कविता का घर

“वो क्षितिज देखती हो? वहीं मेरा शून्य है, मैं वहीं से कवि ता लिखता हूं।

ये किचन का सिंक देखते हो? ये मेरा शून्य है। मैं यहीं से शुरू होती हूं और यहीं पे खत्म होती हूं।

इसीलिए तुम्हारी कविता नाली  में जाती है।

नहीं, समंदर में जाके मिलती है, तुम्हारी सोच जहां तक जाएगी तुम्हारी कविता भी वहीं तक जाएगी।

तुम्हें लगता है? कोई तुम्हें याद रखेगा?

मुझे कोई भूलेगा नहीं।

लेकिन तुम हो कहां?

तुम्हारी कविता में,

तुम्हारी ​क्षितिज में।”

गुमशुदा चांद

‘ ये काली रात है,

या मैं स्याही में झांकता हूं।

तुम्हारी तरह आज मेरा चांद भी गुल है

मैं खुश हूं,

या तुम्हें पा लिया है

खिलखिलाहट के अलावा यहां हर चीज़ क्या शोरगुल है’

 

मुस्कान

भंवरे को फूल से मिलते देखा है,

नदियों को सागर से मिलते देखा है,

चंदा को सूरज से मिलते देखा है

धरती को अंबर से मिलते देखा है

देखा है अनजानों को अपनों मिलते हुए

फिर भी जाने क्यों……

तुम्हारी मुस्कान तुम्हारी आंखों से नहीं मिलती….

GENDER EQUALITY- a misnomer

While others applaud over a lady officer, taking her Little daughter to night patrol, I stand with a flag of doubt. Was it safe for a kid to go on a night patrol?

First, kudos to the mother for being so dedicated and sincere. But secondly, i wonder what came as a compulsion for her to take her kid to the patrol.

If the stand was an individual inspiration, I am afraid this will inspire many other seniors to urge their junior/ fellow level women officers to take their kids on night patrolling. Or if it was a compulsion, why?

It questions the code and conduct in such working situations.

Are we blinded to see the probable dangerous situations with a kid on patrol? Are there no rules on – no kids in patrolling? When women can take two years leave, why the officer didn’t take the leave? I wonder. I understand the child might have cried to stay with her mom, and may be she had no choice. But, Why she had no choice?

There was one similar case in a foreign land where a lady brought her baby on feed to a board meeting. Well, a board meeting, during day time is lot more different then a night patrol. And yes, there is a world where mothers in jobs get a good night sleep every night.

As a woman and mother, I always question my standards of equality with men. But I always feel that we as individuals have failed to identify our differences and qualities. Yes, women can become great warriors, yes they can do everything that a man does. But when they are mothers they need rest. Their body needs at least one year of self recuperation, and with a growing kid she needs two years for herself and her kid. Kids need at least one parent after school hours and that is until theyare grown. And this is a fact. All justifications of equality fail here. If we keep crying the melodies of equality, ours and our kids lives will suffer. We are very different from men, and we need those differences to be sorted out before doing the same jobs. We double work to get same efficiency as men during our periods, our capabilities are affected. We cannot run for sometime after a delivery. And these are the most natural processes that can only be sorted after we acknowledge them.

In a country where development is the need of every moment, a child’s sleep has never been a matter of concern for anyone. Because we have bigger issues to resolve, Caused by a grown up kid with difficult childhood. So lets ignore the early years of a child, most important for its mental and physical growth. And lets fit into a system ideally designed for men, not women or father’s or kids or families.

I am still wondering, how many more night patrols the lady officer did and her child had to sleep in the car with her after her story.

