Saturday, December 5, 2015

Lest We Forget!!!!!!!!!!!!

A structure was built by general of medieval period in 16th century, 1528 precisely. The dome and arches of the structure suggested, it was a mosque. Medieval architecture and calligraphy on the walls and overall imprint of Islamic architecture proved beyond doubt the structure was mischief of a muslim king.
There was however sincere effort by learned scholars to disprove. All valid and invalid sources were meticulously studied. Facts and figures were put forward. One group of scholars established that the building was constructed much before the muslims arrival in the country and later converted into a mosque. The cruel king of medieval period converted this structure into a mosque in order to demoralize the local populace. Other account verified that the general of marauding army demolished temple and constructed the mosque exactly at the same place where Lord Rama took birth. Then there was also a divine intervention one day which proved beyond doubt that the structure was unlawful which had no right to exist. Nationalist historians claimed victory beating their chests.
There was however, a group of historians and researchers who were of the opinion that there was no temple before the mosque was constructed. As this was a bunch of historians and researchers without credibility their views could be easily ignored.
Muslim community was counseled and cajoled. A grand and brand new mosque was offered at the place of community’s choice. The community was also appealed that their sacrifice would lead to peaceful coexistence and brotherhood in great land of ours once again .The community remained adamant leaving no options in the hands of people who wanted Ramjanam bhoomi liberated.
But there was justice system of the SOVEREIGN SOCIALIST SECULAR DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC acted as a shield. The judiciary refuted the masses will to prevail. But the public sentiment is above all even above legal system.
One day a peaceful gathering took the law in its own hands and razed the symbol of cruelty, injustice and imperialism to the ground.
23 years have passed since the great rectification. Still some people cutting across religious lines mourn this day.
Some crazy people dare to sing stanza from Faiz Ahmed Faiz famous nazm Nisar Main Teri Galiyon ke Aey Watan…
The crazier among this folk dub this day of 6th December as BLACK day
Bahut hain zulm keh dast-e-bahana-ju keh liye
Jo chund ahel-e-junoon tere naam leva hain
Baney hain ahel-e-hawas muddai bhi, munsif bhi
Kise wakil karen, kis-se munsifi chahen
In this tyranny that has many an excuse to perpetuate itself
Those crazy few that have nothing but thy name on their lips
Facing those power crazed that both prosecute and judge, wonder
To whom does one turn for protection, from whom does one expect justice?

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Mera Paigham Muhabbat hai jahan tak pahunche

Simri police station, Simri bus stop, Simri field, Simri post office, Simri Middle school, Simri High School, simri weekly haat held on Monday and Friday, Simri annual mela; for locals, Simri infact, is local head quarters. Locals associate their village with Simri for easy identification e.g. SImri-Bastawara, Simri-Bharati etc. Simri market is bustling with activities today thanks to the amity among people.  People say with sense of pride that the market is as developed as one in Darbhanga town. Peace and Communal harmony are definitely enabling factors for the economic development of any place.

Today, Simri-Bastawara is in news for wrong reason. Some lunatics have committed wrong during chhatta puja and the divisive forces are up in the arms to tear the fabric of unity of the region. As ugly monster of riot descends at our place aiming to pounce and quench its thirst for blood, let us raise our hands in prayer that the monster bites the dust and retreat. 

O! Hindus and Musalmaans of Simri and Bastawara, you have been living together for ages. Ask your elders, the muslim weavers have been weaving for Hindu merchants in good early days. Hindus have been tilling the lands of muslim land lord. Milkmen and hawkers visit each other’s villages to sell and earn livelihood. O! friends and comrades living and  working together, your destiny is tied together. Why do you not realize that you depend on each other to perform your economic, social and even religious functions? If muslim harms Hidnus or vice versa, it will damage you both. Will hindus stop purchasing from muslim’s drug shop next door, will Girdhari chacha of Simri chowk stop riding cycle and visit Bastawara to sell his milk? Nirmal, I am sure will come from Kumharpatti to Bastawara as usual to give tuition to his students. O! residents of Bharathi, you have amongst you favorite teacher of Hindus and Musalman Sri Shakal Deo Singh . Will you stop a musalman if he decides to visit and pay regards to his beloved teacher. O! good people of Kamrauli, in your village two great teachers were born Sri Keval Babu and Sri Jagannath Lal Das who not only taught musalmaans of Bastawara but also counseled and solved their family disputes. 

