Kahi....Yahi....

Nasha ye kaisa?

Koi maane na maane, Hamne to dil ka kaha maana he,

Baarud ban jaye jajbaat use se pahle sulgte ahesaso ka jikra jana he.

Baat kuch yu ho gayi, silsila jajbat ka ban gaya,

Khamosh gar rahe hum, dhadkno ne bagavat ka faisla kah dala.

Maana ki dikkat he aapki raho me,

Phir bhi kuck kah do ek bar, hum he intejar me.

Raat ki tanhai me baat unse kuch yu hui,

Din ki dardbhai daasta me bhi hasi hamare labo pe rahi.

Likh diya hamne paigaam, sun liya unho ne khamosh labo se,

Hame is baat ki he aash ki khamoshi who todenge,   

Dikkate hogi hajar par woh bolenge.

Nasha ye kaisa he?

Woh kamosh he, hum madhosh he.

Itana kah diya unho ne yahi bahot he,

Tarsna, tadpna to diwane ka nasib he.

Muskura dete he jab vo to phool khil jaate he,

sharmate he jab vo to sham dhal jati he.

Ek muddat se jani he maine unki muskan,

Aaj bhi woh masumiyat barkarar he.

Abhi palake bandh hi hui thi ki khwab me woh aa gaye,

Raat bhi madhosh hui khawb me unke didar se.

Dekhi thi to unki tasvir hi magar subah shababi ho gayi,

Muskan unki kuch aisi ki, subah shababi ho gayi.

Focal findings of a fatal firing

On 4th August London police had gunshot a 29 years Mark Duggan. Following to Mark’s death riots broke out which rattled England into pieces. These riots are considered as the most horrible riots of few decades England history. It has caused £200 million damage and an irretrievable loss of heritage architecture.

On 8th and 9th August the YouGov (an UK’s renowned Research Company) Poll interviewed 2534 adult respondents to find the causes of riots. 42% respondents voted ‘Criminal Behavior’ while 26% respondents voted ‘Gang culture’ (26%) as riots’ chief cause. David Cameron the Prime Minister of UK described the scenes which were witnessed in England as “disgusting” and endorsed ‘Criminal Behavior’ as a chief cause of riots. He further said that “Photos of youth smashing shops, looting and young men robbing shoe retail shops showed that people in the British community were sick".

Young rioters: Most of the rioters who were arrested were very young! If very young ones acted as rioters then a question arises regarding their upbringing? One boy who had been arrested in Manchester said "I am not scared of my parents. When I am released from here my parents will do me nothing. They will just shout at me and they will not beat me at all".

Young rioters without a father at home: The gang members, the majority youth offenders behind bars have one thing in common: no father at home. Cristina Odone, a journalist of The Daily Telegraph said that the riots could be traced back to a lack of male role models. Prof Marian FitzGerald, visiting professor of criminology at the University of Kent says "if you have a stable family set-up then kids can be very high-achieving."

Young rioters with Social deprivation: Kids Company charity founder Camila Batmanghelidjh in The Independent Newspaper blamed the society in which the "established community is perceived to provide nothing... It's not one occasional attack on dignity, it's a repeated humiliation, being continuously dispossessed in a society rich with possession". Studies do suggest that living in areas of social deprivation could be a factor for such antisocial behavior.

Young rioters tempted to Gang identity: "Several of the rioters who were interviewed clearly enjoyed the feeling of being powerful. They were encouraged to feel that the cities in which they were misbehaving belonged to them.” This is credible, says Prof Wilson (professor of criminology at Birmingham City University) "Opportunism, mixed with a sense of being in a big gang, will have enticed many who wouldn't necessarily do something like this normally.” Carolina Bracken writes in the Irish Times "As more and more people became embroiled in the riots, others have been tempted to join them, confident that one unexceptional individual in a sea of hundreds is unlikely to be caught or to face retribution".

Young rioters, victims of Racism: Christina Patterson, a columnist of The Independent Newspaper said ‘the race factor could not be overlooked’: "Too many black men have been killed by the police. Too many black men and women have been treated like criminals when they're not. This is not the cause of these riots, but it's there in the mix."

Young rioters craze for Gangsta Rape and Culture: Paul Routledge, columnist of The Daily Mirror blamed "the pernicious culture of hatred around rap music, which glorifies violence and loathing of authority (especially the police but including parents), exalts trashy materialism and raves about drugs". It's certainly clear that gang culture is a real phenomenon, says Prof Wilson.

The above mentioned fatal findings endorse a well known fact i.e. behind every action there is a cause. Let’s join our hands to treat such harmful causes in our contexts before our peaceful life gets ruined by them.

Showbiz

Now days there are some unusual scenes in the city I live. Cleaners are busy cleaning the roads, Traffic police regular presence on the cross roads, police forces continually patrolling at every gateways of city, workers are repairing the damaged roads, lights etc., and illegal embarked vendors are being removed from the roads. As I wonder over it I learn that a VIP is about to visit my city.

