Am sharing my favourite poem by Shree Ramdhari Singh Dinkar, whose birthday is today. It’s in Hindi and one of his classics.
Ramdhari Singh known by his pen name Dinkar, was a poet, essayist, patriot and academic, who is considered one of the most important modern Hindi poets. He remerged as a poet of rebellion as a consequence of his nationalist poetry written in the days before Indian Independence. His poetry exuded veer rasa (poetry which arouses bravery) and he has been hailed as a Rashtrakvi (‘national poet’) on account of his inspiring patriotic compositions. He is hailed to be a popular and connected to poetry lovers for Hindi speakers.
वर्षों तक वन में घूम-घूम, बाधा-विघ्नों को चूम-चूम, सह धूप-घाम, पानी-पत्थर, पांडव आये कुछ और निखर। सौभाग्य न सब दिन सोता है, देखें, आगे क्या होता है।
मैत्री की राह बताने को, सबको सुमार्ग पर लाने को, दुर्योधन को समझाने को, भीषण विध्वंस बचाने को, भगवान हस्तिनापुर आये, पांडव का संदेशा लाये।
दो न्याय अगर तो आधा दो, पर, इसमें भी यदि बाधा हो, तो दे दो केवल पाँच ग्राम, रक्खो अपनी धरती तमाम। हम वहीं खुशी से खायेंगे, परिजन पर असि न उठायेंगे!
दुर्योधन वह भी दे ना सका, आशीष समाज की ले न सका, उलटे, हरि को बाँधने चला, जो था असाध्य, साधने चला। जब नाश मनुज पर छाता है, पहले विवेक मर जाता है।
हरि ने भीषण हुंकार किया, अपना स्वरूप-विस्तार किया, डगमग-डगमग दिग्गज डोले, भगवान कुपित होकर बोले- ‘जंजीर बढ़ा कर साध मुझे, हाँ, हाँ दुर्योधन! बाँध मुझे।
यह देख, गगन मुझमें लय है, यह देख, पवन मुझमें लय है, मुझमें विलीन झंकार सकल, मुझमें लय है संसार सकल। अमरत्व फूलता है मुझमें, संहार झूलता है मुझमें।
उदयाचल मेरा दीप्त भाल, भूमंडल वक्षस्थल विशाल, भुज परिधि-बन्ध को घेरे हैं, मैनाक-मेरु पग मेरे हैं। दिपते जो ग्रह नक्षत्र निकर, सब हैं मेरे मुख के अन्दर।
दृग हों तो दृश्य अकाण्ड देख, मुझमें सारा ब्रह्माण्ड देख, चर-अचर जीव, जग, क्षर-अक्षर, नश्वर मनुष्य सुरजाति अमर। शत कोटि सूर्य, शत कोटि चन्द्र, शत कोटि सरित, सर, सिन्धु मन्द्र।
Wishing you all and everyone at home a very Happy Diwali…
In these times of the pandemic, all I ask from God is to bless us all with a very healthy life. May these clouds of fear and danger pass soon and let the Sun shine upon us as always!
Let us all be socially responsible and follow the Covid-19 guidelines to their fullest and spend time with our individual families. Let the time spent be not only of fun and frolic, but also spent on thinking about our responsibilities towards self, family, society, nation and the world as a whole.
Wishing you all and all your extended families a very Happy Diwali and a Prosperous New Year.
A day to commemorate the ultimate sacrifice of our soldiers…
My ode to the slain soldier :
When the neighbour back stabbed us in the name of peace,
Let us be prepared to break his house piece by piece,
Let him not forget that he has messed up really bad,
We still remember our jawan bodies being ice clad,
We cannot forget the teary Mother or the widow or the kid,
For the enemy, who killed her son or husband or father, sordid…
One of the bravery stories from many which are a part of Indian history now…
July 7, 1999…
He was assigned the task of taking point 5140. (My readers also need to know that not all mountains are named like the Everest or Kailash or Kanchenjunga, but rather they are given numbers related to coordinates of their position). It was a hill top. The enemy was on the top and it was one of the important hills which needed to be taken for our successful defence and driving the enemy out. The warfare was going to be tough but Captain Vikram, decided to go ahead. Captain Vikram started moving through the rough terrain slowly but steadily and within hours the point 5140 was ours. ‘Yeh Dil maange more’ the code word was transmitted. His commanders were happy about his success when they received the radio message.
Mission accomplished. Vikram and his troops now had to return. But the son of the soil decided to move ahead and take point 4875. There had been casualties in his troop but the spirits were high. So on they went, with the permission from their superiors. Maybe Netaji’s words to his INA “Ab Delhi mein milenge” must be ringing in their ears by now. The task was impossible according to their seniors. But our brave troops tread on.
