Her death… the death of issues?

I am ashamed, I am surprised, I am unable to express my feelings. Her death is not a single case of rape victim’s death, but it is the ‘news’, which creates many news, raises many issues. Spoiled media people’s happy sleep since the day it has come to the light. After her death, big wigs of our country’s politics ‘expressing their grief’. All prime roads are closed, metros are going to stop service, and who knows how many things will happen to avert last Sunday’s incident. It shows that country has enough number of security persons to protect (if our own ‘very respective government want’) people. It means if they want they can actually tight the security for people’s benefit and their safety. But sadly, they only envelop the city with great security system when it is a matter of their own ‘safe life’. The situation is worse if it is a matter of women safety and rising crimes against women not only in the capital but also in the entire country.

The Indian politics, which is the main source of bread and butter of people like us, every day gives birth many surprising issues or news but this time it looks even tired with the heavy load of issues that came after the gang-rape of this 23-yr old paramedic in a moving bus in South Delhi. ‘Congressists’ to Communists every one took their own responsibility to give speeches and bites on this issue! I am surprised how many of them will come forward with all these issues now after the death?  And what will do the ‘dented and ‘painted’ (according to Mr. Abhijeet Mukherjee) protesters? Will they come again and again to raise the issue and to give Mr. Mukherjee’s satirical remark an appropriate answer?  

Do media will perform its real roll and coming with issues that need to resolve now or will they wind up those issue after the death of this young girl thinking that it is not ‘contemporary now’? These issues were lying in cold store since a long time and came in front after decades only after the brutal incident came in the light. Will these ‘now’ much-discussed and ‘front page’ news end with the death or the sorrowful demise of the girl will spark the movement much bigger, much affective?

No place for us!!

A day that started with the news of brutal killing of a pregnant woman by her 'beloved' husband who forcibly delivered her and later threw the body of both baby and mother in a Rajasthan village.
The man was drunk when he did this devil's work. There were not a single sign of regreat on his face even when he was addressing the press outside the police station.
Cut to the southern part of the country; Kerala-once the most educated state of India, a 13-yr old girl refused to go home from school and told a horror story of abuse.
The girl was raped by her own father, uncle and 15-yr old elder brother for over two years.
Both the incident was the example of much-discussed and 'very common' incident of crime against women in our shining India in this 21st century. How many people will remember
these two incidents.After watching the news they will switch off the TV and will engage themselves in their daily routine. These are not a separate incidents at least not
in my profession where days starts with rape, abuse and ends with honour killings. But today was different as the day haunted me even when I was loaded with work.
In both the incidents victims were victimised at their own home and by their own people. Father, husband, brother- those most reliable realtionships which were meant to
protect those ill-fated girls, actually spoiled and killed them.
Why our society, which worships women in the name of Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswati and others is not ready to respect us as  a common human. Why our society can not understand
that we are also combination of flesh and bloode . We also feel physical and mental pain. But even now when we girls have proven our skills in every area of profession and also managing
our personal life with smile and stamina then also society is not even ready to give us our own place.


Every day when we travel in bus or visit crowded area, a fear always haunt us that may an unnamed hand touch our private body parts. Generally we  avoid that touch and try our best to keep ourselves stay away from that unnamed hands. It haunts us even when when we are sleeping.

  

Seeking a reply!

We always talk over phone when I am in professional trouble

I just call you up or sent you a text, even sometime a mail

You reply urgently amidst your thousand ton of work load.

I know you are my savior in my profession.

Without thinking twice I can message you to help me out to take right decision in wrong time.

You reply always.

To motivate me towards my work which I love the most, you are always a phone call away.

But what if I want to share the hot summer of my place and the leaves which has just fallen from the tree, its pain after become alone

Or maybe it’s my recently completed novel and my tears for the main protagonist woman of the book?

Will you hear all my madness and give me the place and space to share my all happiness and sorrowful cry with you?

Now I want to tell you, here its monsoon now, but I can’t enjoy it without something or may be some one.

I want to sing my favorite song with you only. I want to hear the MaghMallar while touching your finger.

Here its dark cloud in sky, I am sending the letter through ‘Megh dutaam’ to you

A letter to you, monsoon....

An open but secret love letter to you monsoon

Open because any one can read it, but secretly we- u and me will share our feelings.

Monsoon, you are always my first crush, I believe

When I was a kid, I used to try my best to make a paper boat with friends

But never became successful, but I tried my best to give a love gift which will floats on your chest

And through my unfinished boat I wanted to send my eternal love to you

You never disappointed me

From the balcony of my school I eagerly tried to find out my paper love on you

And… finally I discovered that it was trying its best to send my messages to you..

Then I crossed my naughty childhood days and entered into the teenage era of life.

