Saturday, September 22, 2012

Bharat Bhagya Vidhata

Yesterday I have gap shap with some children of class seventh. They study in St. Joseph School, only English medium school of Rihand Nagar. In the evening near auditorium I found them with tiffin boxes in their hand. As I already knew some of them, I approached them to have some gap sap.
"What are you doing here?"
"SSG classes."
"For what?"
"It is a foundation classes."
The term seemed unusual for me, a little inquiry revealed that foundation classes is basically a classroom coaching for preparing students for ensuring success in IIT entrance exam. I amused, when they should pass through foundation of values, ethos, culture and love for country to widen their knowledge for making a complete, matured human being; they are given training for to know what is IIT and how to crack it. I knew these courses will only misguide them and will make them weak in study. 
"So, you all want to go in IIT."
"Ya, it is true."
"But is it necessary for doing foundation classes at this very early age. I don't think so."
All were started looking at me. When I told them, I have studied in IIT. Some of them amazingly asked,"Are you from IIT?" Those who knew this mocked at others for their ignorance. Really children say what come in their mind. After some gap shap, they started saying they don't like coming SSG. Unknowing they got enrolled here, and so now they are bound to attend.
"Will you debate?"
"Yes I will do." Some were confused over this sentence. I will help you in getting good guidance for becoming good debaters. When I told them it is time for you to stay good in mathematics and other subjects, but simultaneously develop other traits of life, they all appreciated this idea. Creativity makes life beautiful. They all seemed enthusiastic. 
When I asked them what you want to become in life. Traditionally they replied. 
"I will go in IIT and then become IAS officers." said one and the other and almost most of them. Really Indian have not come out from feudal mind set, although they are well educated. All want to rule and none of them aspire to make life beautiful.
"I will go in IIT and then will join ISRO." told one of them. He wanted to become scientist. "You should go in IIT, study hard there, join some reputed university of the world, work in some reputed research lab and then come back here in India, then you will be able to serve the country better. 
After some gap shap, I just proposed to visit nearby villages, meet people and learn the society, if you want to become renowned IAS officer. "Mammi will not allow us to go outside the campus." So, you all are frightened from villagers. "Yes" all told in a single voice.
If you have fear from villagers, if you can't meet people, how will you develop compassion for them which will refine your life to become good IAS officers, scientists. Anyway there is nothing to fear from villagers. It is quite probable some of them are not good, but still they will love you. When you will take my name or mention the name of my team mates, they will love you and they will also protect you. 
After completion of primary school, I found out one good high school was located six kilometer away from my home. Till then, none of my villagers had gone there for education. I put the idea to my friends. Although that school would have been only three Km away from their villages, they all have notional fear that students of that school were very dirty, infested with criminal minds and bully those who were from far off places and hence refused to take that step. On those days I used to be the weakest among my friends. Yet I have nothing to fear in my mind. I just took my bicycle and went there. My father also reached, he got me enrolled. The six months which I spent there was very memorable in my mind. "Shyam Sundar" was adored by all. My friends used to take me at their homes and in that way I saw about ten villages of my area, some of them infested with Ranveer Sena and the other with Naxalism. Although I was physically weak, my legs were trembling when asked to speak publicly, but I was too vocal to spread the Idea of India among my friends. Some Muslim children were coming there. Sometimes they are mocked by Brahmin students. After getting in my touch they were befriended. It is my observation that if you have fear, you will never get real knowledge, you will not get real friends and you certainly can not serve your country well. Rihand Nagar is really good place for learning, for making ethos, but this could not be achieved by restricting students going outside, meeting people. Parents should assist them, guide them to understand society and facilitate them to interact them, organize some programs for village kids. This is good opportunity for children in Rihand Nagar. Fortunately Prayas Team and Sewa Kunj Ashram could play a great role in this endeavor.

"Make your son strong. Make him complete." "He will certainly bring honour for your family."
George Pancham was not the Bharat Bhagya Vidhata. A strong, sensible child is Bharat Bhagya Vidhata.  
Jai ho!
Bharat Bhagya Vidhata!





