The train to my village

                 Main ne inderpal bhaiya ko phone kiya ki shaam ki train se main bhi gao chal raha huin, bhaiya ne kaha ki bike le jao main ne kaha train se gaye bahut din ho gaye, aaj train se jauinga. 6:45PM train ka timing tha main ready ho raha tha tabhi mummy ne kaha ki indrapal yahin ayega cycle rakhne ke liye lakin nahi aaye, 6:40 tak tab main ne unko phone kiya unhone kaha ki cycle stand per khadi kar di hai. phir mujhe laga train choot jayegi aur main ne dharmendra ko bola ki bike se station tak chodo mujhe usne bike start kia aur main bag uttha kar chal diya. bike rukne se pahle he dekha ki train chal di hai ticket lene ka time nahi hai, main ek baar phir bina ticket ke chad gaya train main.
                 Train ke chalte he mujhe, mera train ke saath last wala incident yaad aaga. train ke door per log khade the main unke beech se nikal kar andar jaane kaga to hawa achanak badal gayi ek smell jo naak ko pasand nahi aayi mujhe jhelni padi phir main ne socha kahain baithne se accha hai ki door per he khada ho kar bahar dekuin aur hawa bhi uss smell ke bina milegi. train chal di thi, bahar sab kuch ped, log, building, zameen peech jaane lagi thi, bahut dino baad ye sab dekh raha tha bahut accha lag raha tha. Beech beech main ghoom ke peech dekh raha tha ki mere peeche kon khada hai aur kahin wo mere beg per ghat lagaye to nahi baitha hai. Beech main jab bhi train dheemi hoti to yahi dar lagta ki ticket checking na ho jaye aur last time ki tarah main bina ticket pakda jauin,  phir sochta ki yaar hawaldaar ayega 1000 duinga to uska baap bhi chod dega mujhe. Yahi sab sochte sochte train bakshi ke talab station per pahuchi.
                       Rukte he main utra aur ticket window per kahuch ka 50/- diye ticket ke liye usne 17/- liye aur baaki wapas kar diye. phir main train ke paas aaya train phir chal di thi. Paas jaate door ko pakda aur andar gaya iss baar door per kuch aur log bhi khade the to mujhe andar jaana he pada. khidki pakde kahada tha tabhi laga koi meri jeans kheech raha hai dekha to ek bhaisahab thoda sa khisak kar 5 inch ki khaali jagah ki taraf ishara kar rahe hain. Main ne bhi unko mana karna thik nahi samjha aur baith gaya jaise bhi baith paya. Phir bahar dekha to pahle ki tarah khet, ghar, gao sab peeche bhag rahe the, shaam ho gayi thi thoda andera sa tha, kheto main koi kaam karne wala nahi tha, log gharo ke bahar ya sadko per he dikh rahe the. Ab mujhe mitti ki khusbo aur thandi hawa mahsoos ho rahi thi, halki need si aane lagi thi. Main duske log main jaane he wala tha ki,  kisi ne mere aram main khalal dala, mere samne ek sardaar ji baithe the unko machcharo se badi problem ho rahi thi, calcutta ki trains ki safai ki baatain karne lage mujhse, main hain-hain karta raha, jab jyada ho gaya to main ne ucchi tone main kaha ye local train hai jiska sabse sasta ticket 2-/ ka hai, machchar to ayenge aur phir unhone ne mujhse koi baat nahi ki. Main phir bahar dekhne laga aur phir wahi sab meri aankho ke saamne tha jo kuch main iss train se dekhna chahta tha, jo feel kiya aur dekha wo expected se jyada accha lag raha tha. Phir mujhe pata he nahi chala time kaise guzar gaya, 30 min baad ataria station pahuch gaya. Train se utar kar inderpal bhaiya ko call kiya main ne aur bola ki station ke gate per huin, phir wo wahain aaye aur main unke saath apne gao ki taraf chal diya.