The enemy was anticipating the attack and was fully prepared. The attack was mounted but the Indian side suffered heavy casualties. One of the soldier was grievously injured and was in the path of the enemy bullets. The soldier was lying near the enemy lines. Captain Batra without even thinking for a moment lept out out from his position and ran towards to soldier. He was fired upon and he took five bullets in his chest and head. The enemy soldiers pounced upon him and in this combat he killed five enemy soldiers. But this assault was lethal. Captain Vikram Batra attained Martyrdom.
Captain Vikram Batra, who led the toughest mountain warfare, was often referred as Sher Shah in the messages intercepted by the Pakistani Army.
He could have had a good and peaceful life in the Merchant Navy, which he had initially joined. But being in the front, to fight for Bharat was his dream, which he fulfilled.
Bharat and Bharatiya’s indeed should be grateful to such soldiers who give up their lives for our peace. People will commemorate this day by wishing each other and changing their DP’s and updating their status, (which I am not against as I myself will also put up one once am done writing this blog) but hope they remember people like Captain Vikram Batra and the other 566 soldiers who attained martyrdom to liberate our Motherland from the enemy.
Lastly let’s end with two lines from the famous song sung by the soldiers of INA
A sonnet is a 14 line poem which can be written in different rhyme schemes. I have followed a Shakespearen rhyme scheme of a b a b c d c d and e f e f g g. Its talks about a problem in the first 8 lines and then the solution in the next 6 lines. Have purposely kept my topic away from love and written about a geopolitical issue of my country.
Will be trying to write more sonnets in the near future and maybe a few romantic ones as well…
In the meanwhile, pls comment on the above that you read…
Have just described a father on job. Both the parents have a 24 hour job of care. Both do it without any cravings and cribbings.
Try to understand the poem from a father’s perspective as he is always fire fighting. In all situations he is the first to stand up to difficulties. Again the difficulties are different so they need different types of tackling. And after this, there is of course no fare / no charges earned for it.
If you ask my kids, their meaning of father is different.
Just a joke to make you all laugh. They just love me.
Gets us drenched with a feeling of oneness and love…
Let us all dance and talk and play in this first rain,
Let us keep aside our inhibitions and brain…
This is what I had written last year, but the experience this year has been completely different.
Waiting at my window sill,
Watch the water droplets drip,
Dancing as if it is a drill,
Love the drop upon my lip…
I am fine no need of a pill,
The winds blow as they whip,
My life is great, no need of a fill,
Get out and love is the tip…
Am trying to write something in a different way. Maybe the poem might not make sense as a whole, but read the alternate lines and they tell a different story. You will find poem in line 1,3,5 and 7 as well as in line 2,4,6 and 8.
Please drop a message telling me if you liked it or suggesting some other ways to do my poems. Always open for love and criticism.
Today I want to express my gratitude to all my students, past and present who have cooperated with us during all these times. With you all being there has always kept us young and always in the mode of learning.
I dont why but I always wanted to be Teacher,
My parents despised this decision in worry of my future,
The idea of learning, all negativity to withstand,
Is the driving force of my passion, hope all understand…
The smiling face of my kids with questions ready,
Thir opening up with their likes, though slow and steady,
Their dislikes too need to be understood and heard,
So that they do not become the part of the herd…
I just love the days that I spend with my students,
Kids they are, facile, not a hint of fraudulence,
They make me noble and drive out my aggresion
For that’s the reason, that am a teacher by profession…
Am also a proud father of my son as he is my student too. A dedicated boy of this generation who is a normal child and is moulding me to becoming a better dad and a teacher.
A person who has been strict and disciplined with himself for life.
A person who loves his Matrubhumi like anything else and would leave everything for Her.
Have already written about this great personality, none other than Savarkar. A basic introduction which I have already given in my preceding blogs yesterday and day before.
Today, we look at this towering personality as a family man.
Son of Damodar and Radhabhai Savarkar (Tatyarao) had three siblings, Ganesh (Babarao), Narayan and a sister, Maina. All dedicated their lives toIndia.
The relationship Tatyarao shared with Babarao is a guiding light to all the siblings around India today. Babarao, himself, is a freedom fighter and is caught for organising the youth against the British and sent to Kalaa Paani at the Andaman and Nicobar cellular jail. Vinayak also reaches the same jail in a few years for plotting against the British. After a few months, Vinayak finds out that Babarao is in the same jail, he longs to meet him. My readers may think, if they are in the same jail, how come they didn’t meet? Well, the interns of the jail are not allowed to meet each other. Even during lunch time, they are not allowed to talk to each other. But Vinayak, finds out a way and meets his brother during lunch. A conversation takes place with the help of the eyes, and the two brothers are united after a gap of many years.Narayan, the youngest sibling, has taken upon himself, the responsibility of the family, when both his elder brothers are in jail. He has been through many hardships too. It was during the time when Tatyarao was in jail, that his young son passes away. It is then, that Narayan takes care of his sister-in-law and looks after the family.