प्रेम वेण

ये एक परिधि तेरी है

यह एक परिधि मेरी है

इस प्रेम शाख की छालो पर, हमने खींची लकीरें हैं

तू मौन खड़ा बस ताक मुझे, मैं भी दो वेण बनाती हूं

इस दो वेणी की अवधि तक, कुछ मैं भी रास रचाती हूं

कुछ सुरभी बह जाने दे, कुछ कोपल मुरझाने दे

आ देखें ,आ देखें, क्या रह पाएगा

मेरे मोगरे की वेणी या प्रेम तेरा

तू दौड़

तू दौङ,

तू दौड़ धडा धड़ दौड़।

इस दो फलाग़ की दुनिया के तू सारे लट्ठे तोड़।

तू दौड़,

तू दौड़ धडा धड़ दौड़।

जब तक छाती फट ती नहीं,

पथ की सीमा घटती नहीं,

इस् अन्त हीन आडम्बर की, बीमा पट्टी पटती नहीं,

तू दौड़।

तू दौड़ की तेरी नाडी में ओज का षटकोण ऐंठा है,

साँझ की चादर ओढे सूरज, तेरी सुबह की ताक मे बैठा है।

तू दौड़…… बस दौड़….

(Inspired from the energy build up in Delhi these days)

Ten jamuns for 50

As a kid I reckon eating jamuns straight from the trees. So when I last saw ten pieces of Jamun for 50Rs in Mumbai, I was in a state of culinary and monetary shock. My desire of celebrating to the purple sweetness faded. And I and my daughter, standing next to the vendor, waited for our turn for our limited source of joys.

A locale with her daughter inquired the rate and looked at the jamuns thoughtfully. Her daughter was about six years old. Like my daughter, her daughter had also pulled her to the vendor. Mumbai shopping culture is not very bargain friendly, so the delay in purchase convinced me, that the lady was short of money. She looked at her daughter who was still admiring the purple beauties. Just like my daughter. For a moment I thought to share ours. But the vendor agreed to give a few pieces for ten Rupees. The little girl carefully cupped the berries and smiled content.

I wanted to write so, but in fact the vendor offered something in Marathi, the lady denied and before I could offer, the lady and the girl where lost in the crowd. Those I bought that day where the most bitter jamuns of my life.

That whole evening I only wondered about my childhood and the beautiful trees around our house.  Amrood, imli, Ganga Imli, aam, jamun; we had grown up with them. I reckon, we never bought Amrood or Ganga Imli from market. They were just next door. And aam was always stolen. It was a popular belief that stolen and parrot bitten mangoes are the sweetest.

How can a childhood exist without these sweet pleasures of nature. Shouldn’t Such joys be uninhibited……… Free?

Trees are sources of livelihoods and not business growth modules. We don’t need to be great social workers to provide happiness to our kids. But our passive attitude towards deforestation is limiting lives. Fruits from a mall can never inculcate nature love. Only one who has spent himself in the shades of a mango tree and sucked the heavenly yellows right from the tree can understand the precious ness of these trees. Lets bring back trees to childhood. Let them have them for free. The decor plants or Palm trees alone can never serve the purpose. Let’s bring jamun, Amrood, Aam back for our kids. Let’s do it!

A friend asked me “so how was it in London”

Here’s my reply.

It was good. It’s one of only few countries that has done what is read. Mainly because most books we read have come from them. It’s an organization obsessed city. Everything is organized parks, schools, Libraries, garbage ….  to an extent I had started loving my messy room sometimes.

London is actually a city of dreams. We find those fairy tale beautiful people, well mannered and we’ll kept. However much overwhelming it felt at times, I cannot deny they identify beauty in simplicity. Coz I many a times came across women with just no make up. They had Perfect brows, not an extra hair on skin, well groomed hands, brushed hair, not too much color but bright enough to go with the hue. They were simply beautiful!

Houses built right out of those English novels and parks with infinite love trails. I bet you’ll come up with a symphony or a poem if you cross them. Nature thrives in the middle of a busy city. And sometimes it’s difficult to believe so.

Museums of what not. You can spend a lifetime exploring. I must say, they are the man made architectural possibilities of understanding the world. You want to understand digestive system? Skip the book and walk into the science museum. You’ll get your score. The museums are like alive books.

For libraries I would only say…. Unlimited! You gotta go there. Specially with a kid. My kid loves reading books because of London Libraries and I am indebted to them.

One day I saw a tall, very fair Lady. She wore a scarlet dress with matchi…. (Will be back.)