hr 20 min. to more than 3 hr. So you need to be busy while flying as to avoid any boredom. And this was one reason I had chose to sit with my colleague.

Sometimes, what we pretend goes wrong. We reached Bhopal as first halt of our Raipur – Indore route. And all of a sudden a mob of people came inside flight. They were going to the last destination of the flight, Ahmedabad. A person came to me and informed that I had occupied his seat. I was about to leave his seat for going to my assigned one, this person started abusing me of occupying other person’s seat. I think it would have been his bad day today and had come in here with that mood only. So I refrained myself of replying him and also have stopped my colleague to reply this person who had came in a mode of paying him back what he said.

I reached my seat which was just a row behind my colleague’s seat. There a gentleman was sitting adjacent to my seat. He was reading book of one of my favorite Author. That was enough for me to start a talk with him as I had read that book and the journey of an hour was still remaining.

“This is really a good book, based on the series of incidences occurred with victims of the Indo-Pak partition”.

“Yes, though I am not an avid reader but still this book had glued me with its story. Hi, I am Venkatesh”.

“Amitesh”.

And we both shook our hand.

With some formal talk about our place of residence and job, we came back to the book that we were discussing. It seemed that even that person got bored of this journey.

“But in these 63 years after the Independence, India had moved far ahead. Barring some of the scams and problems, I think we managed to list our name in group of progressive countries” I said.

“Yes, but I still feel that we have more potential than what we have achieved today”.

“This is there, that is why we are seeing development year after year. It was time when development was the word for Metros and some Tier A towns. But now this has spread to even a small village. Even a state like Bihar can grow and register its positive presence on the map then I think we as a country are in right direction”.

He was listening my long speech keeping a pleasant smile on his face. And I know he was having some different point of view on this. When someone listens to you with a smile on the face, but eyes on vacuum that means he either is not agreeing you or something else is going on in his mind and is not with you at that point of time.

“I think, we developed a lot but we still miss an attitude”.

“Attitude! Means”.

Here it is. My guess was right. He was not at all agreeing with me on the development of India. Now it was my time to be a perfect listener. I know, he must be having a lot to tell on this. And this time again what I pretend was right. Oh, why my pretending about the lesser passenger in today’s flight went wrong? I would not have heard the first person’s those sarcastic comments on seat otherwise.

“I think, we should understand one thing that if we could keep our house clean, we must have to keep our colony, city, state and country clean. We need to develop an attitude of keeping our country clean. You go to Australia and you will find a difference in the attitude of people. I have been to that country and I have seen how people love their country”.

“Yes you are right”. What to tell this guy, that he is giving an example of a Country that still honors The Crown supremacy over their own control. But when he was expressing himself, he mean to find a listener who should listen only and don’t even try changing his thought. I was also not in mood of any debate rather wanted someone to pass my time in flight.

He continued, “You go to Japan and will understand that how they have reformed the country after the worst hit of nuclear weapon in two of their major city. Do we really have any attitude of doing so”?

“But still we are one of the technologically advanced countries”. Finally I provoked.

“Yes but not like Japan. I have been into that country and have seen the technological advancement of that country”.

OK. So it’s not the attitude or technology or love for country. It’s he want to tell me more about him.

Not the stopping for him, he still was having more complains about people of India. “People not follow traffic rules here. This is a country of thief and murderer and scammers. I don’t mind Mr. Ambani having 15 kids since he can afford upbringing of all the 15 kids in a better way. But what disturbs me the most is the population that leads to a criminal society. It’s not the matter of excessive population in India, it’s about not so quality population. Go to Thailand and you would understand what prosperity means. A country of really a quality population and cultured people”.



“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. THIS IS YOUR PILOT DEV PATEL. WE ARE ABOUT TO LAND IN INDORE’S DEVI AHILIYA BAI HOLKAR AIRPORT. I AM SURE OUR CREW MEMBER HAS DONE EVERYTHING TO MAKE YOUR JOURNEY A VERY PLEASANT ONE”.
A very soothing voice floated in the cabin, as soothing as the fly itself, a very jerk – free fly.