 O! residents of Bastawara, you have been enjoying the festivity of Chhatta every year. Your lad and lass as well as elders would visit Rama pokhar, pachhiyari pokhar to watch the devotees descending into the pond’s placid and cold water and stir it with the charm of their mantra. But what happened during this year’s puja. Why some miscreants succeeded in disturbing the long cherished communal harmony?

 It is not that altercation didn’t happen earlier but why O! People of Simri and adjoining villages, this time it led communal flare up and force had to march in your streets to calm you.

O! peace loving people of region, raise the flags of harmony, love and unity. There is an urgent need for a peace committee for the region to ward off present trouble and establish a mechanism to avoid repetition in future. Let us hope that sanity prevails and people start living and working together amicably and peacefully.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Naya Daur

Koi hamse milne aaya hai
Naye khwab dikhane aaya hai
Naye wa’de aur da’we lekar
Koi neta gali men aaya hai

Mzdooron ko kaam milega
Insaaf milega mazloomon ko
Daulat ki ab baarish hogi
Gharibi ka naam na hoga
Aman chain ka aalam hoga
Sarhad bhi mahfooz rahega
Dahshatgard ko takkar dene
Ek saahab aisa aayega
Asmaan ki bulandi par
Is desh ko phir pahunchaayega
Aise hi sab wa’de lekar
Koi neta gali mein aayaa hai



Zalim aaya zulm mitane
Qatil munsif bankar aayaa
Aam aadmi ka sahara lekar
Ameeron ki hukoomat aaii
Rahzan aaya rahbar bankar
Fitna naye purane laaya
Qaid se baahar mulzim aaya 
Qaaed ban aiwaan mein aaya
Mujrim kuchh is shaan se aaye
Be khatar be khauf se aaye
Darbaare watan mein jo pahle aaye
Kuchh Shaah aur saahab aaye

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Blood stained newspaper

Blood stained newspapers with headlines giving statistics of death, blown up human bodies shown on TV screens, suicide by farmers in debts, hunger death, homicide, riots; are the harsh realities of our daily life. Can we escape it, I wonder.

I wish, may there be no news of death whenever I pick up my morning newspaper. Alas, my wish never comes true. The human beings if not killed by fellow human faced beings, die due to severity of inclement weather. There was a siege of a café in Australia where two hostages and the lone terrorist were killed. Then there was a dance of macabre by ghastly terror act in army school of Pakistan. Innocent children were butchered by devils. Next day, the Pakistan army killed more than 50 in its restive province in retaliation claiming they all were terrorists. Yesterday, there were killings in Assam, and elsewhere people died due to inclement weather.

My heart trembles in fear what is in today’s store. Today’s shroud and coffin and grave and pyre are waiting for whom ……..
Kiski chita aaj uthegi
kaun dafanaya jayega
Kahan se aag uthegi yaron
Kiska ghar jal jaayega
Kaun banega aaj niwala
wahshi in darindon ka
Kaun qarz ke bojh tale
Dab jaayega mar jayega
Jahez ki la’nat aaj kise
Maut ki neend sulaayegi
Mazhab ke thekedaar kahan
Khoon se holi khelenge
Sard raaton mein kaun kahan
Thithur thithur mar jaayega
Kidhar aaj phir dashat ka
Qahar hai barpa hone wala
Dharti kaanp rahi hai yaron
Asmaan bhi hai sakte mein
Yen insaanon ki basti hai
Ya shaitan hain abaad yahan
Maut ka aisa saya hai
Basti hai sunsaan yahan
Kyun khaamosh baithe hain
jitne hain insaan yahan
Aaj agar khaamosh rahoge
Yahi kal ka aalam hoga
Har basti mein aag lagegi
Har basti jal jaayegi
Insaanon ki basti se ek sada tab aayegi
Koi nahi hai koi nahi, koi nahi hai koi nahi