Tatyarao is married to Yamunabai, through whom he has a child, a baby boy. When he hears about the child’s demise, he is pained and it is said that it is during one of these days, he penned the poem “Ne Majshi Ne Parat Matrubhumila”.
ने मजसी ने परत मातृभूमीला सागरा प्राण तळमळला ॥धृ॥ भूमातेच्या चरणतला तुज धूता मी नित्य पाहिला होता मज वदलासी अन्य देशि चल जाऊ सृष्टिची विविधता पाहू तैं जननीहृद् विरहशंकितहि झाले परि तुवां वचन तिज दिधले मार्गज्ञ स्वये मीच पृष्ठि वाहीन त्वरित या परत आणीन विश्वसलो या तव वचनी मी जगद्नुभवयोगे बनुनी मी तव अधिक शक्ती उद्धरणी मी येईन त्वरे कथुनि सोडिले तिजला ॥ सागरा प्राण तळमळला शुक पंजरि वा हरिण शिरावा पाशी ही फसगत झाली तैशी भूविरह कसा सतत साहु या पुढती दशदिशा तमोमय होती गुणसुमने मी वेचियली या भावे की तिने सुगंधा घ्यावे जरि उद्धरणी व्यय न तिच्या हो साचा हा व्यर्थ भार विद्येचा ती आम्रवृक्षवत्सलता रे नवकुसुमयुता त्या सुलता रे तो बाल गुलाबहि आता रे फुलबाग मला हाय पारखा झाला ॥ सागरा प्राण तळमळला नभि नक्षत्रे बहुत एक परि प्यारा मज भरतभूमिचा तारा प्रासाद इथे भव्य परी मज भारी आईची झोपडी प्यारी तिजवीण नको राज्य मज प्रिया साचा वनवास तिच्या जरि वनिचा भुलविणे व्यर्थ हे आता रे बहु जिवलग गमते चित्ता रे तुज सरित्पते जी सरिता रे त्वदविरहाची शपथ घालितो तुजला ॥ सागरा प्राण तळमळला या फेनमिषें हससि निर्दया कैसा का वचन भंगिसी ऐसा त्वत्स्वामित्वा सांप्रत जी मिरवीते भिनि का आंग्लभूमीते मन्मातेला अबला म्हणुनि फसवीसी मज विवासनाते देशी तरि आंग्लभूमी भयभीता रे अबला न माझि ही माता रे कथिल हे अगस्तिस आता रे जो आचमनी एक क्षणी तुज प्याला ॥ सागरा प्राण तळमळला
The bond shared by this couple is itself divine. When Tatyarao was jailed, Yamunabai visits him. Tatyarao, at that time too, emphatically explains to her, that his service to the motherland comes first. The lady, not only understands, but also promises to help him in his fight.
Will cite an incident about the bonding between the two. When Tatyarao was in jail at Andaman, he was made to extract oil from the coconuts in a very traditional way, manually. He has to shred the coconuts with bare hands. And then using the manual machine, which he had to pull with all his might, (say so as he is very frail by then), extract oil. A work of bullocks is got done from humans. Truly inhumane! When Yamunabai comes to know of this, she is ready to go through the same pain. She herself everyday goes down on her knees and walks towards the Tulsi plant to water it and circumnavigate around it. Now imagine a lady (cannot imagine a man even) enduting this pain, just to be close to her husband. Hats off to the lady!
It is only through such dedication that Savarkar is what Savarkar is today. Nowhere do I want to belittle his own personality, but he is lucky to get such an understanding family which stands by his actions so strongly.
On his birthday, I bow to this great personality and pray to God to give us the intellect and emotions to understand him better and better!
The Rishi’s in their invocation to God ask for youth for our motherland.
Isn’t a country known by its youth? Cause they determine the future of country, don’t they? At the same time it comes to mind that isn’t it too much to pressurise youth with these thoughts of being responsible for their and country’s future? Isn’t it that we expect a lot from a generation which is just growing up and learning? And with these expectations aren’t we doing injustice to them? I am trying to find an answer to these questions and in due course will answer them as well. But till that time let us also dwell upon the shloka I have quoted above.