This has given me a great relief from the lecture of Mr. Venktesh about his country that has lot of problems and we are nowhere as compared to other countries of world.
While talking to him, when I asked what are the ways to be perfect, his reply was "We have reached a level when nothing can be done to cure this cronic disease of attitude. I think we should have to raise our voice against any wrong going around us".
"But did you have raised your voice for any such ill happenings according to you in your surroundings".
For this he rather started looking outside the window where the Indore City has started visible with those sparklings of the bulbs and street light.

I beg your pardon Mr. Venkatesh. We do have lot of problem but we still are the best in world. We are almost most perfect economy in the world. We are considered as the fastest growing economy and super power of world. We are the best breed of the world as far as knowledge is concern. Our educated population is not only working to build India a best place but also working hard in every part of the world to make this earth a better place to live. Yes I do agree that there are lots of problem in this country but which country don’t have problem.

I think if there is any problem in our country, this is because of people like them who don’t have attitude of seeing positives of their own motherland. Yes you are right, it’s the attitude and I need not have to explain further who’s attitude.

सोमवार, 20 दिसंबर 2010

ठंढे दिनों के गर्म अहसास

वो ठंडी हवाओं का जिस्म में सिहरन पैदा करना
वो गुनगुनी धुप की हलकी हलकी थपकियाँ देना
वो देर सुबह आँगन में बैठ किताबों के बीच खो जाना
वो लहकते फूल अमलतास के सिहरते से टूट कर गिर जाना.
जाड़े के उन ठंढे दिनों की गर्मी आज भी साथ है मेरे,
बस वो दिन दूर हो गए है मुझसे
शायद मै दूर हो गया हूँ उन ठंढे दिनों के गर्म अहसास से.

- अमितेश

रविवार, 21 नवंबर 2010

Murderer of Craving People

Today I cried. I cried because of a very strange reason. I was having my food in the afternoon. The food was good. After all I had made it. But much contrary to my these days habit, I took a little more food in my plate. More than I could have eaten. So as expected, I left more than half of it in my plate. Now I had to throw that food. I threw it. And that’s what made me cry. I was much surprised with my this act. Even I don’t know why I had cried.

I am generally quite a foody person. Though I eat less, but always try eating variety. Because of this habit, my mother always had been bringing variations in the daily staple food. And because of this habit, I had joined the Medical College Mess of my college as that was the mess where they were always maintaining quality and variety.

During those days, I was having a habit of leaving lots of food in the plate. And I was very arrogant about this habit. I remember, one day I was having my lunch with one of my friend in the Medical College Mess. As usual, I left quite some food in my plate after finishing my lunch. That friend probed me that why did have I left so much food in the plate? My reply was “I am paying for what I eat and what I am not eating as well”.

My reply was quite very arrogant that he didn’t have probed me any further.

After finishing my college, I joined a company in Mumbai that was paying me quite OK. But because of certain responsibility, that money was a little less than my requirement. So I faced situations, when I had to eat “Wada – Pao” many a times, especially in the last week of the month. There was time when I was having a kind of philosophy of paying not only for what I eat, but also for what I don’t eat. And then that was the time when it was Wada – Pao that was giving me the daily dose of nutrition and taste.

Joining job has given me a lot of insight about the surroundings. I became more observant about things. I had seen people craving for food. Forget the variety; have seen people praying for even a handful of food to eat. I have seen kids not able to fulfill their dream of becoming educated, as their parents were busy collecting money to earn at least one food of the day for their family. I have seen people searching for food in the garbage like an animal to find at least a bread to qualify for the prerequisite of survival.

These experiences had literally changed me and my thought for the food. Every time some food get left after taking my meal, the faces of those craving people ran through my eyes. Every time, I was seeing a left – out food in the plate of any person, those poor people searching for bread in garbage pass through my eyes.

My habit of leaving food in the plate get changed. Now, I generally do not leave anything in my plate. Now I take as much of food as I can eat in my plate.

And that is the reason why I cried today, when I myself have thrown the food that would have been used by some craving person for surviving. I was literally feeling like a killer of some hungry person. And that is why I cried. Quite dramatic but still I cried.