Friday, November 14, 2014

Pt. Jawahar Lal Nehru - Maker of Modern India

Pt. Jawahar Lal Nehru - Maker of Modern India

Since 1947, enough water has flown down the Ganges. The generation has changed and so has changed the popular view of idea of India. Today, fifty years after Death of Pt. Jawahar Lal Nehru, maker of modern India, is being belittled.

After a long spell of foreign rule, India tasted freedom breaking shackles of slavery and threw away colonial yoke. The newly independent country developed consensus on relatively younger politician, Pt. Jawahar Lal Nehru to lead the country. There were many contenders for the premiership. Gandhiji was visionary enough to put his stamp on Pt. Nehru. The country needed stewardship of a person who could take every section of society along, who could lay a strong foundation of friendship with other countries. A country facing acute hunger, illiteracy and disease needed touch of a socialist hand.

Pt. Nehru’s socialist policies worked well for the country with some failure as any policy would. The five year plan borrowed from erstwhile USSR brought intended result in agriculture, industry and other fields. Today there may not be need of planning commission, but the India of yesteryears needed it.

People might find flaws with Nehruvian foreign policy today, some may call it a moralistic running commentary or far right may dub it as an utter failure. But the Nehruvian foreign policy remains a time tested one which was by and large successful. None Aligned Movement, Panchsheel and friendship with USSR bear witness to the success of his policies.

Today there are people, large in numbers who question the choice of leadership. They conveniently ignore that India of 1947 faced myriad challenges on all fronts. A country which was liberated from colonial yoke was to learn to walk independently maintaining good relationship with other nations in the world. There were threats of external aggression as well as internal instability. The partition led to the worst kind of communal conflict in south Asia. The communal force needed to be stemmed. In such circumstances, Nehru was an appropriate choice to lead the country. The united and vibrant India is testimony to the great leadership of Pt. Nehru.

Nehru faced long incarceration bravely during freedom struggle like a brave soldier; his remarkable books like Glimpses of world history, Discovery of India, My autography established him as a scholar, His socialist approach and humane persona made him a great human being.

As a grateful nation we should pay homage to the great leader on his birth day and take a pledge to grow stronger by fighting and defeating divisive forces and remain united amidst diversity………

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Mauala Abul Kalam Azad

Maulana Abulkalam Azad, was born in Mecca on 11 November 1888. He lived a life worth following. At a time when divisive forces were bent upon shredding the social fabric, he firmly stood the ground and preached the gospel of communal harmony. He was mocked at, dubbed as show boy of Indian National Congress by rival camp. In fact he faced hatred of communal elements from both sides of divide.

He reached height of scholarship at an early age and started editing journals of high repute at a tender age. He established his own weekly newspaper Al-Hilal in 1912 and started openly attacking British highlighting plight of common people. He authored several books of very high literary standard.

Today, when we revel in our sub identity and weaken the idea of a strong India, Mauala Azad’s life beacons to be studied and lived like. Working for communal harmony and eradication of illiteracy will be apt tribute to the great soul

Monday, October 27, 2014

Demise of an Old man

Master Samiuddin was a frail old man who read old urdu newspapers - sangam to beat the cruelty of old age boredom. These old newspapers were moth eaten and yellowish in color. The newspaper was as faded as Master’s skin due to old age. He passed forlorn and lonely day with occasional visit of some guests. Master Samiuddin would read the newspaper articles and recite his poems to the visiting guests. While speaking on his favorite topic, urdu language and its beauty, his eyes would shine as the burning wick of kerosene lamp shines in dark nights. It is said that guests frequented less to avoid this torture.