As I think further a word “showbiz” flashes across my mind. In theaters reel life shows are screened for few hours with the purpose to entertain the audience. The actors’ stage performance not necessarily has to match with his real life. Aren’t we all aware that actors not necessary use those products which they endorse? Reel life kind of activities when enters in real life situations then activities become a time being show.

I am sure every Indian city has experienced what my city is experiencing now. No wonder the political leaders projected progress gets punctured during the crisis hours. How many times in past have you heard about safe living in Gujarat? But recent numerous crimes in Ahmedabad alone had knocked down this myth. Every rainy season exposes the quality of constructed roads and so is the case of drainage system.

When reel life takes over the real life then there prevail lifeless activities! Think about the illegal embarkations by the roadside vendors or the auto rickshaw drivers who will disappear at the time of a VIP’s visit and will reappear after his departure! If this is just a show then life after the show is not going to be pleasant as it looks now. Common man will have his share of troubles except the day when a VIP visits his city!

However I understand that we as society do not have time to look into the truthfulness of matter. Therefore we console ourselves in the byproduct of activity. We say it’s good that a VIP is visiting our city so for few days at least we have model roads and electricity etc. I suppose the terrorist too are well aware with our psychology and therefore they succeed in blowing us up as and when they like.

Few years back I knew a manager who used to ask his staff for new covers to the account books and other stationeries before the audit of the office. However the difference between him and the administrators of my city is that there used to be covers on those account books throughout the year.

Some poems...

In aankho se inayat kijiye..... dekh ke aise hame ab rukhsat na kijiye..... rahna he in palko ki chaav me..... aankhe ham se ab mod na lijiye......	aankho se chalakte ye sabab..... hoto se mahekte ye ahesas.... dekh ke hum dekhte rah gaye..... hasin aap ke asie ye andaj....
khamosh rah ke aap hamesha mere dil me sawal ye karte ho.... kya he ki aap bejawab rahete he.....	jindgi me aur rakha hi kya he.... do char khubsurat baate kar le... ek lamha ji le... iske siva..!
Zara sa nur tumhari aankho se hokar… Suraj ki roshni tak pahochata he… Tab jake kahi din nikalta he… Subah ki roshni me pura jahan…Zara sa khilta he…	bethe the jab hum-tum samunder kinare... dekhe the tab teri aankho me masti ke najare… samunder me uchalti lahero ki tarah… Uthke shant hote teri najaro ke ishare...
zuka ke palke chalte rahena... fitarat shayad aapki he.... zuki palko me sama ke dharti... aasma ko tarasana fitarat shayad aapki he...	in aankho ki sharart ko kya kahu... in labo ki muskan ko kya kahu... najnin tumhari ye adaye.... khubsurati ki parchayio ko kya kahu…
teri julfo se bahne de sarsarati is pavan ko... teri palko se bahne de machalte is paani ko... ki inme sama ke main tuj ko chu jau.... gujrne de ek subah... aisi ek sham ko...	subah khil gayi aap ke didar se... masum mahek gayi aap ke didar se... muskurate yuhi raho... hamari he ye dua... jaha mahekekta rahe aap ke didar se...
ye bikhari zulfe... ye shararati muskan... aankho me leke phirte ho tum tufan... ghayal hum to kya jamana ho gaya... masah allah aapke ye hasin mijaj...	hasin aisi subah aayi... muskurahart tumhari meri aankho me utar aayi... thahar ke dekha maine khilati suhab ko... jo labo pe tumhari mere samne aayi...
tumhra andaj masoom he... hasi se bhara bhara... dekh ke tumhe... hame laga chalo waqt bitaye kuch hara hara...	muskan yu hotho pe sajaye bethe ho... sunderta bahe felaye...lutaye bethe ho... dekhne wala dekhata hi rah jaye... kuch aise shringar sajaye bethe ho...
aap ki baate nirali he... aap dikhti bahot pyari he... muskuraht pe aapki jaise more nache… badal barse... har koi tarse... aap se baat karne ko...	phulo sa mahekana tumhara... hawa me dupatte ka laherana tumhara... mausam ko jawa karne ka andaj tumhara... jo bhi dekhe.... kahe... masah allah... na jawab tumhara...
chale gaye tum achanak yuhi... baat shayad kuch aisi hui... gam nahi, karenge intejar yahi... ki milo tum hame phir kabhi yahi dobara...	khubsurat phool jo sajaye he aap ne aap ke aashiyane me... didar hum kar rahe he aapka maykhane se... ijajat do kuch kah sake... ijajat do tumhe sun sake... ki kabhi bahar aa sake is maykhane se...
hamne pukara aap ko har baar.... mud ke na dekha aap ne ek baar... phir bhi aaj hum pukare aap ko ek aur baar... ab to muskurate hue kuch kah do yaar...	hasin andaj ye aapke... aankhe jaise kuch kaheti he... lab jaise kuch kahne ko betab... baalo se baheti ghata... masum jaise chaya he nisar...
aankho se chalkte jaam.... reshmi ye baal.... hotho pe aapke muskan... masum aaj sada bahar... aankho se chalakte jaam... hotho se chalake ye sabab..... phool hi phool ho tum... mahekti bahar.....	muskan aap hotho pe sajaye bethe ho..... aankho me koi tufan chupaye bethe ho..... dekhke aap ko dekhate rah gaye...... aise kuch andaj nibhaye bethe ho.....
nigahen dekh rahi aap ki kisi ko.... shayad woh samaya he aapki aankho me .....	muskurake zalak aap dikha jate ho..... shama ye suhana kiye jate ho...
aahen koi bhare usme kya maja lena....? kisi ki aankho se pi le..... phir dekh kya maja he jina...	jindgi sunder ho jaye... jab sunder sa koi aap sa mahek jaye.... ankhiyo se ankhiya mila ke... kuch baat jab kar jaye...
baat ye kya ho gayi mujko malum nahi….Par dard tumko hua ye khata meri kuch kum nahi…. Tumko dard dena ka mera koi irada nahi….Par dard tumko hua ye khata meri kuch kum nahi….

