Saturday, March 29, 2014

      This is with reference to the editorial in Times of India ‘Battleground UP’ (March 4). UP with 80 Lok Sabha seats has become the battleground for all parties who want to grab maximum number of seats to improve their prospects in this year’s May election. The forerunner in this battle is BJP with Na Mo running the campaign from front. The others in the fray are Samajwadi Party led by Mulayam Singh Yadav, BSP led by Mayawati, Congress with Rahul as compign leader and latest entry AAP with Kejariwal. Modi though quoting Lucknow and Atal Bihari Bajpayee addressed the audience and said that road to Delhi goes from Lucknow. But the people know that there is marked difference between Modi and Atalji. Every party whether in NDA or in opposition and every community above their linkage  respected Atalji. But Modi has a strong team of strategists in managing this election with backing from corporate houses. The UP voters are sharply divided on community , caste, backward , forward, harijan and many other such lines. The swinging factor is en block voting of muslim community to single party. Division in Muslim votes is likely to benefit BJP. Modi’s latest feather in his cap is the entry of Ram Vilas Paswan in NDA fold. He can project him also to polish and sign his secular image.

        But real danger to him is AAP party with Arvind Kejariwal leading the compaign. AAP has not lost anything by not running Delhi state with 49 days in power and ultimately resigning to blame it primarily on supporting partner Congress and obliquely on BJP for putting spokes too frequently. But their main problem is they are themselves not clear about their priorities and major policy matters. I have never heard Arvind Kejriwal talking in public platform about his Swaraj model. What do you want to offer which will make you stand apart . Yes,  their commitment to pass  Janlokpal bill is one plank which can boost their image. But they are spending too many words on criticising BJP and Congress in not allowing to run Delhi state than to soliciting support from people by explaining to them how the different  provisions of Janlokpal bill will enable root out the age old corruption which is eating the vital organs of Indian polity. Kegriwal’s survival and attractiveness can be through his commitment to redefining the whole game of politics, reforming it, reinventing it and that too working within the present system. A very difficult proposition with no organisational  base throughout India. 

Saturday, March 8, 2014

माँ, याद बहुत आती हो_ English translation

Mother will miss you very much

Mother will miss you very much.
I was young,
Was lying asleep early in the morning,
You only had to get up,
You wake me up
 From deep sleep
Mother, then you did not look good.

By sending me to school,
Tended to look at your household chores
Clean the house,
Preparing the food,
You would be waiting for me,
I used to come from school,
Millions of instructions you give,
I could not hear anything;
I used to throw shoes somewhere, socks elsewhere,
Pants - shirts and bags anywhere elsewhere
Then you start feeding me,
Latest - fresh vegetables, curd rice and lentils
Flavour -filled new,
New preparations everyday you used to cook;
I used to take the feed
Electric fan that moves overhead,
You would still be fanning the wind
With your saari’s corner,
Thou, looked so good to me.

When I grew up,
Got admission in big city college
Had to go first time in the big city.
You came to the station to leave me,
Came across your eye,
You hide the tears,
I was a little annoyed from your instruction,
For the new city, about living,
I sat in the train
However, the list of do’s and don’ts
 Covered in your repertoire
Became longer and longer,
Then you would be a little irritating to me.

When my phone does not come on any day;
You become restless,
For fulfilling my desires
Your sacrificed your dreams,
Your empty life would wear a decor,
When my life will run and prosper,
I did not understand then,
I was not swayed by any sentiment.

I was busy in my study,
The sentiments were weighed on argument,
Until I did not understand you.
Makin a bid to make a career,
To touch the sky in higher education’s flight ,
Life ran on the fast phase,
Visions arise in the mind.
I did not understand you,
Your image becoming blurred
In bright light of professional education
Emotions vanishing,
Emptiness encompassing.

In the same period of life,
Inner conflicts kept growing ‘nd multiplying
When did she met me,
Do not remember anything;
I got my life a little on track,
Been able to fathom,
Something in that agitated churning phase.

Everything happened so fast,
Could not make you aware
Could not even bare.
A gap - which were pulled.
Mother’s phone occasionally could not answer.
Or used to answer with little - yes or a no,
Even to talk on the phone becoming less.
It was something that came to be silent;
Between me and mom,
Relationships remained silent now incommunicative.
She could not bear the silence,
She could not live with it’
One day suddenly become vocal silence,
The mother’s body vanished in a bright light.

When the aunt in the neighbourhood revealed
" Son , your mother's lap’s saari’s corner
Was always damp,
In your childhood, that was filled with milk,
It is now high in salinity,
The sweetness was short-lived.
You made her life painful,
She lived life for you,
You devoid her of joy. "

Mom, you put a stop to your compulsions;
But that threw a cloud of depression on my life,
Make me live as if an insane – a  bit.
You are now taken the shape of an angel,
Keeping your hands raised praying for me,
The touch of your prayers have made me safe,
‘m alive because of that only.
My baby resting on my chest,
'm drinking the salinity of tears rolling my cheeks.

You are in my breath flows,
You live in me;
You are here somewhere to pray,
Holding, putting on my boat hull,
Out amid storm
You put the steering in my command.
In my heart, mind,
Tan in life
Your love – nectar be showering,
Mother’s love is mine
My life is imbued - lyrical,
You love would not go in vain –
To regurgitate nectar,
Mother, do miss it very much,
Mother, and You are my liking in life,

Mother, and you looked so good!!!

--Brajendra Nath Mishra

Friday, March 7, 2014

माँ याद बहुत आती हो

माँ याद बहुत आती हो  

मैं छोटा था,
सुबह सवेरे नींद में लेटा रहता था,
तू तभी उठ जाती थी,
मुझे भी जगाती थी,
गहरी नींद से उठाती थी,
माँ, तब मुझको नहीं सुहाती थी.