रविवार, 10 अक्टूबर 2010

बलिदान

"झुमुरु आ इधर. बदमाश उस तरफ कहाँ भाग रहा है। पकड़ में आ जा फिर बताता हूँ तुम्हे"
हामिद चिल्लाते हुए भागा जा रहा था उस बकरे के पीछे। आखिर पकड़ ही लिया उसने उस चितकबरे बकरे को तीन चार चपत, प्यार भरी चपत लगाई हामिद ने झुमरू को झुमरू भी एक सभ्य बच्चे की तरह चुप चाप मार खा गया शायद वह भी जानता था कि हामिद को तंग करने की इतनी प्यारी सजा तो उसे मिलनी ही चाहिए

पिछले चार-पांच महीनो से यही सिलसिला चला आ रहा था जब से झुमरू को हामिद के अब्बा ज़मींदार चौधरी  बिलकिस बेग के घर से ले कर आये थे, हामिद को जैसे अपना छोटा भाई मिल गया था वह उसे कभी बड़े भाई, कभी बाप की तरह प्यार करता आखिर आठ बरस उम्र का फासला भी तो था हामिद और झुमरू में

हामिद को झुमरू के साथ खेलते देख उसके अब्बा को बड़ा रस्क होताउनका अपना बचपन हामिद कि शक्ल में लौटता नज़र आता 
हामिद कभी झुमरू के लिए घुंघरुओं वाला गले का पट्टा अम्मी से बनवाता कभी उसके अगले पैरों में घुंघरुओं का पाजेब छन - छन  कर के जब झुमरू पुरे घर में उचल-कूद मचाता तो लगता पुरे घर में ईद सी रौनक आ गई हो हामिद उसके बगैर तो एक पल भी नहीं रह पाता साथ खाता, साथ घूमता, साथ में ही उसे ले कर सोता हामिद के अब्बा को भी एक सुकून था कि उसका बच्चा झुमरू के साथ मन लगाता है, कम - से - कम गाँव के आवारा लड़कों के साथ कंचे तो नहीं खेलता 

इन पांच महीनो में झुमरू भी जैसे परिवार का सदस्य सा हो गया था. जैसे वह भी इस बात को समझता था सुबह - सुबह जब अब्बा बेग साहेब की कोठी कि और निकलते तो झुमरू उन्हें बाहर तक छोड़ने आता और मै - मै की आवाज़ निकल कर शाम को आते समय हरी हरी घांस लाने की फरमाईश कर देता अब्बा भी उसकी भाषा समझ कर जवाब देते - "हां, हां लेता आऊंगा हरी घांस तेरे लिए"

अम्मी जब कुएं पर बर्तन धो रही होती, वह कभी उनका दुपट्टा अपने मुंह से खिचता कभी बर्तन अम्मी भी चार - छह गालियां चस्पा कर उसे दूर भागती गालियां सुन कर वह मस्ती में भर कर कुचाले भरता हामिद के पास पहुच जाता

कभी कभी इंसानों से भरा - पूरा परिवार भी घर की खुशियों को बढ़ा नहीं पाता और कई दफा महज एक जानवर जो न तो इंसानी जुबान बोल सकता है न ही समझ सकता है, भी ज़िन्दगी को मुकम्मल बना देता है झुमरू भी ऐसे ही एक जहाँ का प्राणी था, खुदा की दी हुई एक नेमत जिसने हामिद और उसके परिवार में फरिश्तों सी खुशियाँ बिखेर दी थी

वक़्त यूँहीं हसते खेलते कट रही थी हामिद झुमरू के साथ बड़ा होता जा रहा था चौधरी बिलकिस बेग की मिलकियत बढती जा रही थी और हामिद के अब्बा की जिम्मेदारियां भी कल तक जो उनके बागों में फूलों की क्यारियां लगाया करता था, आज वही हामिद के अब्बा चौधरी साहब के खेतों का सुपर्वाएज़र हो गया था 

