Sunday 29 December 2019

Hero No Zero

Why Third, why freak
when I am my own nature
compact in all dimensions
the same legs, hands and a face
the sun and moon kiss everyday.
I read and write as the Ganga flows
swift and slow as the mood goes.

Today I am everywhere
Universities, Court benches and all
Yes I fly Mirage and Fire Bazooka
come debate with me in the bed room
I have the same urge to beat passion
Yes I am a Hero but always Third.

To your pity I have contempt
to your charity I spit fire
take me or leave as I am
I am no Third, no freak
I am my tune,
sing me if you can.

Sabita Sahu

Pay Back Time For Vandals

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty

Vandalism in India is very often a heroic feat. In the past marauders and vandal  - invaders   came from Afghanistan, Iran and other places to loot India to their heart's content, destroy places of worship, desiccate religious places, rape as many women as possible and carry thousands for their harems and return emperor style to their kingdoms and places to recount their vandalism and barbarism in heroic epics ghost written by gold - licking slaves. The East -India company, perhaps the first big corporation did the same things as the invaders did with some polish as they were answerable to the masterminds sitting in London. But in independent India  too whenever communal tensions flared up shops were looted and burnt, temples and masjids were decimated and trains, buses govt buildings were given as offerings to the bonfire of hate. But no one was found guilty of those crimes. Governments repaired the damaged assets with taxpayers' money. The vandal was a vote catcher and a prospective candidate for the ruling party.

But for the first time perhaps , the Uttar Pradesh government has taken a bold decision to make the vandals pay for the damages to state and private property after the CAA protest which ended up in violence in many cities of the largest state in India. The Citizenship Amendment Act was passed  in the Parliament  by both Houses to, as the Home Minister says, give citizenship to the refugees and it has nothing to do with the Citizens of India. The protest against the CAA was somewhat inexplicable as the cause did not have either a legal or a moral sting. Some political parties floated rumours that this law is anti- muslim and the idea of India was demolished by the law. The print and electronic media along with the new Lethal toy of social media fuelled the rumours with inflammable chemicals . In U.P, Delhi and Karnataka lumpen elements made the protest pitched battles leading to death of Indians both innocents and conspirators. The Delhi - Karnataka governments however, have not decided to collect fines from the vandals to repair the damages. The UP government has already confiscated the shops and the properties of the vandals and have noticed them to  pay the fines otherwise their properties  would be sold by auction to collect  the fines.

To a sane modern the whole thing appears to be somewhat odd. The identified vandals will certainly go to a court and the political parties and men like MIM chief will leave no stone unturned to prove their innocence in a court of law. The police being the scapegoat may come under fire from both sides of the political divide. I doubt whether the UP govt's stand would be vindicated by the legal temples. But the Kerala High Court in a different case and the Supreme Court of India in cases of a similar nature have given judgments which will support the  UP government's averment.

But a man who believes in Newton's  Third Law may agree to the UP government's intent. If public property could be destroyed to protest against a law made by the Parliament in a democratic country, Why should the tax payer's money be used to make good the losses? Why shouldn't justified moral revenge be accepted as instant law? If a group destroys public property the same group should be responsible for repair and restoration. What is wrong with it? If England and America could take war reparations from Germany after the World Wars why can't the UP govt. take the fines from the vandals? One may argue that England and America and other allied powers had the logic of the Victor: So does the UP govt. Once this happens, maybe in future the violent elements may stay away from burning busses and damaging public property.

The Indian political scene today is so dismal that no party in the Opposition thinks that about the greater good of the country. The parties have their ideologies, which mostly are ineffectual. The world has moved away from the Imperialism of the intellectual or the foxy machinations of a dictatorial state. The events of  Honk Kong are in no way a repetition of the Tiananmen Square. Things are fast moving. No group can armtwist a government to submission nor can blackmail the power group to concede points detrimental to the future of the country. The Rule of Law must prevail in a democracy which does not cater to majority or minority. If you have a pathological hatred for the ruling powers, never try to use that hate to win the love of the rulers. Democracy is a number game, defeat them with numbers not with knives and illegal weapons. The illegal migrants are used as weapons against the system today but the same illegals can drive out all legal frames when their numbers increase. Hence respect the Parliament and respect the Country if you think it is your own.

Sunday 22 December 2019

Draupadi's Revenge


Draupadi  the royal consort
of the  Pandavas, daughter of Fire
vowed never to tie up her hair
until she washed it with
Dushasan's blood.
It was an oath of a woman
scorned, a queen dishonoured
in the open court, vile, brute
strength was challenged
by nobility defiled.
It was a vow for her royal
dignity and feminine pride.

She was true to her words.
Oath was never shaken
in forest or in disguise.
Was her vow to see the
dance of death,
to cause the end of mankind
by her stubborn resolve?
Could she not have
pardoned her offender?
Revenge is unheroic for a woman
rash value snatching away
the natural grace and honour.

