Monday, 20 July 2015

 धंधा मंदा तो गुस्से में बंदा !

'हाँ भाई, जल्दी बोल के चाइए तन्ने! थैली लाया है ना, येल्ले आपणा दूध.…खुल्ले पैसे ना लाया तू आज भी, चल बाकी के पैसे पकड़!' चार सिक्के खन्न से काउंटर पे गिरे. 'भाया अब जरा साइड को होल्ले।'
'हाँ जी मैडम जी ये लो दही, छाछ और दूध. आपके बने 107 रुपये और ये लो बाकी 13 रुपये,' सिक्के दही-दूध से गमकते काउंटर पर लगभग फेंकते हुए दुकानदार बोला.
'क्यों भाई, आज बहुत गर्मी है क्या?' मैं ने हलकी मुस्कराहट के साथ उस से पूछा।
'ना मैडम, आज ते घणी बारिश हुई सै. क्यों पूछ रही हो आप?'
मैं ने पहले पीछे मुड़ के देखा, कोई लाइन में खड़ा ना देख मैं ने कहा, 'भाई, आप गुस्से में क्यों हो आज?'
'ना जी, गुस्से ना हूँ जी!' थोड़ा शर्मिंदा होते हुए वो साफ़ काउंटर को कपड़ा मारने लगा।
'वो लोग खुल्ले पैसे ना लाते फिर झिकझिक करते हैं, धंधा ख़राब होता है मैडम। जगह-जगह डेरी खुल गयी है तो धंधा वैसे ही मंदा चल रहा है.'
'अच्छा भाई, एक वैनिला आइसक्रीम की ब्रिक और एक बड़ा चॉकलेट कप दे दो.' मैं ने डेढ़ सौ रुपये उसे और पकड़ाए।
'चॉकलेट कप तो आज है ना मैडम, और कोई दे दूँ?' वैनिला ब्रिक को मेरे बैग में डालते हुए दुकानदार ने पूछा। ग्राहक को खाली हाथ लौटाना धंधे के उसूलों के खिलाफ है ये उसके अंदर का व्यापारी अच्छी तरह जानता था।
'तो जो आप को पसंद है वो ही दे दो आप.'
'तो मैडम, आप ये नया मैंगो संडे ले जाओ, बहुत टेस्टी है.'
'ये लो भाई, आज ये मैंगो संडे आप मेरी तरफ से खाओ, चिल करो और वादा करो कि अब गुस्सा नहीं करोगे, पैसे और सामान ग्राहक को फेंक के नहीं दोगे!'

Sunday, 19 July 2015

बारिश 

क्या होती है बारिश?

आकाश से टिप टिप टपकती चांदनी सी बूँदें,
और भीगी मिट्टी की सोंधी महक है बारिश,
काले बादलो के साये तले झाँकती झिलमिल अरुणिमा,
झूमते पेड़ों की लहलहाती पत्तियों की सरसराहट,
भीगे पंछियों का पंख झटकना, फड़फड़ाना,
और बिजली कड़कते ही बच्चे का डरकर माँ से लिपट जाना है बारिश.

क्या होती है बारिश?
                           Image courtesy: forum.chatdd.com

नदी-नालों में तैरती नन्ही मछलियाँ है बारिश,
और पानी से सराबोर नाली में तैरती कागज़ की नाव,
खिड़की से हाथ बाहर निकाले चुन्नू की तरबतर कमीज,
नहर के पानी में डुबकी लगाते नौजवानों की खिलखिलाहट,
घास में कीड़े-मकोड़े चुगती चुलबुली चिड़िया की चूँ चूँ,
और सूखे पेड़ों पे उगती नई कोपलों की उमंग भरी किलकारी है बारिश।
                                   Image courtesy: flickr.com

क्या होती है बारिश?

सवारी को मंज़िल तक सूखा पहुँचाते रिक्शावाले की अपने सूखे हाड़ को
छिदे हुए प्लास्टिक से ढकने की नाकाम कोशिश है बारिश,
किसानों के मुरझाये चेहरों की मुस्कान है बारिश,
चाक में बहती मिटटी के संग बहते कुम्हार के अरमान है बारिश,
छाते बनाने वालो के धंधे की शान है बारिश,
गरीब की खपरैली मड़ैया की टूटी छत से बहती अविरल धार है बारिश।

क्या होती है बारिश?

कोयले की आँच में भुनते भुट्टे की मीठी खुशबू ,
नई फसल का टखने भर पानी में रोपा हुआ धान है बारिश,
सरसों के तेल में डले मिर्ची-प्याज़ के पकौडे और
अदरक-इलायची वाली मसाला चाय है बारिश,
एक ही छाते तले सिमटते प्रेमी-युगल की उंगलियो की नर्म छुअन
और दिल में सुलगते अनूठे अहसास है बारिश।

क्या होती है बारिश?

बचपन की बिसराई यादों का यकायक फिर उमड़ आना है बारिश,
किसान के बच्चों की उम्मीद है बारिश,
नए नवेले ख्वाबों का राग है बारिश,
जाने कितने शायरों की नज़्म है बारिश,
प्यासी धरती की बिछड़ी सखी है बारिश,
समझ सके जो, उसके लिए जीवन का संगीत है बारिश,

दुनिया बनाने वाले की मेहर है बारिश!

