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Lalitpur - part 1

                                         Naani ka ghar. Lalitpur.

                                                   

Just wanted to share, spurred by today's story on Bundelkhand :

Lalitpur is my mother's home. My maternal grandparents' place.
When I was a kid, I was often teased for my Bihari roots by my cousins who thought just because they were not from my state, they were superior to me culturally and socially.
My maternal uncles own half a dozen stone mines in Lalitpur. The village of Jakhlaun is almost owned by them. One of them has one mine for production of granites. All my childhood, I grew up starstruck by their wealth.

As I matured and looked at the world around me, I realised how backward the area is (it suffers from acute draught situation and flash floods and excessive mining leading to deforestation and ecologial imbalance) and how my mother, despite her rich upbringing, was lucky to have married my father who despite his limited means did not have to be part of an excessively vicious cycle of human greed for a living.

Knowledge is everything. It changes the way I look at the world.

More on Lalitpur. And its burdens. Soon.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Knowledge is power and one can safely say that one of the most powerful commodities is knowledge. A person with correct information and of course knowledge can do wonders.
As far as money and wealth is concerned, it is just a by product of your mind.
Pal Sin said…
Very true, Dev!
The April Fool joke about your blog was a good one. And glad it was just a joke. :)
Blog is an extension of us. If you don't run it, it won't be the same as before.

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आमंत्रण

वो बुलाता है मुझे
आओ पल्लो, वो बुलाता है
उसकी आवाज़ समंदर चीर के
दिल के कल तक आती है
मैं नदिया सा उमड़ती हूँ, थोड़ा हिचकती हूँ
वो फिर बुलाता है - आओ पल्लो
आओ, संम्भल के आना, इस दौर की गलियों में मुड़ो
तो ज़रा देख के मुड़ना
कीचड़ जैसे अपमान हैं, फिसल न जाना
वो कह देंगे तुम्हें बेअकल,
तुम डर मत जाना.
तुम धीमा चलना, ज़माने की रफ़्तार तेज़ है
वो भागते हैं आंधी सा, पर बंध जाते हैं अतीत में
तुम आगे देखना, देखो सर ऊंचा रखना
इस अन्धकार में देखना ज़रूरी है
ज़रूरी है आशा भी, तुम दीपक लेकर आना
पाँव तले धरती है, तुम ओस की बूँद सा बरसना
थोड़ा थोड़ा देना जीवन, थोड़ा थोड़ा सपने देखना
बड़ी क्रांति किसे चाहिए, थोड़े थोड़े से घड़ा भरता है,
पल्लो, जब तुम्हारे सपने धरती से बड़े हो जाएँ
तो डरना, बहुत डरना पर अभी आओ,
 धरती पे आसमान जैसा धीरज रखकर
आ जाओ.
वो बहुत इलज़ाम लगते हैं पर तुमने किसका लहू पिया है
क्रांति के नाम पे लहू सामान धरती मिलेगी सफर में,
सदियों से उनके दाग उन्हें डरा नहीं सके
पर तुम डरना, बेशक डरना
ये भविष्य की अतीत पर जीत है -
तुम्हारा आना, डूबते हुए सूरज जैसा उनकी मतधारा को
नए भारत का ह्रदय दिखाना।
कई बार लगता…

Shame

If I were ink,
I would have fallen
on your white shirt -
in dots as big
as the tip of the nib.
would you still have thought
i were just a colour,
worth a scribble,
a useless reason for a bath?

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