Yuvasyat Sadhu – the characteristic of the youth is one who is a ‘Sadhu’. Here the word ‘Sadhu’ has nothing to do with having long hair and a long beard but it is being “saral, simple, straight forward”. One of the dictionary meaning also says “uncomplicated”. The youth has to be simple and straightforward. Call spade a spade. But that does not mean that one should sound arrogant. Humbleness is a virtue, which today’s youth needs to learn. One needs to sit at the feet of their elders, listen to their experiences, learn from them and chart their way. One should be able bridge the communication gap which is termed as one of the biggest social problems of today. So being uncomplicated plays a larger part too. One should be clear with understanding and at the same time be ready to listen to others views as well. One needs to move ahead in direction in which their future is secure, in turn securing country’s future.
Next, One who is Adhyayakah. One is a student forever. ONE IS YOUTHFUL TILL THEY ARE LEARNING. One needs to be observant and a quick learner/ grasper from / of situations. One needs to learn to tackle the situations that they are put in and ably handle those times. One should not run after happiness alone and keep themselves bereft of the happenings around oneself.
Ashishth – Ashavaan. The youth should be hopeful. Always positive towards life. Always hopeful about oneself and others too. Hope is what keeps life going.
An hopeful person has self respect, self esteem and self resilience.
Self respect calls for respect for others too.
Self esteem means belief in oneself.
Self resilience means to be able to take decisions on your own.
There can be independent blogs written on these three points. But right now their meanings would suffice.
Dradhishth – one who is decisive. It also means one who is not lead, but leads. The youth should be a leader. A leader of his house, street, village, city, state or country. Here let’s not take the literal meaning of leader as a politician. By being a leader, want to convey that they can show the right path to the society as a whole in any field, be it social, economical, Spiritual or other. One can be a good student or a good teacher, a good citizen or a good soldier, a good businessman or a good son. It can be anything which he or she is good at. But one will be decisive. Show the path. And lead everyone onto it.
I CAN DO should be his philosophy of life. Shivaji with his 2-3 mules, 5-7 mavlas and a few ashrafis (currency at that time) was hopeful of building up Hindavi Swaraj. He himself was confident and build up hope in others too. When Chatrashaal, the prince of Bundelkhand comes to him as a servant and ready to work under him, it is Shivaji who instills the confidence in him to fight against the Moghuls and win back his lost kingdom.
Balishth – one who is strong and courageous. One should have a healthy body. A healthy body is full of youthfulness. One needs to excercise everyday as the phrase goes “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”. Or “A healthy mind in a healthy body”. It is only the healthy body which will have a healthy mind. Stay fit and keep fit is the key. Games need to have a prominent place in life and one needs to play even at 60. One can imagine that it was Bheesma who at an age of 160 or so, blew the first conch on the battlefield of Kurukshetra.
Surya Namaskaars have no substitute. Pandurang Shashtriji always in his discourses with the youth said, “You can reason with what I say and apply logic to my thoughts and question them, but let you all know that do trust me on one thing and that is to perform suryanamaskaar everyday”. He himself has performed them till His doctors advised him against doing so.
Yoga is also of utmost importance which helps us keep fit. Bhagwaan Patanjali has built up a whole system to keep the generations fit and healthy. There are many different versions of Yoga today and I leave it upto my reader to decide for himself to decide which school to follow.
Sangh Sakhas too insist on a few basic excercises and games. I have a vivid memory of people in their 60’s and wearing their khakhi half pants playing with the flying disc at the Shaka at Shivaji Park. March past and excercises have had an important part in the Sanchalans held anywhere in India.
So to sum it all up, the youth has to be simple and humble, ever ready to learn, hopeful, develop an “I Can do” attitude and be strong.
Is today’s youth of the world living upto this?, is what I leave upon my reader to decide.
Call upon the youth today to give a thought on whatever I have written during these 10 blogs.
This can go on if they wish, but am satisfied that I have been able to put onto paper what I wanted to convey. Have tried to be simple and tried to convey the gist without going into the details. Could have cited many examples but have left it upon my reader to make an effort to dig out their own.
PS : Will end the series tomm in Hindi, my national language, with its translation in English too…
A simple yet lucid translation into English done by Sri Aurobindo Ghosh is worth a read as well :
Mother, I praise thee! Rich with thy hurrying streams, bright with orchard gleams, Cool with thy winds of delight, Dark fields waving Mother of might, Mother free. Glory of moonlight dreams, Over thy branches and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming trees, Mother, giver of ease Glory of moonlight dreams, Over thy branches and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming trees, Mother, giver of ease Laughing low and sweet! Mother I kiss thy feet, Speaker sweet and low! Mother, to thee I praise thee. [Verse 1]
Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands When the swords flash out in seventy million hands And seventy million voices roar Thy dreadful name from shore to shore? With many strengths who art mighty and stored, To thee I call Mother and Lord! Thou who savest, arise and save! To her I cry who ever her foeman drove Back from plain and Sea And shook herself free. [Verse 2]
Thou art wisdom, thou art law, Thou art heart, our soul, our breath Thou art love divine, the awe In our hearts that conquers death. Thine the strength that nerves the arm, Thine the beauty, thine the charm. Every image made divine In our temples is but thine. [Verse 3]
Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen, With her hands that strike and her swords of sheen, Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned, And the Muse a hundred-toned, Pure and perfect without peer, Mother lend thine ear, Rich with thy hurrying streams, Bright with thy orchard gleems, Dark of hue O candid-fair [Verse 4]
In thy soul, with bejeweled hair And thy glorious smile divine, Loveliest of all earthly lands, Showering wealth from well-stored hands! Mother, mother mine! Mother sweet, I praise thee, Mother great and free! [Verse 5]
It still gets us excited when we read it again and again and again. A feeling of nostalgia and Divine.