 



बाउंड्री के उस पार

" मैं", बाउंड्री के उस पार रहता हूँ.
अचंभित! समझ के पड़े था यह पता.
मैला-कुचला कपड़ा, बेबस निगाहें.
हाथ में झाड़ू, और यह रुखा सा जबाव
समझ के बिलकुल पड़े.
"हा साहबजी, हम लोग बाउंड्री के उस पार रहते हैं. "
फिर अचम्भा! यह कौनसी बाउंड्री?
"साहबजी हमलोग बाउंड्री के बाहर ही रहते आये हैं."
"आपको पता नहीं."
"साहबजी यह किसी को पता नहीं"
"पता क्यूँ करें, क्यूँ पड़ेसानी मोल ले."
"साहबजी, पर  एक बात हैं, आज के बाउंड्री और तब के बाउंड्री में थोड़ा अंतर हैं."
"पहले दिलों में बाउंड्री थी, गॉव कस्बों के हासियें पर रहा करता था. पर  था गॉव का ही."
और अब?
"दिलों में भी बाउंड्री हैं. और जमीन पर मोटी दीवारों की. और मैं कहीं का  नहीं."
अचम्भा, जितना जबाव दो, उतना ही समझ से पड़े.
भाई जान, मैं ठहरा सीधा सादा, दुनिया से बेखबर.
घुमाओ मत, जरा सीधी बात बताओ.
"सुन सकोगे बाउंड्री की कहानी, तो सुनो.
"बाउंड्री भारत को बाँटती हैं.
जाती के आधार पर नहीं, धर्म के आधार पर नहीं, और न ही राजनीती पे. 
बाउंड्री बांटती है, काम के आधार पर.
बाउंड्री के उस पार दिमाग लगाते, कलम चलाते.
बाउंड्री के इस पार, झाड़ू लगाते, शरीर खपाते.
उस पार  ! पक्के, सजे  कतारों में बने घर.
 इस पार ! टूटे-फूटे टीनों की चारदीवार, इधर उधर बिखरे हुए.
उस पार ! बाग़ बगीचा, कृत्रिम झरने और मनभावन पार्क
इस पार ! जंगल झाड़ झुड़मुट, और कीचड़ की परात
उस पार ! झील हैं, तालाब हैं, जहाँ खुसबू बिखरी फूलों की
इस पार ! गदीला तालाब, जहाँ बदबू फैली मैलों की.
उस पर ! कॉन्वेंट स्कूल हैं, अच्छे शिक्षक हैं, बच्चे पढ़ते कलरव करते हैं.
इस पार ! स्कूल का पता नहीं, जो भी था उजड़ गया, बच्चो का भविष्य थम गया.
उस पार ! शौपिंग सेंटर, सब दिन मेले लगते हैं.
इस पार ! दीवारों से टंगी एक छोटी सी दुकान.
उस पार ! क्लब हैं, सितारा होटल हैं, शैम्पेन  की बोतलें टनटनाती  हैं.
इस पार ! देसी दारू की भट्टी हैं, पी के धुत्त मस्ताने हैं
उस पार ! मंदीर मस्जिद और गिरिजाघर हैं.
इस पार ! बेचारों के भगवान् का अता पता नहीं."
मन बिचलित होने लगा.
करूणा, दया उमड़ने लगी.
बस खुद को लाचार बेबस पाया
अब बस करो भाई, अब और सुन न पाउँगा.
महात्मा गाँधी के सपनों के भारत को बँटते देख न पाउँगा
अब मैं चलता हूँ, ईश्वर से आपके भले की कामना करता हूँ.
"रुक जाओं भाई, मेरी विनती सुनते जाओ.
नयी कविता रची हैं, इसे पूरा सुनते जाओ."
मैं तेजी से भागा, पर वह माना नहीं.
कवी की वेदना! चिल्ला चिल्ला कर सुना रहा था
"उस पार ! बिजली हैं, चकमक हैं, बिजली दिल्ली को जाती हैं.
इस पार ! घोर अँधेरा हैं, कोलाहल हैं, डिबिया की टिमटिमाती लौ  के लिए कटोरी भर तेल कहा से लौऊँ .