The time when life become so dramatic that we see the World with the colorful glass.

Then also, you were my only permanent lover… amongst other small natural crushes, my feelings for you were the only true love in my love…oh,,,its not a joke..I agree that there were other worldly humans and fictitious character in my dream, but only to you I gave the permanent address in my heart.

From my window, I waited for your touch in my fingers. I gave my complete energy to welcome you. I sang all my favourite songs…and expressing my arms I waited till drop of your love came to kiss me through a drop of rain.

It will never end, Today even, when I am sitting with some extremely worst people in my tough period of time, you came and made me happiest,,

There are so many words I have written and more are in my heart for you..

Whenever I saw in the corner of sky that you are coming, an unknown smile comes to my face.

  

A letter from your true lover and best friend

J

Meri awaz...jo kisi ne nei suna...

में देख सकती हूँ तुम सबको सरको पे चलते हुए, पानी में विगते हुए कवी दोस्त का हाथ पकर के
कवी अकेले
में महसूस कर सकती हूँ इस धरती की मीठी एहे साँस को
बहती हुई हवा जो हमारी साँस बन जाती है
में महसूस कर सकती हूँ वो सब
 पर तुम मुझे नि जानते हो
किउंकि में तुम लोगो की तरह इन्सान की आकृति नि पी
में एक कवी न जनम लेने वाली कन्या हूँ
मेरे व् कुछ सपने थे
माँ के शारीर में पलते हुए ही मैंने दुनिया को निहार न शुरू किया था
उनकी आँखों से
सोचती थी इस खुले असमानों में में व् साँस लुंगी
स्कूल फिर कॉलेज जाउंगी
जीने की बहत ज्यादा  ख्वाइश थी मुझे
माँ के आँखों से कोशिश करती थी सूरज की किरणों की ताप लेने की
जब पहेली सूरज की रौशनी खिरकी से घर में झांकता था
में तो खिल ल्हिला के हस उठती थी
पर किसीने मेरी हसी की आवाज सुनी ही नि
पर माँ को शायद महसूस होती थी मेरी झरना जैसी हसी की आवाज
वो डरती थी.
उसके हर रात बिना नींद की गुजर ती थी
वो सोचती आपने ही मन में मेरे पहले वाले बहनों के बारे में, जो कवी नि देख पाई थी धरती में गिरती हुई सूरज की किरण
जिन्हें व् मेरी तरह मार दिया था मेरे आपनो ने
में सुन सकती थी मा की आवाज
बेटी हूँ ना!
मा के दर्द को केसे नि समझू!
 में आपने ना बोले शब्दों में मा को समझती थी.
बोलती थी मा इस बार थोड़ी सी हिम्मत कर लो..
मुझे नि जाना किसी हॉस्पिटल के दुस्त्बिं में
मा में जीना चाहती हूँ
....पर मा तुम कुछ नि कर पाए..मेरे आपनो ने ही मुझे तुम्हारे शारीर से जबरदस्ती निकल दिया..
जेसे एक पैर को जर से निकल ते है.
जैसे ख़राब हो जाने वाला शारीर के अंश को कट देते है..
तुम सबने मुझे निकल क फेक दिया
पर में तो कोई शारीर क अंश नि हूँ
में तो खुद एक शारीर हूँ
बेटी हूँ तुम सबकी
आगे जाके किसी की बहिन, किसी की माँ बन सकती थी
मेरी आवाज़ तुम ने सुना नि
कल भी nehi
नही अज...

বসন্ত ফিরে এস...না

বসন্ত ছিল তোমার হারানো বইয়ের পাতায়, যে   পাতা টা আমি খুঁজে পেয়েছিলাম ঘর বদলাবার সময়

 

ওহ তোমায় বলা হয় নি, আমি বদলে ফেলেছি ঘরটা

যত আসবাব ছিল সব গুলো একে একে পাল্টে ফেলেছি

পুরনো বই গুলো আর  উল্টে দেখি না

সমস্ত স্মৃতি যেখানে যেখানে তুমি,সব উপরে ফেলেছি

এখন আমি স্বাধীন

আমি এখন আমার জন্য বাঁচি

আমার কাছে তোমার কোনো অস্তিত্ব নেই

সবাই জানে আমি 'অন্যরকম'

আমি খুশি

কিন্তু ঠিক কাল সন্ধের বসন্তের এলোমেলো হাওয়া

এসে গোল মাল করে দিল সব কিছু..

বসন্ত আমি তোমায় চাই না..

তুমি কেন  ফিরে ফিরে আসো এখানে

এখানে সব দরজা বন্ধ,

এখানে দরজায় ভারী পাথরে চাপা পরে আছে যা তার ধুলো ঝেড়ে ফেল না

বড় যন্ত্রনা হয়

বসন্ত তুমি বুঝবে না..