People say that it starts with the abstract notion of the Motherland and turns to the praise of Goddess! But who will explain to them that for us Indians, we see no difference between the two. From time immemorial, this land has been our Mother. The comparison to Durga and Laxmi is nothing but a feeling that She is the one who protects us and She is the one who has so much of wealth to take give us and take care of us. People forget that Bharat has never crossed Her borders to conquer the world. Yes, She has conquered the world by Her thoughts of Vedic civilisation and Buddhism, but never their lands. People who look at their countries as mere land/s will never understand this. Their perspective of utility of anything and everything, has killed the emotions within humans. Atleast people born in this land need to understand this. Under the grab of secularism, Reverence for Her cannot be and should not be undermined.
The feelings of She being everything is very well emphasised in the third verse (literally unknown to our generation as only the first two verses make the national song). This feeling of our motherland being everything, is something which one will find only in India. Some may disagree and can argue that my statement is wrong and prejudiced for others but let them answer one question. Will you be able to equate your country with the Divine? This, In Bharat, has been possible due to the efforts and lives given up for this by our rishis and ancestors. And due to the thought that everything, living and non living is divine.
When one learns from modern sciences that even the living have evolved from the non living, it justifies the Bharatiya stand for reverence for the creation. We see Divine in everything. At the same time, we see Divine in each person and country. And herein lies the concept or thought or philosophy of “Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam”, The whole world is one family.
This is the Bharatiya civilisation.
Who built it? How did they build it? Does the feeling exist today? Is it practical? Is a question I leave to my readers to ponder over and will try to answer it in my upcoming blog/s.
Till then let us just repeat those lines above and try to inculcate a feeling of motherliness for our respective countries. In our daily run of survival let us not forget the love of our country and the care She has taken, is taking and will be taking.
Friends just 2 years back I had embarked on the journey of expressing my gratefulness towards India, my motherland. I was reading it today and felt that I want to share the whole series (11 blogs) again with all of you. Many must have read it, but how many remember it? So repeating the whole series all over again. There might be a few changes, but those would be nominal.
The next 11 days are a Yadnya (offering myself) for me, which I hope you all will help me complete.
I vow to thee, my country All earthly things above Entire and whole and perfect The service of my loveThe love that asks no questions The love that stands the test That lays upon the alter The dearst and the bestThe love that never falters The love that pays the price The love that makes undaunted The final sacrificeAnd there’s another country I’ve heard of long ago Most dear to them that love her Most great to them I knowWe may not count her armies We may not see her King Her fortress is a faithful heart Her pride is sufferingAnd soul by soul and silently Her shining bounds increase And her ways are ways of gentleness And all her paths are peace
– Sir Cecil Spring Rice…
A poem learnt in the Standard 10 of my school days still resonates at the same frequecy today as it did many years back…
Sir Cecil has written about two countries here, his own motherland (Great Britain) and everyone’s motherland (Kingdom of God). He sets a very sombre tone at the begining and then it culminates into a high pitch by the time it reaches its end. I still remember asking my teacher
“Why has he written about two kingdoms? It’s so confusing,Mam!”
Naturally the question had come out of fear of literature exam then, but my teacher, as experienced as she was, a devout Christian, answered,
“Boy, whatever you want achieve in life you have to strive for it, but at the same time, take care, to serve your nation too. Don’t forget it is Her, your motherland which spends all its time, resources and energy for you.”
“And at the same time also think about life after death. We all believe in it in one way or the other. We all have to strive to enter His Kingdom too, to find eternal peace. Here Sir Cecil through his poem is reminding us about it.”
I frankly didn’t understand about His Kingdom and eternal peace at that time, nor do I do it now as a whole, but the first few verses, just the idea of serving one’s own Motherland, instills a spirit of nationalism in me.