Nanaji – A Legend

“PRAYAGWASHI” aur “FATTAH SINGH” ye dono kahain phir se mere kahne per nanaji ne sunai. Ye do kahaniya mujhe sabse jyada pasand hain sab bachpan ki kahaniyo main se. Ye wo stories hain jo main ne anginat baar suni hoingi aur mujhe sirf nanaji se he ye acchi lagti hain. Wo jis tarah se characters aur scene ka description dete hain,1 wo aur koi nahi de sakta.

Kahani sunne ke baad jab main leta, phir ek karwat le kar sachne laga ki “Jaisa main ne suna hai auro se nanaji ne apni zindagi tanashaho jaisi guzri hai aur unhone wo sab kiya hai jo aaj ek powerfull, rich and most ambicous person karta hai ya karna chahata hai. Unke acche dino main, unki ek aavaj per poora gao kaa aa jana, Ghar ke pandit ko ready to hearvest phasal daan kar dena, apne dosto ko home made milk products bhejtna, Aur sabse badi cheez unki laathi. Unki laadi ek credit card ki tarah thi, koi bhi insaan unki laathi dikha kar kisi se kuch bhi la sakta tha jo ek credit ki tarah hota tha. All these shows his personality, his fame, his reputation.”

Agle din shaam ko phir se baatin suru hui. main nanaji se baat karte karte unke alag alag experiences sun raha tha. Kaise wo jail main unke dost ko milne gaye to ek bunch of bannan apne shoulder per rakh kar le gaye, ya ganga nahte waqt pandit se ladai ki ya kuch time pahle tak unko hanuman chalish, durga chalish, shiv chalish  sab kaise unko yaad tha. Ager main sochuin ki nanaji ye sab kuch kyoin karte the to koi answer nahi aata sirf ek baat dikhayi deti hai ki unke kuch rules the jo wo her haal main follow karte the aur apni baat aur dosto ke liye kuch bhi karte the. Shayad issi wajah se unke childrens ko utne asserts nahi mile jitne wo expect kar rahe the kyoin ki baccho ke bade hone tak nanaji ke paas 50% asserts he bache the aur 50% dosto and aur logo ko de diye the.  Phir main ne poocha “accha nanaji, aapki itni umer ho gayi hai kuch aisa hai abhi jo aap sochte ho ki iss life main nahi kar paye?” Unhone ne bina soche apne haath jode aur upper utthaya aur bolo “bas ek he tamanna hai ki iss akhiri waqt main bhole bhandari aaram se upper ka rasta dikhaye ediya na ragdaye mujhse.”

Like all time, Iss baar bhi main 2 weeks ke liye apne ghar leaves per aaaya tha. So 1 week apne relatives ke liye nikal kar chal diya apni jade(roots) dekhne ke liye. Bas 3 places he mujhe visit karne hote hain. Mere Grandparents, mere nanaji ka place aur mausiji ka ghar. Mera grandparents ke village name “Ataria” i like it most becaue its only the place i see which gives me ultimate peace beacuse jab bhi main villeage main ghoomta huin to yaad aane lagta hai ki  main bhi in galiyo main he bhagte, girte, utthte bada hua huin then i feel a unknown but very strong bond wih each and everything around me. Lakin cousines and uncle, aunts bahut saare hain so crowd jaisa feel hone laga hai ab. Mere nanaji ka place “Kamlapur”, a small kasbe jaisa hai. I like this place most of all. Reason ye mere nana aur nani ka ghar hai so i am most special guest for them. Jab bhi jaata huin to aur koi dhyaan de ya na de nana nani hamesh mere her aaram ka dhyaan rahte hain. 3 mama hai mere per sab just opposit nature ke. I like middle one mamaji most i dont know why but i think unki soch he sabse sahi lagti hai mujhe. Aur nanaji unki umar bahut ho gayi hai, he even cant see and recognise faces. Sometime i use to think, if somehow main nanaji ke life experiences jaan sauin aur unko apni life main use kar sakuin to my life will change and i can know many morething beyond my own life. Kuch aisi book mujhe mila jaye jisme nanaji ki poori life experiences ho aur jab bhi main kabhi kahin confuse huin i ll just go back n get my answer in that book.

