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Swachh Bharat Abhiyan

“Mother, where should I throw the packet?” Satilekha asks her mother while travelling on a bus. “See wherever garbage is lying on the road and throw it there. There is no harm in throwing garbage at a place which is already dirty.”

This is the typical attitude of people in our country. Like a line of ants, people follow people. Garbage goes on increasing at a place where the tiniest bit of garbage is already present. Soon a clean road turns into a garbage dump. House flies infest such garbage dumps which carry pathogens from there to sweet shops. The same people responsible for throwing garbage eat such infested sweets and fall ill with cholera and dysentery. They run to the doctor cursing the poor sweet seller for selling rotten sweets. Back from the doctor’s chamber on a bus we again start throwing garbage on the road. This process begins once again.

We see that this process continues in a cyclic manner. We are responsible for our own health, for our own cleanliness. And we must take ‘help from self’. I believe that the ‘Swachh Bharat Campaign’ run by our Government is started with a purpose to cut off this chain of events and make India a better place. I do not believe in the fact that a person can run down with a broom in his hand and make the roads dust-free. To make India free of dirt we have to follow a simple procedure-

First, remove dirt from our mind i.e.; we must not have false ideas. Making India clean is our own responsibility.

Second, we must rid our self from our laziness. We can get up from the seat and throw garbage in the dustbin a few paces away from us.

Third, we must stop throwing the garbage we cannot clean. Can’t we stow empty food packets in our bags and throw them in the dustbin when we reach our homes?

Fourth, we must stop people ruining our efforts. If we find garbage thrown in the middle of the road in our colony by some family we must go in a group and reprimand such people who are harming us.

Just like ‘water drops make an ocean’, ‘little effort also makes a difference”. I am sure that all the people in India shall like to make the difference to make my dream come true. Wondering what is my dream? Here it goes-

“I am traveling in my car. My windpipe is not choked by dust and pollution. I see lush green foliages enveloping the wall of tall buildings. I see a road shining like polished silver in the wake of dawn. A sweet aroma reaches me from the words around. My heart leaps at the music which reaches my ears instead of the chaotic noise they are used to. I leave my car to embrace my country as the most beautiful place on the Earth.”

I hope that everyone has more or less the same dream for our country.

The man who conquered sleep

Many great men have walked on Indian soil- many of those whom Bharat Mata has nurtured and cared. Today I write about a man who had been born hundreds of centuries ago who has been an inspiration to millions of students. He was an archer- a relentless one. He had never missed a single aim. He had never been defeated in a war. He used to stay up nights practicing archery. He had conquered sleep in his relentless struggle to become the best archer in the world. Hence his name- Gudakesha. He trained himself to wield arrows with both his hands, Hence his name Savyasachi.

Yes, I am talking about the son of Pritha, Partha better known by the name of Arjuna. He is the protagonist of the world’s greatest epic- Mahabharata. He is known for his enormous valour, patience and generosity. A student of this century has a lot to learn from that man born under the constellation of Falgun (thus called Falguni).

First of all is patience and determination. These two factors are key to enabling your success under any circumstances.

Second, concentration. When you see your target, everything around it vanishes. We find an example in Drona’s bird eye test. Some students of Drona, the preceptor of the Kuru prices, complained that he favored Arjuna the most.  So he arranged a test of archery for students to prove that Arjuna was a supreme archer. He placed a wooden bird on a far tree and his students were asked to shoot it. Yudhistira, the eldest Pandava was called first. Drona asked Yudhistira to describe all that he could see. He named the wooden bird, the tree, the branch, the stream, the sky. Drona in a disappointed manner  asked him to go back. Each and every of his students including his son Ashwatthama  were asked the same question but the answer of none satisfied him. Arjuna was the last. On being asked the same question he said that he could see the bird’s eye and only the bird’s eye. At that point, Drona asked him to shoot. He hit the mark. So, concentration is man’s one of the biggest weapon.

At last we need to hold our duties in life over everything. Let us again read a story. once a bhramin came running to Arjuna to save his cows being stolen by bandits. It so happened that his bow was in the room of Draupadi, the shared wife of the five Pandavas. On advice of Sage Narad, the Pandavas had pledged that only one brother will be with Draupadi for a year. In that period if any other brother enters Draupadi’s room he will be exiled for twelve years. Arjuna did not stop for a second to think and went to collect his bow from the room which was being occupied by Draupadi and Yudhistira. He fought of the bandits and saved the Bhramin’s cows disregarding the pain he would have to bear for it.

