Saturday, March 5
Netaji Subhas
You are not dead,
You are alive
Alive for ever
Your name is all around
At the five point crossing
Or at the green brigade ground
As a simple statue
Under the shade of a tree
Now resting in peace
But you did not know rest
While you were alive
So you are still alive
You are alive now all around
Your name gives redness to posies
Sweetness to apple and grapes
Subhas shadows looms large
EVERYWHERE
When people donate blood
Earn their daily bread
Go to temples for saying prayers
Subhas is everywhere
In biscuit packets, tins of mustard oil
In daily bread
Your name is on the signboard
Of grocery shop, a poultry farm
A primary school in Jungle Mahal
A factory of Singur
A tea stall at Nandigram
Your name is on the City High Roads
On the streets of the Capital
People shout your name in a procession
We feel you should have been alive
When we against the heinous acts -
to see the police molesting a girl
or the students beaten rudely for calling strike
or the dock laborers hurl slogans at their bosses
or the girl child ravished and killed in a flat
The list continues unending….
You are alive in our familiar words
You are alive when have no words to utter. "
Wednesday, July 7
A MESSEGE
AGAIN I AM HERE ON E-SCREEN WITH A NEW ARTICLE ON "TRAIN TO PAKISTAN"(ALREADY POSTED).IT WAS VERY SAD AFTER HAVING LOST 13 MONTHS OLD "LOVELY" BLOG PAGE BUT I DARE TO SURVIVE WITH CREATIVE OUTCOME. BGING A STUDENT OF "LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE" I KNOW WELL THAT A "A CREATIVE FACULTY OF MIND CAN'T BE DUMPEED". AFTER DESPERATE AND HACTIC PAST..EXAM-INTERVIEW-EAGERLY WAITING FOR RESULT HAS CHOPPED UP 3 MONTHS . NOW I FEEL MUCH RELIEVED,ENJOYING NOVEL READINGS,LATE NIGHT CHATTINGS,WATCHING MOVIES AND MOST AMAZING "BOATING" WITH SUNRISING ,SUDDENLY I BRUST WITH A SOUND "HAY GOD! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FACE YOU HAVE". AT THE SAME MOMENT UNDER MESMEARISING LOOK OF NATURE IN "KASHI" AND "PRAYAG" ,I LOST IN MYSELF WITH MANY-MORE CURRENT ISSUES .......GLOBAL WARMING, LATE MONSSON, CIEANING GANGA PROJECT BY TOP SEVEN IIT'S"...SUDDENLY MY EYES FATCHED ATTENTION TOWARDS "KILLS" OF RAJA AND MAHARAJA KEEPING MONUMENTAL ALBASTER LOOK ,STANDING TALL-TOWER AT THE BANK OF "GANGA MAIYYA"
THOUGH IT IS A TIME FOR ENJOYMENT;UT LAST THREE MONTHS HAVE GIVEN SOME CHERISHED MOMENTS IN THE CAMPUS(BANARAS HINDU UNIVERSITY) LIKE IT BECAME NO.1 INDIAN UNIVERSITY(http://internet.bhu.ac.in/BHURanksFirst.pdf),DR. KARN SINGH BECAME CHANCELLOR AGAIN ETC.
BUT FROM NOW I WISH TO CONTINUE............
Tuesday, July 6
A FIRST ATTEMPT
Train to Pakistan is one of the classics of modern Indo-Anglian Fiction.It mirrors a picture of the bestial horrors inacted on the Indo-Pakistan border during the terror haunted days of August 1947. The "leaders" has sown the seeds of communial suspicion and the partition was the result.Like the whirlwind, the mad act of partition was uprooting masses of humanity,mingling them,and throwing them across the border in heap after heap.
Mano Majra a border village on the bank of the Satluj,with a railway bridge spaning the river was known for peaceful co-existence and communal harmony. But 1947 was not like other times.Suspicion and viloence has griped the year and an ill-wind carried them even to little oases of communal harmony like Mano Majra .
Mano Majra is an example of Indian culture par excellence. It is inhabited by a Hindu family of Lala Ramlal, Sikhs, and Muslims.They live peacefully without any malice towards one another. Khushwant Singh has very beautifully described Mano Majra which has three brick buildings--one is the home of Lala Ramlal,the other two are the Sikh Temple and the Muslim Mosque. These three buildings enclosed a triangular shape with a large Peepul Tree in the middle. Mano Majra thus represents India transcending the regional boundaries.
The bridge mentioned in the novel bridges the gap between the Sikhs and the Muslims. The final act occurs on the bridge where everything is set to kill the Muslims going to Pakistan by train. It is triumph of Love and Sacrifice. Jugga who is 'Badmash' is surprisingly surcharged with fine emotions and tries his best to save the Muslims from being killed. The Train to Pakistan does not carry the dead bodies of the muslims, it carries rather a message for people living on the other side of the border. Mr. Singh attempts through exposition of a very many problems of Indian Society has been confronted with for age together. A man who laughs and makes all laugh for the sake of life......and love.
" let the dead have the immortality of fame
but the living the immortality of laugh and love."
By Amar Pratap Singh
Department of Linguistics
Banaras Hindu University
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