And as usual, baaki sab baation ke saath wo apne teeno beto ko galiya dete rahe, batate rahe kaise unki life kati aur inki kaisi kat rahi hai. Nanaji ko aaj kal money problem bhi ho rahi hai agar kabhi kuch khane ka man karta hai to wo affort nahi kar paate hain. Mujhe aisa laga unki and aurlogo ki baatoin se. So when i was about to leave, 1000/- main ne nanaji ko dete hue kahain “nanaji ye lijiye kuch paise mummy ne dene ko bola tha mujhe” nanaji ne kaha “Guddu, ab aise bhi halat nahi aaye ki betiyo se kuch liya jaye ager dena chahate ho to apne naam se do mummy ke naam se to nahi luinga.” I was so amazed that iss insaan ke paas kuch bhi nahi hai phir bhi ego is too high. I am very big fan of nanaji, jaisi life aur personality unki thi or hai kisi ki nahi dekhi main ne.

My Nanaji died on 26, July 10.

Reminisce – My Villege (Ataria)

Name is “ATARIA”. This word i used in so many passwords. When i was in lucknow every month i used to go to my village, i have a big family there, so many fields(khet), aam ke baag, small river(naam hai kharja), aur bahut kuch.

Whenever i felt to have same rest or changing my evviroment i went there, stayed for few days then again back with energy. We have a aam ka baag, there are around 60 mango trees and few some other fruits trees. One side of my baag is my village and opposite side is another baag (not ours), in third direction is railway line and opposite of this side is another baag. Whenever i go in summer i use to carry a bed(charpai), to my baag and sleep there in afternoon. Whenever i sleep there and woke up i found my self in different world, cool fresh air, shadow of mango trees, smell of mangoes, sound of train running far, and sound of wind trying to sweep tree leafs, if i see to my village side peoples doing work and some where in villege someone playing songs, this combination is unique for me anywhere in this work i can not have that feeling.

There is a very old temple also, on a corner of baag, i don’t remember who is the god of temple, its small but some gods are there in form of stones. No one has cleaned that place from long time so there are huge layers of dust.

when i was around 10, me any my cosines use to play a game on trees. Name of the game is SIYAR CHATKANA, the rules are, one guy have to go down the tree and rest will be up on tree on different branches, there will a stick with the down guy, he has to kiss the stick, put it down, touch a guy and again comeback to kiss the same stick. If after touching any guy some other guy went and kissed the stick then first guy will repeat the same, go down kiss stick and again try to touch someone and kiss stick. once he kiss-touch-kiss complete the guy touched will do same thing. Main adventure is, you have to run on tree only, that guy try to touch u and u have to keep going away somewhere on tree only. You have to see which branch is weaker or stronger and decide to go there or not. whenever i go to my village  i see to kids to play same game and remember my days.

If u walk beside the railway track left side aroung 2 km u will get railway station. That a old railway station. u can get tea and samosa only. I love that samosa, in childhood every time i was begged to my mom or dad to have that, and still i use to have. In from of station there a pool and a baag beside the pool. whenever i go there i use to sit on a bench of station and see that pool with full of water and baag, so calm place that is. Whenever i go there i feel a peace of mind.

And if u walk right beside the track aroung 1.5km u ll get small river crossing railway track, peoples calls it kharjha. its small around 20 feet width and full of water. In winters morning and evening i liked to sit on railway track brigde on kharjha and see the fog flowing on water or water flowing under the fog. both side is water and fog and i am sitting on it, great. In summer eveing u used to come there for bath. And if u still walk further beside track the 1 km u ll get a big pool of water. Thats biggest pool we have near villege, we use to call it arjun taal(taal means pool in our language). The beauty is in rainy day if u sit on track and see pool u ll see huge water and greenry.