A few years later…
Had grown up. Started attending lectures (Pravachans) of Pujaniya Pandurang Shashtriji Athavale. He while talking about Bhumi (land) as one of the five elements (Panchtatva) while explaining “Panchchame” from one of the verses of Yajurveda explained thus,
“One has to respect the land on which he/she is born and needs to be dedicated to it. All those who learn here and go and earn in other countries find those beautiful and his / her own country unclean and dirty should be drowned into the seas” He went on to explain “How can one forget the love and warmth a person has got from this land! And what about the economic expenses (subsidies) She has borne for you! Forget all that but how can one detach from his / her mother! How can one call mother dirty! All such people are a blot for their own country.”
(Am writing just a gist of what he has said. Any translation mistake is mine alone)
It resonates my feeling that “An Indian should be dedicated to India in the same way as a Brit is to Britain and a American is to America. For Indians, it should be India first”
A few days back…
I come in touch with a student. Know him very well now. The best part is the clarity of thought this boy has. After some initial days of chat he props up a question?
“What is a Pracharak?”
And shares that he wants to be one.
All these everlasting memories and imprints have triggered me to write a blog and express and share my feelings and understanding about my Motherland, our Motherland, India, that is, Bharat….
What is my country?
What is the idea of Bharat?
What is the essence of being an Indian?
What is love for motherland?
And many more…
I plan to write a few blogs and try to find answers to my questions.
I urge my reader to contribute his/her feelings and understandings about the same.
It might be long, so anywhere during this journey if you feel bored then pls share the same
Totally there are 76 verses which the poet without any fear has sung them in from of Akbar.
Will urge all my readers to find these verses and learn and appreciate the poetry of the poet.
Rana Pratap had defeated Akbar’s forces many a times but it is not known to us as the history we study does not tell us. Historians call Akbar the Great and as a saviour of all, then why did Rana have to live in the jungles of Aravalli? Had he gone there for a picnic? History is quiet about this. Why? Can we not give justice to Maharana Pratap?he had taken a pledge to live in the jungles and sleep on the floor and eat simple food till He drives Akbar and his forces out of India.
Today on His birthday, bow down to this Great warrior and all His ancestors!!!
Maybe the only poet to write National Anthems of two countries, India as well as Bangladesh.
Gurudev had been at the foremost in the struggle for independence in his own way. He started a school of education in Kolkatta, where students learnt in natural surroundings. It was not a typical school, but a school where a student could explore his / her artistic abilities. He wanted to prepare the generation which would guide India after Her independence.
He also gave up his title of “Sir”, conferred upon him by the British King at that time, to protest against the brutal massacre of Indians at Jallianwala Baug.
A very humble poet, who has written many a poem, a few which I share here as my “namaskaars” to this great soul. Am quoting His poem which his apt for the situation today.
As Lockdown 2.0 comes to an end and Lockdown 3.0 begins, am appalled at the situation where the Corona warriors (Doctors, Nurses, Paramedics and Police) are being beaten up in some places. It is not a story of one place, but many places in India.
Yes, India did stand in unison, a few days back to appreciate them too. But the way a few people are treating them is not only bad but goes to show how ungrateful, a certain class of people are.
Readers, I want to ask a few questions which are constantly coming up in my mind again and again. And I am sure they would be in your mind too.
Soldiers give up their lives guarding and saving our borders, and are called martyrs. And rightly so. But are the Corona warriors who are putting themselves at maximum risk in this situation to save us, to save Humanity, being rightly recognised and appreciated? For me personally I feel that those who have given up their lives are martyrs too. What do you feel?
The pictures of the kids looking at their father, who has just returned from duty after 20 days, but cannot go near him, hug him, are heart wrenching. He too is sitting outside the house, waiting to be serve the food. The longing for hug in both the pairs of eyes makes me numb. How can we be so cruel? But this is the time for Social Distancing. Do we realise the importance of our father, our family in these situations ?Isn’t giving up an opportunity to hug ones own children, martyrdom?
The nation may not consider them as martyrs, the society may not, their own families may not, but for me they are giving their lives so that humans can survive. They are doing much a bigger work then the soldiers at this moment. So I repeat, they are martyrs and they all should be honoured.
I would end with a a few lines… (have tried to write from the perspective of a policeman’s child)…
The day, divine Ganges was brought down upon the Earth. Indians will always be indebted to Bhagirath for this marvel. Coming down from the glacier, through the Gomukh is an engineering marvel itself. Let’s have a look at it. After the pictures have shared a poem written by Vijayalakshmi Harish explaining the descent of the Ganges…
The Arrival of the Ganges.