वक़्त गुजरता गया और साल का सबसे पाक महिना आ गया - रमज़ान का महिना चारो ओर एक अजीब सी रौनक थी लोग भूखे रह कर भी कैसे खुशियाँ मना लेते हैं यह नायब सा माजरा इस महीने में ही देखने को मिलता है खुशियाँ हमेशा भरे पेट ही नहीं मनाई जाती है जब दिल में अल्लाह और दिमाग में इबादत की आयतें भरी हो तो फर्क नहीं पड़ता की पेट खाली है या भरी फिर इसी रौनक में यह महिना भी निकल गया और आ गया बलिदान वाला दिन हामिद के अब्बा जानते थे ये दिन तो आना हीं था शायद झुमरू को भी इस बात का सुबहा था की अल्लाह ने उसे ज़मी पर इसी इरादे से भेजा है की किसी दिन उसे किसी नेक काम के लिए अपनी बलि देनी पड़े आखिर बलिदान को तो मुसलमानों में सबसे पाक काम माना गया है, धर्म की सबसे बड़ी परीक्षा और काम 

हामिद के अब्बा ईद के ठीक एक दिन पहले झुमरू को बेग साहेब की कोठी पर ले जाने लगे हामिद ने कहा की मैं भी साथ में चलता हूँ उनकी कोठी पर हम दोनों खूब खेलेंगे और फिर मैं इसे ले कर वापस आ जाऊँगा अब अब्बा हामिद को कैसे समझाए की झुमरू को वापस लाने के लिए नहीं ले जा रहे हैं वो उसका तो दिन मुक़र्रर कर दिया गया है खुदा के पास जाने का

अब्बा ने फिर हामिद को पहले तो बलिदान की कहानियाँ सुनाई उसका मजहब में महत्व समझाया फिर बताया की झुमरू तो इस दुनिया में इसी नेक काम के लिए आया था कल इसे खुदा के पास वापस जाना है 

हामिद बोल पड़ा - "ठीक है अब्बा मैं और झुमरू दोनों इस नेक काम को करेंगे. मेरी भी बलिदान दे दो खुदा को"

अब्बा सन्न से रह गए उन्हें समझ नहीं आया क्या जवाब दे इस नादाँ बच्चे को

ठीक ही तो था इतना ही पाक है तो अपने बच्चे की बलि क्यों न कर दी जाए उस परवरदिगार के नाम पर पर झुमरू कौन सा बेगाना था उनका ज़रूरी तो नहीं की कोंख से पैदा होंने पर ही कोई अपनी औलाद कहलाये यह भी तो ज़रूरी नहीं की अपनी औलाद कहलाने के लिए इंसानी शक्ल अख्तियार करना पड़े. बाप - बेटे का रिश्ता तो रूह का रिश्ता होता है फिर क्या फर्क पड़ता है की यह रूह एक इंसान के शरीर में अपना ठिकाना बनाता है ये किसी झुमरू जैसे बकरे के शरीर में मुसलमानों में पुनर्जन्म का हिन्दुई फलसफा तो नहीं होता पर अब्बा को अभी न जाने क्यों ऐसा लग रहा था की झुमरू उसका अपना ही कोई हिस्सा है जो इस जन्म में बकरे का रूप अख्तियार कर के आया है

अब्बा अभी भी शब्दों को गढ़ने की कोशिश कर रहे थे हामिद अभी भी झुमरू को पकड़ कर खड़ा था आखिरकार अब्बा ने जबरदस्ती झुमरू को हामिद की पकड़ से छूड़वाया और चल दिए बेग साहेब की कोठी की ओर दरवाज़े के बाहर खड़े हामिद को कुछ समझ नहीं आ रहा था क्या करे, रोये या खुश हो उसे बार - बार अब्बा की कही बलिदान की कहानी याद आ रही थी जैसे अब्बा झुमरू को ले कर बेग साहेब की कोठी की ओर नहीं जा रहे थे, हज़रत इब्राहिम अपने बेटे इस्माईल को ले कर मीना, मक्का की ओर जा रहे हो, अपने धर्म को पूरा करने के लिए, सारे सांसारिक मोह - माया को छोड़ कर