For success, we need to be patient, concentrate only at our goal and seek to achieve it with every last bit of energy we have. Remember-

‘To get something, you have to sacrifice something”




From the last century!

I have been lucky to share my house with the lady of the last century- a person who was born in the midst of struggle and movement for freedom. She was one of those persons who heard the cries of ‘Inkalab Zindabad’ and ‘Chalo Delhi’. A highly qualified woman for that age. She was adept in more than one language, wrote wonderful poems and cooked delicacies that were no less than heavenly.
I am talking about my Grandmother, someone I grew up with and whom I greatly miss. A true fighter. Circumstances could not break her even at the age of eighty-five. She was a multi-faceted woman. A mother with unfailing love, she rode five miles everyday to buy groceries filling her three bags. What she put into her recipes is a secret between her and God but for all I know, many would have given their left hand to take a taste. The sweets used to melt in in the mouth.
It was agony on my part to bid adieu to such a charming lady. I have saved a treasure trove of memories. She will be remembered. Let her soul be as jubilant and notorious as they were on the Earth. Let her abode in heaven be peaceful.

The Friend

You know, when you travel the path of your life you meet some people you would like to be like. For me there were very few such people. I am not a sort of person who bestows her heart easily. So I have loved very few people in my life, I have respected even fewer and even fewer have I wanted to be like someone. But I have a friend of a character quite opposite to mine. She is not an indulgent person , a character like mine. But in all other traits she is different. She wakes up at 4:45 in the morning, takes her morning walks, exercises, eats a balanced diet, avoid junk food but yet her body has yielded no result. No trace of weight loss after so much hard work. But she goes on in this routine never losing hope on her beliefs. Unbelievable grit and determination!

She yields up designs that could glorify mansions. Her work to the last is neat, beautiful and perfect. She is never too much of angry or too much of happy to make her a serious problem. I love her neutrality, her patience, her understanding. She has every quality that I lack. She has every quality I will want to have. It saddens me to say that her nerves are not as stable and all her problems are the problems created by nervousness. But we all know that some day this nervousness that acts as a barrier in her path shall yield and that day her determination will be awarded. She will reach the goal that she works for so determinedly, a goal that is of a greater dimension then a small problem with the belly.

Society’s Psyche

In this life I wonder, indeed, who am I? Am I anything to the people I love most? In this world full of people and deeds I have hardly anything to account for. Maybe I am a parasite who feeds on this society’s thoughts and fuels her body with its food. Everything I am, everything I aspire to be is borrowed. But maybe first in my life I had some almost uninfluenced thought, at least something I have not heard anyone speak. I at last got the perceptions of the society and how it makes things. You know, human psyche is not that complex as it seems to be. If you are an outsider coming from a desolate land into this society, you would understand every person’s thought if you knew enough history about that particular person. You would be able to judge how she exactly is because whatever she is, is shaped by the circumstances she had been through or which society is she from. Even her perception of herself is what society taught her. I write because my society has told me I am a good writer. Maybe another society will believe that to be wrong. So we are all influenced. Some influences are rather big. An example may be the perception of a woman.  It changed as society changed. It was but a few centuries ago that it was thought inappropriate for a woman come out of a veil, forget traveling alone miles away from home. We all know the present scenario and we believe it to be right. Because society’s perception has changed. So a man’s psyche is not that complex, it is the society’s psyche which is complex. Several men’s change in point of view also deviate the society’s point of view. How does one’s point of view change?  How can a man think ahead of time? Maybe time has initiated the process of change of revolution. It is the Nature’s way of entertainment. Change lives and make a new story. So change goes on. So the last question I shall ask and shall not answer is how nature initiates the change. What is the marvelous calculation behind change in society?

Hum Mukhtara

Treatment of Baby girls- A scene from ‘Hum Mukhtara’

‘Hum Mukhtara’ is a drama directed by Usha Ganguly . This drama is mainly based on feminism and a Pakistani village girl called Mukhtaran Mai.
This drama was staged in Academy of Arts on 9th August, 2013. I am very happy to have been a part of audience there for this drama has been beautifully directed. It is a drama that stands out from all as it missed nothing- action, songs, dance, emotions, rhymes and whatever else a drama could have included. The actors are wonderful and so is the narrator- Usha Ganguly itself. a person who does not know Hindi could have understood whatever was said and whatever was done. This drama upheavals your emotions of pain, anger and justice. Till now the images of it float before my eyes. I salute Muktara Mai, the real heroin and I thank Rangakarmee Group to put this play on stage.
And for all those who believe in the spirit of women, please watch this drama if possible, whatever your age may be.
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