over a snow-covered mountain top in heaven some secret river lies stirring not earthwards this river of the Gods
and then a prince disturbs her peaceful ferocity with determined prayer to cleanse the sins of his forefathers
look she trembles with wounded pride! not a mere mortal river is she a Goddess, her anger awakened but she must proceed
the Gods have asked her so she shall go but she makes her displeasure known threatening to swallow all of existence she follows
the earth shakes it cannot hold her weight her power her strength her majestic gait life-giver, she is now a messenger of death
in her anger she is beautiful, this world cannot sustain her only he who wields the trident can reign in her fall
and then the Mahadev traps her even as she falls in a mighty torrent thinking she will sweep him to the nether regions
in his locks she is lost struggling, she resembles the naga around his neck she spits like a cobra
this immortal river stays tangled in his locks for many a year till, defeated and frustrated she begs forgiveness
and then with his blessings she trickles down still furious in pace but in heart at peace
the mother of all rivers- this river of rebirth her sound like thunder her hair like streaks of lightning
celestial beings witness the skies are lit the parched earth satiated Ganga has descended
Am beginning a series through which I will be sharing my thought process through which I am going through now. With a positive frame of mind and positive thoughts would love if you all can give your feedback too.
She will bloom and smile and rejoice,To us She will share her fruits and joys!…
Am sharing the poem which I wrote last year on the same day as we earthlings celebrate Earth Day.
The context today has completely changed. Today we are fighting the most dreaded virus, Corono, collectively called Covid-19. Our Mother Earth is blooming and purifying herself as Her favourite son, Human, has stopped all his activities which were polluting Her.
Am reading reports that the water of the Ganges which we have polluted during the last many years of industrialisation and development, has been cleared and people living on her banks are just filling up their pots with pure water of the Ganges.
The flora and fauna around my house is blooming too. From a last few days we are observing a crow couple building their nest and preparing themselves for the upcoming raining season. It’s a treat to watch them work so hard to build their nest. It made me realise that every animal does work for it’s well being and tries to live in harmony with nature.
Hope we Humans realise our mistakes and try to correct them!
Hope we Humans try to learn to live in Harmony with Nature!
Hope we Humans make this Earth a better place to live in!
Vashi – Navi Mumbai and Thane creeks are now flooded with them. Just sharing a few pics…
Initiate our souls into the light Flamingo yes your hue is burning bright Your colors lighting up the night We migrate out of darkness within you
Enlighten us to heal our weary hearts To be with love and never to depart Appreciating brand new starts Your beauty resonates us deep within
We want nothing more than with you to be free To fly away from stress along with thee Our wings could only hope to grow As beautiful as yours unfold You are the breath of freshened air Our spirits call to breathe repair
In my memory of you I see poise Noticing your stance without a noise Perfectly still you are seen Tranquil in life’s pond so serene
As we pass through to become in ourselves Teach us how to become nothing else Than the magnetic beautiful creatures Spirit designed with every feature
We are a gift to the flowing Always coming always going There never seems to be enough Time in the universe thereof To take a moment to enjoy And therefore we destroy
This is an ode to your sweet nature A song of love and light not danger A memory we are creating A vibrant show of figure skating
In the circle of acceptance now Our wings are rising up to bow Take in the scenery with deepened breath Never afraid of shaking hands with death
For we are peaceful and at rest Knowing we always do our best A true beginning has no end Drinking from life as we befriend The journey of our soul path In a spiritual rose bath
My Bhabhi shared these pics and I couldnt stop myself from sharing with you all… A poem on Tulips at the end to lift up our mood…
Tulip Gradens of Srinagar…
You didn’t care much for Easter or for flowers for that matter yet I went to the store and bought a bouquet of pink and yellow tulips.
Now here I stand in the midday sun my shaking fingers clutching the long green stems, as a warm, slow tear drips off my chin. I kneel down and set the flowers down next to the temporary sign that holds your name, wondering again why I even bothered.
I grab a handful of the dirt that now hugs your body and cringe at the thought of you laying just feet below me. I can’t help but wish that you were here.
A day before you gave you words, a form of prayer,
I felt as if the God has taken a form, in their flair…
“I create” is what You trust and believe in the most,
And “I will come again” when the world is way lost,
The above two phrases are not just words alone,
But the drive to do HIS work, as it is my own…
A very spontaneous flow of words which just flowed through the mind, and I have just written it the way the words shaped up. No editing, no correcting, so it might sound raw, but I dont want to change a word, as it has come from within.
My dear friends, the world is passing through a very bad phase, when we are fighting against our own selves, as these viruses are also allegedly man made. Don’t know where this fight will lead us to, as it is too early to take a call.
One thing is for sure, it can be fought only with Prayer.
Just heard the Prime Minister, Mr Narendra Modi, asking citizens to light up a diya, torch, cell phone flash or a torch on 5th April, 2020, at 9pm for 9 minutes. Spend time with oneself and think about 130 crores of faces of the children of Maa Bharti.