Thursday, 9 July 2015

What's wrong with Hema Malini's tweet about the father of the deceased girl and driver of Alto car not following traffic rules?
That it is a tweet!
And media!
Most people, and media of course, believe that it was actually Hema Malini's driver who was overspeeding and are accusing her of deserting the girl and other injured people, although the facts are yet to be verified by the police.
Media was guilty of hyperventilating then, as usual.
For more eye balls and TRP.
Hema was also injured in the accident and hence she can't be blamed for not taking the girl and her family members to the hospital with her. It was the duty of those escorting her to hospital, to have taken the other injured to the bigger and better equipped Fortis hospital, instead of wasting precious time by taking them to the smaller Dausa hospital.
But media chose to hold Hema responsible for the little girl's death.
Of course it was her car and her driver, so she should have instructed him to be careful and drive within speed limits, for their own safety too. But media and public should have been empathetic to her also, not because she is a celebrity politician, but because she was also injured and dazed.
Media is equally guilty of hyperventilating now.
In hospital, Hema and her family were reported to have offered all help to the aggrieved family.
Out of hospital, Hema Malini tried to clear her name by speaking up against the deceased girl's father in media.
And media, as usual, lapped up her tweet.
For more eye balls and TRP.
Moral of the story: Jo bhi karna hai kar, just don't share with media or on Twitter!

#HemaMaliniAccident
I watched this year's IAS topper Ira Singhal's interview with Ravish Kumar two days ago on NDTV.
Many congratulations to the gutsy girl and her parents!
A very inspirational story of strong will power and dedication but a few of her statements struck a discordant note :
1. She doesn't read Hindi newspapers, ' ye to aise Hi hain' but her educated English-speaking Mom reads. 
2. She reads only English novels and would never throw them away but she has thrown away her text and
reference books after getting selected in IAS as the books have no use any longer
3. Her belief in astrology and that she will definitely become IAS.
4. Her statement that she has roamed around the streets of Delhi with her girlie gang or mixed groups till 4 in the morning and the city is very safe....Good of her to say that but when she said 'ye to ladkiyo ke apne oopar hai ' she also displayed the same misogynistic outlook that tells women and girls to dress up in a particular manner to not 'invite ' and 'ask for ' getting molested and raped.
Now to presume that she said this so that females are careful about their safety, how safe is roaming on city streets all night for not only females but males too? Armed robberies and murders, if not molesation and rapes, can always happen anywhere !
And did her english newspapers and news channels never report rape of infants and old women ?
To think that women with such elitist and confused state of mind are toppers and our future policy makers whose dream it is to serve the nation and its women....
What say guys and especially girls?

Friday, 3 July 2015

DILEMMA
As a starry-eyed young bride, fresh out of grad college, Naina was setting up her marital home in a new city, far away from the cosy cocoon of her parental home.  Despite the initial excitement and euphoria of rituals, celebrations and honeymoon at a plush south india hill station resort, she had butterflies in her stomach as she alighted at the railway station with her husband of fifteen days.
Pampered as a little princess, Naina-literally the apple of their eyes-had been supported by her parents in all her hobbies and interests. A curious knowledge seeker, an avid reader and a keen debator, she had always been an assertive but not overly aggressive person. Despite being a stauch supporter of female independence, she pursued a balanced outlook towards her marital life. So when her in-laws seemed rather unwilling that their daughters-in-law pursued a job, she accepted their suggestion to remain a homemaker.
Arranged marriages are not the best in terms of pre-marriage interaction between a girl and a boy. Naina also had her share of apprehensions and misgivings about life with her new  husband. But moments of love and laughter, misunderstandings and disagreements spiced up their life. Fun and fury took turns to remove monotony and dullness. Swallowing their ego, smiling, apologizing and making up to each other irrespective of who was wrong, brought them closer.
He was her family now.
But she still missed her family.
It was not the era of mobile phones or computers. Letters brought news of happy and sad occasions, ailments and awards, celebrations and mournings. She longed to be with her family-her parents and her siblings, their families on all such occasions. Physical distance could not distance her heart from them. She regretted her inability to be with them, share their joys and sorrows, nurse them in their old age.
It's not that her husband prevented her from visiting them, societal norms frowned upon married daughters visiting their maiden home frequently.
Life went on. Children strengthened the bond between the couple.
With the passage of time, a lot of things changed. Mobile phones and video chats bridged the distance between people, across cities, nations, continents.
Naina and her husband brought up their daughter and son as equals. Both acquired professional degrees and became self-sufficient. Both were imparted all necessary life skills-cooking, cleaning, washing up, buying groceries. Both were given the freedom and the skills, and encouraged to take their own decisions whether they were regarding their profession or their life partner.
Times had really changed.
Or had they?
Daughters leaving their families after marriage had not!
When it was time for her daughter to take a crucial decision regarding her marriage, Naina was in a dilemma.....should she 'give away' her daughter in 'Kanyadaan' to a man who was her equal in every sense-education, profession, salary, wisdom? Should she really encourage her daughter to forget her family in order to embrace her new family? Or should she hold her daughter close, not motivating her to bond with her marital family lest she should forget her own parents? Would her son-in-law treat them as his new parents and support them as a son would?
Shouldn't she guide her daughter to strike a balance between her two families?
But a few years down the line, would she be able to refuse 'Kanyadaan' for her daughter-in-law too? Would she be able to encourage her son's wife to devote equal time to her parental family too? Would she be able to guide her to strike a balance between her two families? Would she encourage her son to treat his wife's parents as his own and support them as a son would?

Equality demands equality between husband and wife.
Equality demands equality for sons and sons-in-law.
Equality demands equality for daughters and daughters-in-law.

Would Naina dare...to take the Road Not Taken?

More importantly, would the new generation dare?