History may justify
poets may argue
but humanity should not be
paused by infectious revenge.

You may agree or disagree
your choice, but to rise
above everything like an angel
in bliss, is the moral of history.

Sabita Sahu

Protest


Prafulla Kumar Mohanty

Protest by simplistic logic is dissent or disapproval; against an idea or law or religious - nonreligious value systems. But primarily it stems from a fear of survival constraints. This fear is at the root of all human activities. When the Czarist regime became tyrannical the havenots and suppressed revolted. Revolt, protest, rebellion , dissent are all close cousins. The tyrant too indulges in tyranny out of fear of his own survival. Any protest or revolt against  repression is also survivalist in its core. Therefore what is sacrosanct about protest? All religious teachers propound profound theories to live with some measure of happiness protesting against Nature or the Human Condition. They create gods of exclusive dimensions and often protest against each other's gods. In the pre- enlightenment ages fear induced physicality enforced its own logic only to survive. It was more emotional than intellectual. But when enlightenment dawned Reason was Supreme. Reason gave birth to Science, Humanism and Progress. But reason doesnot have well defined contours true for all ages and climes. The Romantics however, did not accept reason as the panacea of all problems. The French Romantic Symbolist poet Charles Baudelaire wrote, " There are but three groups worthy of respect; the priest, the warrior and the poet. To know, to kill, and to create." But how many human beings of any hue would subscribe to Baudelaire's perception?

In the modern world the State, Politicians and the Executive forces - the Bureaucracy, the Police and the Corporates are the destiny makers. The state is controlled by the politicians and the society by the other two groups. The producers -suppliers have their 'poets', that is innovators, the bureaucracy and politicians have their creative idealism. Religion in this system becomes a subsystem. But what we see today is a clash between the political law makers and the religious lawgivers. The politicians too are in a sense 'religious' groups for they believe in the ideals of certain master thinkers who had protested intellectually ( that is by Reason) against religious ideals. This protest aimed at  replacing the powerful religious Masters by their own Socio- intellectual rebels as they believed in Progress. It was nothing but a power struggle between two different ideologies: One believing  in Love, Submission to the unseen powers controlling human destiny and the other believing in human Power Controlling and guiding man's social destiny. Religious love was replaced by human love of man and the king or the President - Prime Minister took over. In the undeclared war between  Love and Power, the latter won as it became more acceptable for human well being.  But power of any kind is divisive: it is inbuilt, power is always challenged by rival aspirants for power.

What we see today is this clash of power groups, be it religious, political, economic or even racial. The Islamic state tries to push out of existence the Political establishments, Democrats protest against the Republicans, the Labour against the Conservatives, the Liberals against the Nationalists and so on. Today protests manifest in the form of sanctions by the World Power Groups  and terrorism by the weak. In India the Hindu Nationalists try to consolidate the secular values of India in a ruthless manner much to the chagrin of the religious minorities. Since the minorities, especially the Muslims feel threatened by the current power group they protest anything that is said or done by the ruling group. The Congress, Left Parties and others who indulge in appeasement politics have decided to protest laws that are meant for the general wellbeing of this country.

The CAA ( Citizenship Amendment Act) and the proposed National Register of Citizens hold no ghosts or hidden knives but certain groups feel that these laws are against their ideologies. The Muslim population in India is growing whereas Hindus, Sikhs, and Parsies in the  neighbouring Muslim countries have declined exponentially. The Indian administration aims at equal rights, equality of law and uniform civil code. But the minorities cling on to the religious laws and protest against the Government's new initiatives. The opposition takes this protest as an opportunity to overthrow the current political system. Hence protests are fuelled by them to create an atmosphere of unrest.

When protests turn violent the society loses balance. Bloody protest means an undeclared war. Such things are the repetitive features in human history. All these things happen and will happen because there is no Reason controlling human affairs. All protesting groups are motivated by reason only - they argue. But who will decide whose Reason is more life  sustaining?


Sunday 15 December 2019

Does Not Matter


The trees fell arrow struck
like soldiers in the battle field
Kurukshetra, Golgotha-
does not matter.

Flowers bloom in Princess’ garden
like stars in earthly forms
rosy, red, yellow, white-
does not matter.

Million couples marry,
Priest says, go and grow
as if he is the Lord God in heaven
they grew, multiplied-
does not matter.

He cried- hey, stop
life is important don’t jump off
she whimpered what life
he ditched me after holy promise,
I’ve come to lift  you  to my heart
Is your love  lust for my body-
does not matter.

Come, it matters
Love matters
Beauty matters
Death too matters
For life matters.

