Not just as the other morning..

Today’s morning was very fine here in my city and it became even more gorgeous when I had a south Indian meal in breakfast at one of my friend’s home. 😛 Knowing my likings, he had invited me on several occasions, but somehow or the other I kept delaying it. But today was the day. I love South Indian cuisine, especially the Dosas and Uthapam along with the Sambhar and Chatani.

To tell you the fact, my friend is not from South India. Yet the taste of Dosa was so delicious and sumptuous that I can bet that any South Indian cook would be proud of it. I had the breakfast as in the manner that I am having lunch. One after another, I devoured three Dosas one by one, partly due to the reason that I like it and partly due to the immense pressure from his family especially from his granny.

After having breakfast, I chatted for some time with his family members. His family is having same place of origin as I am having and we both speak same beautiful language “Maithili”. I find his family very decent and everybody in my surrounding having a word of praise for them. I spoke with uncle but the best part during my conversation was with his granny. She would be around mid 70s. She is quite religious and very soft spoken. She speaks in so humble way with me that sometime I wonder how someone can be so modest. Every time I talk with her, I get some life lesson.

As I had some other engagements later in the morning, so I asked permission from them to leave. They all seemed to be very happy that I came there and so was I. When I was leaving, out of respect I bent down to touch the granny’s feet, but she moved backward with a shudder and said “No, no, no, no….don’t dare touch my feet. Do you want that I commit sin?”

I said with anguish, “Why you never let me touch your feet Dadi and what sin are you talking about? Don’t you want to bless me?” Her response was “ You are bigger than me”. I said “Wow!  How could that happen! Do I look older than you?” She said smilingly “Beta! You are Brahmins and we are not suppose to let you touch my feet, it’s considered as one of the great sins, which has been taught to us by my ancestors and I am not going to disobey them like your uncle”. I was shocked, ashamed. Uncle never resisted me from touching his feet. Her statement was probably a dig at him. Since I was running out of time I did not plead much and with folded hand I said Namaste and returned back to home.

On returning home, I got to know that my further engagement which I had, got cancelled. So I had free time. The sound of the granny “you are bigger than me” reverberated in my ears. I was forced to contemplate about the caste systems in India among Hindus. I never experienced this divide in recent times and unheard of this untill this moment. Yet the response of granny was shocking to me. I thought in those old days this divide must be very rigid, as much so that it had an indelible imprints on her mind.

I find this cast system as one of the reasons why foreign powers and their culture attacked us from centuries. It was one of the most debilitating factors of backwardness of our society. It is the phenomena which militated against the dignity of the humans.

And I find this caste system in today’s context as pernicious as it was ever before. Some political outfits are using this divide to gain their political leverage. Some netas, like Britishers, believe in the philosophy of “divide and rule”. They want that whole population should be divided on the cast line so that they could not stand together on the developmental issues. With this they are able to maximize their interest. Now is the time when we should relinquish all our identities and should stand for the cause of building a more secular, tolerant and accommodating society and nation.

Although the Constitution of India guarantees that there should be no discrimination of the basis of caste, gender, religion, place of birth etc. but these things has to be dealt on the societal level, and cannot be completely enforced by law alone. The onus is on current generation, we should thrive for a society where no elder should feel blessing the younger as sin and prevents touching feet.

भूमिपुत्र

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भूमिपुत्र

मेरे देश में अब भी कृषक

भूखे पेट सोता है

हत्यारे कर्ज के बोझ तले वह

बिलख बिलख कर रोता है 

 

सरकारें आती हैं

सरकारें जाती हैं

उनकी वयथा फिर भी

जस की तस रह जाती हैं

 

हमे शर्म नहीं क्यों आता जब

खुद को हम कृषि प्रधान देश कहते हैं

कृषकों के नाम पर  राजनीति करके

नेता केवल अपनी जेब भरते हैं

 

डॉक्टर का बेटा डॉक्टर बनेगा

इंजीनियर का बेटा खुद को इंजीनियर कहेगा

पर कृषकों की यही व्यथा रही तो

देश में न कोई भूमिपुत्र बचेगा

 

तो क्या सॉफ्टवेयर हम खायेंगे ? 

या बढ़ते हुए GDP का गुण जाएंगे ? 

या डेवलपिंग कंट्री के तमगे से  

खुद को सांत्वना देते रह जायेंगे

……….अभय…….

 

Traitor and Loyalist

 

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कुछ विश्वसनीय लोगों के बल पे

हारी बाजी भी जीती जा सकती है

और एक विश्वासघाती के कारण

जीती बाजी भी मिट्टी में मिल जाती है

                                                                 ~अभय 

With a handful of loyalist,

even an inevitable lost war

can be turned in to victory,

but a single traitor

can ruin the entire cause.

                                                                ~Abhay

 

Be the cause of victory, not the defeat.

मंजिल

Today I am sharing one of my poem, which has already been published in my blog. Many of you might have already read it. However, many new bloggers have connected with me in recent times. So read / re-read it and let me know was it worth the time which you have spent in reading…

the ETERNAL tryst

मंजिल  

अकेले ही तुम निकल पड़े ,
कितनी दूर , कहाँ तक जाओगे ?
बैठोगे ज्यों किसी बरगद की छावों  में
मुझे याद कर जाओगे

मैं तेज नहीं चल सकती
मेरी कुछ मजबूरियां हैं
और यह भी सच है, जो मैं सह न सकुंगी
तेरे मेरे दरमियाँ, ये जो दूरिया हैं

कुछ पल ठहरते
तो मेरा भी साथ होता
सुनसान राहों में किसी अपने का
हाथों में हाथ होता

कोई शक नहीं तुम चल अकेले
अपनी मंज़िल को पाओगे
पर देख मुझे जो मुस्कान लबों पे तेरे आती थी
क्या उसे दुहरा पाओगे ?

…….अभय ……..

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ओ मेघा !

 

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Clouds are building up in my city, Clicked it in the morning. A place, from where I love watching rains

ओ मेघा !

अलग सी प्रतीक्षा, अलग सा समां है

है आने को मेघा, सभी हर्षित यहाँ हैं

ओ मेघा!

इस बार मेरे छत के ऊपर

तुम आकर केवल मत मंडराना

जो दूर से आये हो तुम लेकर

उस जल को हम पर बरसाना


सूखी जमीं है, सूखा है तन

पीले पड़े पत्ते, रूखा है मन

ओ मेघा!

इस बार तुम अपनी भीषण गर्जन से

तुम हमे केवल मत डरना

जो दूर से आये हो तुम लेकर

उस जल को हम पर बरसाना


नदियां भी प्यासी, कुँए हैं प्यासे

बूंदों को तरसते, हम भी ज़रा से

ओ मेघा !

इस बार अपनी बिजली की चकाचौंध से

तुम आतिशबाज़ी केवल मत कर जाना

जो दूर से आये हो तुम लेकर

उस जल को हम पर बरसाना

…..अभय….