Am instantly reminded of a poetry written by the former Prime Minister, Shri Atal Bihari Vaypayee, so sharing the lyrics with you all…
भरी दुपहरी में अँधियारा, सूरज परछाई से हारा भरी दुपहरी में अँधियारा, सूरज परछाई से हारा अंतरतम का स्नेह निचोड़े अंतरतम का स्नेह निचोड़े, बुझी हुई बाती सुलगायेआओ फिर से दिया जलाये… आओ फिर से दिया जलाये… आओ फिर से दिया जलाये…
हम पड़ाव को समझे मंज़िल हम पड़ाव को समझे मंज़िल, लक्ष्य हुआ आंखों से ओझल वर्तमान के मोहजाल में वर्तमान के मोहजाल में आने वाला कल ना भुलायेआओ फिर से दिया जलाये… आओ फिर से दिया जलाये… आओ फिर से दिया जलाये…
आहुति बाकी, यज्ञ अधूरा, अपनों के विघ्नों ने घेरा आहुति बाकी, यज्ञ अधूरा, अपनों के विघ्नों ने घेरा अंतिम जय का वज़्र बनाने अंतिम जय का वज़्र बनाने नव दधीचि हड्डियां गलाएँआओ फिर से दिया जलाएँ… आओ फिर से दिया जलाएँ… आओ फिर से दिया जलाएँ…….
Readers, Friends, please read this poem, understand the meaning as it sounds exactly written for this situation.
Rama valued his father’s pride more than his own pain & defended his father’s honor that haters tried to stain. He embarked on journey with no hate in his brain For his divine loyalty drained out the feeling of disdain.
When the people witnessed him depart It broke them & torn their souls apart. Yet they realized Rama’s magisterial art When he said, that he lives in everyone’s heart.
Though he was unjustly treated by his stepmother His heart still melted with affection for his brother. For they mutually respected one another & this brotherly love no cruel conspiracy could smother.
Rama’s spiritual values till this day we celebrate Because even though he was victimized by his unforgiving fate Yet on his shoulders he carried his responsibilities‘ weight & with integrity he conquered all kinds of hate.
– Sidharth Jain, New Delhi
The poem beautifully enumerates the topic. Feel what can I write after all these words. I should be grateful to my brother from Delhi, who took time out, to write this, even though he didn’t want to. He shared that he did it out of respect for me, but I very well know and believe that Ram residing in his heart has made him do this.
Ram, the name itself gives goosebumps to millions of his followers.
Ram, the name itself gives one the confidence to win in every battle.
Ram, the name itself instills arouses passion for the Motherland.
But today I want to talk about Ram as an ideal son. Will not describe the events described in the poem as they are self explanatory. But will talk about संतान।
सम्यक् तनोति इति संतान। A child is one who carries forward the goals of parents.
And we can see the same characteristics in Ram. His forefathers King Aja, King Raghu, his own father King Dasrath have all lived their lives for the betterment and development of society. It is said that even the Devas, used to ask them for their help. Similarly Ram too, has worked towards development of society as a whole. The 14 years spent in exile were for the upliftment of the people who lived a uncivilized life. Fighting with the Rakshasas, who felt that spending uncivilized way of life is the only aim in life, is just a small part of the exile. Historically, all the events of abducting of Sita, meeting the Vanars, the Ram Ravan war, took place in the last 14 – 16 months of exile. So the question arises what did Ram do for the initial period? He, like his forefathers, lived amongst the uncivilized people and developed relations with them. He spent time with them and slowly but steadily made them understand the basic tenets of a cultured life. Led them to the path of civilisation.
Similarly like his forefathers, he always gave respect to the words of the Rishis. When Vishwamitra came to Dasrath to ask for Ram, to fight of the Rakshashas who were disrupting their yadnya. Dashrath, a father denies. But it is Ram who reminds him of his duties and expresses his willingness to go with the Rishi.
Ram is a very obediant son. He never questions his parents. When his father told him that he would be crowned the King, he agreed. The next day, when Dasrath banished him to exile, he agreed. He did not argue. Rishi Valmiki notes that there was not even a minute change in his expression in both the instances. He is always ready to do as his father tells him too.
I dont want to make this blog a long read, by writing many such instances from Ram’s life. But would sure love as always to raise questions to make everyone of us think.
Will we listen to what our father says, even if it is against our wishes?
Will we still command the same respect for our mother who for some reason strip us off our powers?
Will we complete every wish of our parents even if it means giving up our lives?
Let us all try to find genuine answers to these questions as devotees and followers of Ram. On this day of Ram Navmi, if we can sit back (lockdown days) and think and find answers to the above questions, then I do not think, India would need an old age home, anytime in near history.
Wishing you and your families a very Happy Ram Navmi.
May Lord Ram bless the world and lead us to light from these dark days of the pandemic.