Walking towards destination

Walking since the early morning, morning, when Sun also was not ready to get up

No he is not lazy, I was in hurry may be

When I walked a lot and reached in an unknown place

Birds started singing their song

Ah! What a sweet song I ever heard

I felt delighted, forgot all my pain

Pain, which I got while walking towards my destination...

How difficult to decide a destination, but walking towards it

is also not very easy.

When I started, it was a dark forest in front of me

Now, if I look behind me

I observe a broad lane which I created while traveled.

I am ready to create road, I have my axe in my hand

I am determine

I am confident

Future, you know the result of present

I only have faith on me

Don’t care about future,

Making present more fruitful is more necessary … 

Song of Spring!

I know, you left me alone
I know you went, where I have no idea or don't want to know your destination.
The truth is you left me..left me with nothing but few moment
Those moment, while I followed your every step silently
and tried to recognize the  fragrance of ur perfume, which not only hit my nose but somewhere in my heart too.
I Tried my best to understand all your gestures and the reason behind it,
... I smiled with your few comments..
But you never recognized...
All those seconds , and minutes with excitement I nurture now, when
The Sun going towards his home after day long job, when the new leaves are indicating that spring is here, and rest of the nature involve to well come the season...

I am alone with ur thought
U left me alone with nothing but few moment...

Illegal attested business threats law in the capital

In the heart of our capital, near the Patel Chowk metro station,illegal attested is a successfully running business. Any unaware person can easily identify what’s going on in the back space of small eating points in the Ashoka road. But if you feel trouble to get attested your important documents and have no idea what to do? Road side eating points' owner will give you a prompt solution of your crisis.

The most secured vicinity in the capital is the Sansad Marg, Ashoka road, and nearby areas. But surprisingly with the umpteen numbers of difficulties in the city, this forgery business also exists in this over secured areas with full swing.

Just opposite the ‘Dak Bhawan’ in busy week days, while people are in different purpose and different mood- walking and running, you can easily discover a person (name not identified) sitting in the back side of a food court along with a table and various type of  stamps. He and his associate, both are master to copy the signature of any of the Class -1 government officer. According to the importance of the ‘customer’s’ choice, they attested their copies. It is not very surprise that they charge minimum Rs.100 per copies.  If you start bargaining with them they will refuse to do your work. But the most surprising incident is that, if all the shopkeepers and the local people have knowledge about this illegal activity, why not our law makers have an ear to hear this loud noise of this unlawful business. Is it because they does not visit the road and near by areas by walking, or is it because they refuse to hear the noise of this illegal trading? 

It is not very tough to get attested from any of the class-1 officer in ‘Dak Bhavan’. One can easily get it from the 2^nd floor of this building. But in spite of this easy act, they take part in an illicit work. Is not this the corruption in individuals? To make country corruption free need to destroy corrupt thought from country men’s mind also.

Swmai Vivekananda, women liberty: Modern India

Swami Vivekananda always said that, in a country like India the condition of the half of the citizen is horrible, and the main agenda of a civilized society should be to improve its countrymen’s condition. The very significantly Vivekananda indicates women of our society as the ‘half’ part of the society. Probably for the very first time, women were addressed as the ‘citizen’ of India.  Rammohan and Vidyasagar did a lot for the female parts of the society and tried their best to make better their life. Both the noble personality actually contributes their whole life to provide women a better life in the society. Despite of all their efforts and some remarkable fight with the then conservative part of the society, women couldn’t get the ‘citizen’ remark. Vivekananda started from here. Amidst his lifelong numerous amazing works the young saint also planted the seed of citizen right of the women.

It is not true that, before Swami’s evocation to give female their citizen right, there was no change in their scenario. The condition of women started change with Vidyasagr and Rammohan’s hand.  But the concept to feel women as the half of citizen in the country was new for them and also new for their male counterpart.

In pre independence India, people of the country then was engaged in the independence movement to free their ‘Mother India’. The independence of mother, sister with flesh and blood was far beyond in their thought. Vivekananda first put the thought in their countrymen’s mind. Somehow this thought channelized among the ‘half citizen’ of the country, which reached in the concept of today’s women liberty.

The present scenario is obvious quite different from the Vivekananda’s decade.  It is true that the modern concept of women liberty which follows the concept of feminism in our country is far away from his theory. But it is true that he actually created the field where latter the improved idea of women liberty has come.

Very often we give credit west to bring the ideas such as ‘Feminism’ ‘Women liberty’ in our country, but the history carries the truth that, we actually started the preparation few times before.

In his 150^th birth anniversary, if we try to understand this young saint’s life and work, we can rediscover our Nation and its prosperous history.