Friday, 31 December 2021

Loving father with her lame daughter .

 “Temporary pyar tera vaar ho gaya …. “ In between i could hear screaming .For a while ,i put off my ear plug but couldn’t find the source . I again put in “Rovengi mududarne naa heer meriye …je heereyen de haar jeha  yaar kho gaya.  Again the same screaming sound  vibrated ,but this time more closer and deeper as the source is approaching towards me .I stopped , get up from the seat ,rounded my neck and saw ,there was a beautiful girl , wrapping her father all around .With  tight elbows and interlocking necks ,he was like Australian kangaroos, carrying it’s baby .From neck to Down the bottom she was hanging seems as there is no land.She was lame and mentally distorted ,screaming and shouting .Her tooth  greased  with dark browny chocolates ,her lips with stuffed cream and watering mouth , dropping out saliva ,unsensationally. She was cursing, scrapping and nailing her father . But her father keeps on sprucing by  moving his hand over her messy hair and  iterating … beta don’t do … it’s wounding me. We are at airport and people are getting disturbed.But she is physically challenged ,therefore nothing else matters to her as her sufferings are un consumable  . She keeps on doing that  and her father keeps on apologising  for that. At last he made her to sit in lounge and got a bowl of soop . He started pouring it into her mouth  which , half she had been taking in and rest falling down. I keep on observing it till the authority made boarding announcement .

I could see as daughter was handicapped  but father was physically , emotionally and psychologically wrecked . 

The way he was serving her only daughter bringing out how sensitive he had been because of her sufferings and facing the normal world which is more privileged and well equipped as compared their lives.

After boarding flight AI926 , i took out my pen and started pen down every good vibes that i got from that daughter and her father .It was 35000 ft up in the air ,where i could feel life different .Serving people is the greatest love that we can pour as being human .Love that is unconditional ,that brings life and peace within ourselves while pouring it to our beloved .

I stopped writing ,remembering the last loss that i had as loosing organicity of prolong love .



Diu - Indian peninsular territory

 Diu - peninsular territory of india . Ruled by portuguese . The city is called mini goa with sea facing fort ,midwater jail and NAGOA beach .



















Friday, 26 November 2021

The absence

 People from different regions ,culture sharing food ,cooking style ,memes of their own language and making others to understand the better way to live life ,some by talks , some by actions and some by experiences.






Wednesday, 18 August 2021

Marudhara

  Marudhara-As land of goatherds and shepherds. 
 In the morning with sunrise ,the bleating sounds , coming from a small hut ,constitute of shredded shrubs and herbs stalks. The beams of bamboo  extended over the primitive supports of giant wood trunk with slopy ceil  rise to beautiful structures .These structures are maintained as per season and weather conditions  by all shepherds and goatherds  in the different regions of Marudhara.Marudhara ,land with demographic divident ,geopraphic variants availing huge huge eco diversity as part of indian sub continent.In the pastures of southern Rajasthan, shepherds and goatherds are massively found as one of the extensive means of livelihood. Kheer and khetri were two lambs in the small group of 12 goats.Two cans of water, unrest whistling with limited food and shades ,Ganga tend  and rear the pace walk along her cattle. In the extreme summer, along with kheer and khetri in her two arms, she was found on road sides, plains and mountains of Marudhara. Once in a month, the group faces the danger of wild dogs ,therefore she couldn’t leave the kheer and khetri even for a moment .She had to take care of them with being them as one of them. Ganga could see every change of nature, the pace of time from extreme summer to torrential rains and the wild winters to pleasant autumn. Whole day it used be a chase for food ,water and shelter. In parts of region, though various tribes struggles for basic physiological needs of life  but their definitive objective to alive their culture and customs which their ancestors passed on. Once in a month these tribes perform and demonstrate their tradition of living in form of street plays and cultural dances. People from villages gathers to common place called chauraha,but ganga was never found. Her whole day passed behind the cattle to arrange the livestock. This is the struggle of life every goatherds and shepherds faces on daily basis . 