Sabita Sahu

Buying A Gift

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty

What shall I buy for someone special to me, nay the only one for me whom the sun and moon are not worthy enough as gifts? I was familiar with the gift galleries in the Airports of both my place of departure and the city where I would land in a few minutes, and never liked ever the idea of something expected of a lazy choiceless man to pick up easefully. After I landed and got a prepaid taxi  I settled down to an hourplus ride through jammed roads and dusty air made dustier by eyeless men and women on all sides. After checking in my hotel arranged by my hosts I came out looking for a taxi again to go to the posh  Esplanade ( Chowrangee - Dharamtala) to buy something  special for my love. Gold I cannot give her diamond she does not like: And images of Hindu deities in gold or silver I don't like. So metals were out of my choice box. The other things like cloud, space and juicy spring and wintry warmth have already been given. She likes cricket but not crazy like me, she loves fun and gathering but that is not a gift item. She likes Biryani but I have already promised her to eat together at Nampalli, Hyderabad. O' What a mind boggling situation in a slow moving taxi ! Well a local cotton saree may be of interest to her, a good one smuggled from a neighbouring country with a porous border! But she prefers something less heavy, skin friendly and soft! Ok I'll go for one. I paid the taxi off near a big mall ( suggested by the taxi driver himself ) and walked into it somewhat dazzled by the lights and the fanciful decor. Finally I stood before a stall which I thought was my bountiful destination.
Do you have Tulip cotton? The middle aged man blinked and nodded his head. Do you have skiey silk? The man wanted to avoid me, perhaps and pointed at another stall. I followed his  direction and found the shop. I repeated the same questions and also added a new  one: Do you have Seasonless Sarees in cotton or wool  or silk? The young man said, you will find all these only in Amegha street in Gariahat. But don't you have something here? He brought out a few stocks and said these are Bengal  Sarees, Beneras and Odisha sarees in cotton and silk and these are all season sarees . None titillated my choice but to please him I bought ,what he called, a Jamdani saree : cotton  and cheap. I came back to the hotel as I was tired and hungry.

Next morning  I had my presentation at 10.am and it was over by noon. My hosts gave me a Toyota and said you can move around and go for shopping since your flight is at 7 PM. The driver will drop you at the Airport before 5.30 pm. I thanked them and went for my lunch and planned to go to the Amegha street. In the diner I asked the Manager about the exact location. He said something which I could not follow, but sat in the car and asked the driver - Amegha street.

The moment the car crossed the gate, the driver stopped  as a silent Protest March of the Communists was going on. None dared to move through them. The road was theirs; had to wait for 17 minutes and then taking a left turn  we moved.  The driver parked at a crossing and said Sir, I'll wait here, you come to this spot.  I walked into a big shop and told them to show me exotic sarees. Nothing pleased me. The irate shopkeeper said - You go to Dhakeswari, you will get what you are looking for. I followed the direction and walked and walked. The other pedestrians too said the same thing -  just ahead Sir, please find that red compound and enter. By the time I saw the red sandstone walls I was at the end of my patience. At last when I fronted the structure it was a temple. Someone looked at my suited frame and went on his way . I was not welcome nor  was I inclined to enter. But who is this Dhakeswari and why? Well, everything is divine in this  country . But what gift shall I buy for her here?

I removed my shoes and entered ; asked someone in saffron for the sindur. He gave  me in a bel leaf. I gave him some money and headed back. But after a few minutes I discovered that I was in a different street beyond my recognition. The shops were gone, the crowds were gone. only a few  shops , a diagnostic centre and very few vehicles , mostly bikes, on the road. I looked at the bel leaf, red and shining, the best gift for my love which finally I held  in my hand: but where am I? Am I in my country or what? I asked some persons to tell me from where I had come and how to go back? None could advise me . It was time to head for the Airport. But I did not note down the contact number of the driver. How to contact him? I had my return ticket in my  coat pocket and enough money. In desperation I telephoned my hosts to instruct the driver  to move  towards the Airport and wait for me there with my suitcase. I waved a willing taxi to take me to the Airport and entered the taxi. While trying to leave a sigh of relief I noticed my hands - the bel leaf was not there. My gift was lost.

Sunday 8 December 2019

Midnight Flash


When thunder rolls
night tightens into 
a tough knot of blindness,
I open my hair and wait
for the sky wind
to bring messages -
I don't know from where.

I seem to hear words
endearing and full of
perhaps -love.
When the sky clears
the knot melts away
in the sunshine I listen
to a loud range of
disconsolate rubbish
and then I love the world.

I love the world for -
its mysteries,
its drum shot riddles
and then I discover -
Love.
I rush out with my
flowing hair, coughing,
sneezing and panting
to catch the fleeting words
the sounds and the  silences
of the bygone centuries.

when flowers bloom,
birds  fly in sky,
everyone moves  their way
to be rooted somewhere
I never bother and ignore
all that men and women
loved and hated- I realize
no I was never in love.

Sabita Sahu


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