मुझे  स्कूल  भेजकर ,
खुद काम में लग जाती थी,
घर की साफ - सफाई कर ,
खाना तैयार कर,
मेरे इंतज़ार में लग जाती थी।
मैं स्कूल से आता था ,
लाख हिदायतें देती तुम,
पर मैं कुछ नहीं सुन पाता था,
जूते कहीं, मौजे कहीं,
पैंट - शर्ट कहीं और बैग कहीं
फेंकता जाता  था।
पर तभी मुझे खिलाने को
नयी - ताजी सब्जियां, दही और दाल भात
स्वाद से भरे नए - नए
ब्यंजन पकाती थी,
मुझे खिलाती थी
बिजली पंखा ऊपर चलता रहता था,
फिर भी आँचल से हवा किये तुम जाती थी
तू, मुझे बहुत ही भाती थी।

मैं जब बड़ा हुआ,
दूसरे शहर के  कॉलेज में
हुआ एडमिशन मेरा,
पहली बार गया दूसरे बड़े शहर में।
तू स्टेशन तक मुझे छोड़ने आयी थी,
आँख तेरी भर आयी थी,
तू आंसुओं को  छुपाये ,
देती रही मुझे हिदायतें,
नए शहर में, रहने के बारे में,
गाड़ी में बैठ गया मैं,
फिर भी तेरी हिदायतों की फेहरिश्त
लम्बी होती जाती थी।
तब तू बिलकुल नहीं भायी थी।        

गाड़ी छूटी , हाथ तेरे हवा में लहराये थे
काफी देर तक गाड़ी के  जाने के बाद भी
हाथ तेरे हवा में लहराते ही जाते थे।
तू खाली हो चली , अनमनी सी,
घर को सूना पायी थी
तुझसे ये सब सुनकर,
आँख मेरी भर आई थी,
माँ, तू  याद बहुत आयी थी,
माँ , तू कितना मुझे भायी थी।

एक दिन भी मेरा फ़ोन नहीं आने से,
तू कितनी अशान्त हो जाती थी ,
तू कितने अरमान लिए,
अपने सपनो को कुर्बान किये,
मुझमें अपने ख्वाबों को संवरा देखना,
अपने रीते जीवन का भरा - भरा सा देखना,
मैं तब समझ नहीं पाया था,     
मैं उन भावों में बह नहीं पाया था।

मैं तो पढता रहा,
संवेगो को तर्कों पर गढ़ता रहा,
तुझे मैं तबतक समझ नहीं पाया।
कैरियर बनाने की आपा - धापी में,
ऊंची शिक्षा के उड़ान में,
जीवन के उस तेज दौड़ में,
सपने जगाये मन - प्राण में.
तुझे मैं समझ नहीं पाया,
पेशेवर शिक्षा के तेज प्रकाश में
भाव सभी खाली पाया।

जीवन के उसी दौर में ,
जीने के अंतर्द्वंदों में,
कब मिली मुझे वो, कुछ याद नहीं,
लगा अपना जीवन पा गया,
उद्वेलित, उत्कंठित प्रवाह में
थाह पा गया।

सब कुछ इतना तेज घटा,
माँ को कुछ बतला सका,
उन्हें कुछ भी जतला सका।
एक अंतराल - सा खींच गया।
माँ के फ़ोन का भी कभी - कभी जवाब नहीं दे पाता  था।
या फिर छोटे हाँ - ना में ,
फ़ोन पर बातें होने लगी थी।
कुछ था ऐसा जो निःशब्द हो चला,
मेरे  और माँ के बीच,
रिश्तों का मौन रहा अब खिंचा - खिंचा।
यह मौन नहीं सह पायी वह,
जीवन नहीं जी पायी वह।
एक दिन अचानक मौन मुखर हो गया,
माँ का शरीर प्रकाश एक प्रखर हो गया।

पड़ोस की आंटी से जब पता चला
'बेटे, तेरे माँ के आँचल का कोर
हमेशा नम रहता था,
तेरे बचपन में जिसमे दूध भरा रहता था,
उसमें अब खारापन अधिक,
मिठास तो कम रहता था।
तूने उसके जीवन को ब्यथित कर दिया,
जीवन जिसने जिया तेरे लिए,
उसे उल्लास से रहित कर दिया।'

माँ तूने अपनी
विवशताओं को विराम दे दिया ,
पर मेरा जीवन अवसाद के बादल  सा ,
उठता - गिरता रहता मानो पागल - सा।
तू अभी शक्ल ले एक फरीस्ते का ,
हाथ उठाये दुआ देती ही रहती है,
तेरी उन्ही दुआओं का स्पर्श लिए
जिए जा रहा हूँ,
सीने से लगाये अपने नौनिहाल को,
आंसू का खारापन पिए जा रहा हूँ।

तू बहती है मेरी सांसों में ,
तू बसती  है मेरी आसों में ,
तू यहीं कहीं है दुआ लिए,
मेरी नाव क़ी पतवार थाम,
झंझावातों से निकाल कर
हांथो में मेरे कमान तुम थमा दिए।
मेरे दिल में, मन में,
तन में, जीवन में
तू प्रेम- सुधा   बरसाती हो,
वात्सल्य तेरा करता है,
जीवन मेरा ओत - प्रोत,
तू शिराओं में स्नेह - अमृत बहाती हो,
माँ , याद बहुत आती हो,
माँ  , अब और मुझे भाती हो,
माँ , और मुझे भाती हो।

--ब्रजेंद्र नाथ मिश्र


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