But ganga was a woman in discriminatory culture based on genderism. Her challenges were beyond the physiological life ,inclusive of social rag customs which typically burdens a woman. Even that is not sufficient to crawl her, she was blessed in an unprivileged caste ,which faces social discrimination on routine basis. Several times she had been abused sexually, pinched socially and disregarded occupationally by people, when her goats occupied road sides. But she never had been crude to them, instead greeted as “Kaka abhi banati hoon rasta”.
Ganga was a woman ,who preferred to live a respectful life instead of cursing absruptly .At very early stage ,she left her husband because he was a routine alcohol consumer. Even she suggested him to remarry as she was taking her both children along with her. Her decision embraced her family, which was very much expected in this culture. Her own father refused her as  his belonging. She was left alone with her two children .”Bhanu “,her son at very early stage started supporting her in various domestic activities, arranging food stuffs for his family ,shredding the fodder for little lambs ,pouring water for cattle and sometimes as a laborer in  the period of harvesting of kharif crop. He was one of the child of very different kind .He could feel the toughness of life, her mother had been going through at age of 7.Once ,Bhanu fallen down from a giant tree while shredding leaves to make a feedable fodder out of matrix leaves and stems.That was the last time he was seen. He died as his head collided with tough ground which instantly broke his breath. Ganga  lost his son ,the one who was her hope ,could take out of that tough time. This  wrecked her emotionally for a long period of time. She ,then again started living , making  a family with her daughter while including all 12 goats with kheer and khetri ,which empowered her financially. The pastures of southern regions of Marudhara became  her home which kept her away from being victimized for not following the paddled rules ,which shrinks life to hell, typically for a woman. Though, it was embraced phase of her life ,but her greetings for people of different age group and caste was one of the sign of social maturity. She never constrained herself in offsets of social rituals which reduces a woman to not live a life instead forces to pass it ,which most of woman with similar circumstances would have done. Her greetings  mesmerized people and brought a life to her on later stages of life. Ganga was one of the lady in whole area who owns several lakhs ,earned by her own. She made jewellery of several lakhs for her only daughter for  marriage. She became a woman ,financially affluent and socially meritorious. She inspired several woman by being part of several cooperative social groups, especially set up to empower  woman ,assisting finance to bring small UDHYOG like sieving ,weaving  and grocery shops which could independently run by a woman. She brought education to her daughter ,gifted her a scotty to go to college and acquire higher education which can ease her life.


Ganga could become a mother, whom every daughter wants to be blessed. She could upbring and achieve a respectful life, which most of woman in this culture deprived of. From the land of Marudhara ,she extracted life that confluence of  love, joy and struggle. She always meant life as “jo mila vo kudarat ki den ho sakti hai,kintu use behtar banana humari  koshish honi chahiye,yahi zindagi jine kaa karan hotta hai,varna to kya hi hai. She never exclaimed what she got as destiny, instead tried best to get better. Being another mother to kheer and khetri ,was her profound love for animals.

She died few days ago.The clotted capsules in her blood led her to blood cancer. She remained unwell for short period of time and finally accepted the  dome of soil, where she passed her whole life. She deserted the banks of Chambal and Banas ,plains and pastures of western plateau ,mountains and valleys as part of  marvelous land anciently named as "Marudhara".

The last quoted words from her life -Inbeween first breath and death, the moments we live is life. Love is blissful while hate is painful.

Sunday, 18 April 2021

Love the surroundingworld

Fundamental design of human heart and mind have timely revealed the basic needs and desires of life. Today, we may be in best phase of life, where we may not want interventions of people, their love and emotions. But it assures a time awaited in form of becoming" slave of our own freedom "where the heart and mind would  face a downthumb to all our desires and needs. 

There is no life if there is no one to ask how's the day.  There is no joy if there are no one to discuss, ridhima failed to impress boss, but rohit did it.  There is no peace, if there is no one beside you while sitting on a river side on a cool breeze barren night, the hand you hold ,takes it to heart  and proclaim it as it is something pure that only belongs to you. 

Life is to experience the world as nothing last forever.  We are not that seeds which grow out of graves.
















    

Saturday, 27 March 2021

Mahabaleshwar, hill station maharashtra

Rang badla, roop badla, ugati bhor me  prasang badla.
kapaal ke niche gade nayano me tarang badla. 
bhav badla to kavya badla, man bhave malang badla .
kisso me kaha simatati ho tum, kahaani honi chahiye. 
lafzo me kaha lipatati ho tum,  mezbaani honi chahiye. 
dekh tumhe , sparsh yeh paa kr, man malhaar ho raha hai... 
fursat se fasari iss fulwaari me, anokha didaar ho raha hai. 
belo se ladi ,saagwaan se sajji, shrawan shringhaar liye, muje to tumse pyaar ho raha hai. 
van veelin in vaadiyo me waqt tham saa gaya. 
yunhi nahi tumhare yowan kaa kayal hoon,
dubara aankh khuli aur me  tum me simat saa gaya. 






    

Relationship is more to be actioned rather than just talks.

वडोदरा से मुंबई की यात्रा के दौरान मेरी मुलाकात एक बुजुर्ग व्यक्ति हिरणभा परमार से हुई। वह अकेले सफर कर रहे थे। उन्होंने मुझसे अपने फोन में ...