A journey to Mumbai…

With the fraction of a minute I had missed Saurashtra-Janta Express so I had to settle in a general bogie of Lok-Shakti Express. I had to create place by rearranging the passengers’ luggage on the upper luggage shelf. Then I climbed and impounded on the upper luggage shelf while the rest travelers stared at my heroic deed with eyes opened wide! I rested there for two hours enjoying the live melodies before coming down and occupying a sitting berth.

It was around 2 am and the inner scene of Lok-Shakti train’s general bogie grabbed my attention. Principles of survival were effectively executed by the bogie travelers as they had adjusted themselves in narrow spaces. Some men, women and children were lying on the floor like the poor lay on floor of their huts. Some were sitting on seats crushing their shoulders or falling on each other like a middle class family adjusting itself in its limited resources. Some men slept on upper berth like the rich resting on luxurious couch. Last but not the least few travelers slept near bogie’s toilets like the homeless living on slum pavements.

As the trained reached to Navsari there was rainfall and the rain water had made its way into the bogie through a broken window to disturb the peaceful sleep of few passengers lying on the floor. An old uncle’s towel got wet and he spent rest of his train time drying it. It’s the lack of resource that makes an individual to esteem it!
A talkative girl that embarked in the train from Bilimora was quickly surrounded by few young lads who were travelling to Daman via Vapi to have a mini vacation. Their enthusiasm reveled that they wouldn’t have expected such glamorous start of their mini vacation!
On an opposite berth an over-caring mother kept on insisting her 12 years son to sleep on her lap and her son kept on denying her request persistently and annoyingly. An emergence of generation gap!
A south Indian man considered his right to stretch his leg and a Gujarati lady looked it as a hindrance to her sleep! However they both did rest but without giving up their arguments! A perfect picture of unity in diversity!
The night duty laborers of tea and snacks stalls kept on floating in the bogie with their annoying shouts at various stations where the train halted. The night duty police personnel too visited the bogie with 007 look in their eyes!

A recently received sms says "Instead of thinking about what you're missing, try to think about what you have that everyone else is missing, life will be happy" My night was sleepless but not useless as the pictures of people lying on floor etc reminded me of blessings that I have. And believe me the knowledge of what we have is helpful to live life thankfully to almighty.

Some life

Today morning they had travelled from their respective villages to board at the training center. They looked fresh on their arrival and looked fresh too all the day. They walked round the campus happily, met and talked to new people joyfully, gained knowledge curiously and participated in the class happily. Before the night shaded its dark shadows they over the phone talked caringly with their families!

The world looks happy place to them. They are positivity to life. May be their simplicity has made the evil of world invisible to them! They appear at ease in today’s speedy age! They take life as it comes! May be them not being over ambitious makes the life at ease for them! They looked innocent and simple all up the day to all the day down. But their simplicity was graced with sparkle of their eyes! I don’t remember when last I had seen eyes, missing the ‘I know’ attitude!

Their talks were informal but the indirect ‘show up’ in declaration of one’s achievements and possessions was missing. Their words were gentle and the flow of respect was without hidden messages and agendas! Their laugh and fun activities were soul pleasing. Their simplicity and yet liveliness, their limited resources and yet joyfulness, their limited knowledge and acknowledging that fact their curiosity to learn, in all I had impressive first day with them.

They are the teachers working with me, now are participating in 4 days “Adult Literacy Training” at Loyola Center, Nadiad. They call me ‘sir’ but I have to be their disciple to learn some ‘life’!