Master Samiuddin was a retired primary school teacher who stressed upon diction of language more than language itself. Master would lament that young generation is no more learning Urdu language. The degeneration and apathy towards his beloved language saddened him gravely. His own son Farooq, spent two full years reading elementary Urdu book to gain perfection of pronunciation.  Farooq however, was destined to repair cycles than impress people by his Urdu. It is said that Farooq might do good in his studies if Master Samiuddin had not persisted for perfection. Poor Farooq developed language phobia and started stammering later on.

Master Samiuddin was fond of Urdu Mushairah and would go faraway places to attend. In his heyday,s he would organize mushairah in his own muhallah inviting local poets. But he lost interest in the mushairahs due to low standard of poems recited there. Deterioration of his health might be another reason that he was not attending mushairah now.

Master Samiuddin paid annual visits to the tomb of Khwaja moinuddin Chishti Ajmeri till few years ago. Now his son Farooq paid visit to the shrine every year on behalf of his family. The month long closure of Farooq’s cycle repair shop would bring hardship to the family. But they would bear it as the will of Khwaja. Master Samiuddin would praise his son Farooq for keeping family tradition alive and maintaining link with Khwaja’s dargah. It was his firm belief that only chosen guests were called by Khwaja to his durbar. Master Samiuddin desired to visit the dargah at Ajmer once again before he died. Farooq took him to Ajmer last year. Master Samiuddin was upset that he didn’t experience haal (state of spiritual influence) listening to qawwali he visited last year. He was agonized that language of qawwali too became impure now. It irked him whenever people hummed the stanza of qawwali sung at dargah. The children of the mohalla came to know about this revulsion of Master samiuddin. They would now tease the old man singing in chorus inviting invective of Master in chaste Urdu. 
Master Samiudding always praised his cycle mechanic son’s pronunciation of Urdu words. He was sure that if it were old days, Farooq would not be repairing cycle rather would get a decent government job. However, he was the only person who believed so. People would try to convince Master that the time had changed and so had changed the lingua franca. Some people would even taunt at him that he should cross the North western border of the country and live there if he was so obsessed with urdu language. They didn't know that the language is fighting for its survival even on the other side.

There was an unwritten rule of Master’s family that the children would learn and master urdu first then they were free to learn any other language or subject. He was sure that his grandson yasir, whom he loved so much, would undergo the same learning process. But who could stop the idea whose time had come. On a dull and dreary evening of June, Farooq brought a book and slate for Yasir while returning from his cycle repairing shop. Farooq as usual came just before maghrib, the evening prayer. Master Samiuddin was performing ablution and Yasir was pouring water on his feet. The book was wrapped in a hindi newspaper having photograph of Madonna, the pop singer. Master samiuddin and his grandson Yasir were equally excited to open the wrapper and see the books. Master ordered authoritatively like an old emperor of medieval period that wrapper would be opened after he performed the prayer. Yasir wanted to defy and open the wrapper but Farooq asked his son to wait for Master Samiuddin to finish his prayer.

After the prayer, Master Samiuddin instructed Yasir to do ablution like he did before prayer. A skull cap which was bought for Yasir on last Eid, was put on his head. Master Samiuddin appeared to have gained vigor which was not seen for years. He asked Yasir to sit on a prayer rug and face westward towards kaba in mecca. He then opened the wrapper swiftly and the book was mocking him right in his face. He looked towards Farooq with dismay and said innocently with a very weak voice, this is not Urdu ka Qaidah, the elementary Urdu book. Farooq stood with his head down unable to make eye contact with Master Samiuddin. Tears started dribbling from Master’s eyes. And all at once he fell down holding left side of his chest and fainted.

On reaching Shifa hospital by a rikshaw pulled by his neighbor Jehangir, the doctor declared him brought dead………..