Here in bangalore we use to go for outing to see natural places, but still i m missing my villege.

25 July,08 — Serial bomb blast in bangalore

Abhi kuch ghnato pahle 7 bomb blast hue bangalore . main apne office main baitha baitha logo se aur net per sab padh aur sun raha huin. Jab ek blast hua to kisi ne bataya mujhe , phir ek aur hua, phir ek aur…..ek aur iss tarah 7 ho gaye. Ek lady mar geyi hai aur around 5 peoples injured hogaye hain. 2 blast silk board ke pass hue hain jo mere residence se 3 km hai uar ghar jane ke liye cab udhar se he jaati hai. Office main thodi der tak to chahal pahal rahi phir sab apna apna kaam karne lage.  Aur main ne rediff per iss news wala page open karke updated news aur usme diye logo ke comment padhne laga. Thodi thodi der main news update ho rahi hai aur different logo ke different comment padh raha huin.
log precautionary act ya advice dene ke vajaye politics, govt, community, leaders ko blame kar rahe hain. Koi bol raha hai ki muslims ko desh ke bahar nikal do to koi bolta hai democrecy gaya bhaad main army ko desh chalene do, to koi balta hai ki chalo india in sab ke khilaff chade ho jao inko muhtod javab dene ke liye. In sab comments ko padh kar ek baat to saaf hai ki logo ke dil main govt aur politics ke khilaaf kitna gussa hai. Ek baat aur lag rahi hai mujhe, yahain per logo ke comments aise aise hain ki lagta hai ki likhte waqt aankhe gusse se lal hongi aur abhi ja kar koi anti terroriist group banyeinge ya phir office se nikal kar govt ke khilaaf dharne per nikal padienge. Lakin aisa kuch nahi hone wala hai. Yahain internet per her kisi ko freedom hain koi kuch bhi kah sakta hai, lakin kahne aur karne main bahut fark hota hai. Her insaam yahain kisis na kisi muslim ko jaan ta hoga uska dost hoga padosi hoga to phir vo muslims ko india se nikalne ki baat kaise kar sakta hai. Itna chillane se accha hai ki kuch socho aur karo bhi.
Sab system mein he hai isko change karo sab change hoga. Kahte hain na samander ek ek boond se banta hai agar boond he gandi hogi to samander bhi vaisa he hoga. Agar her ek boond apne aapko saaf karle to samander khud-ba-khud saaf ho jayega. Agar hamain system badalna hai to kya hum apne aap ko change kar sakte hain kya? hain main kar sakta huin, shayad her insaan yahi answer dega. OK lets take a case agar vo watchman jo raat bhar jaagta hai 3000-/-4000/- ek month ki salary ke liye, usse ek raat ek aadmi road per dikhta hai ek beg ke saath,  watchman usse rokta hai to vo sahi insaan nahi lagta hai usse, aur phir vo insaan watch man ko 20000/- dikhata hai aur deta hai, guess watchman kya karega. My guess vo usse jane dega aur paise le lega.  Aur agar ye 20000/- 20000000/- kar diye jaye to vo unke saath chal bhi dega shayad jo vo kahega karne ke liye.
Agar system change karna hai to aise watchman, aisi mansikta ko change karna hoga. Kahna aasan hai karna nahi. Agar main sochuin mera ghar sirf mera ghar he nahi poora india hai to main thukne ke liye sirf bustbin ke paas jauinga. Jahain gandagi dikhegi usse dekh kar sirf ignore nahi karuinga. Kisi anjaan insaan ko dekhkar muhh nahi moduinga. Apne ghar main rahne wale logo ki china karuinga aur dekhbhal bhi. Ye aasan nahi hai main ne pahle he kaha tha bahut miskil hai. to system change kaise ho????

A Thief….To Whom We Disappointed!!

Yesterday……23 april 07

when i reached my room, on usual time 8pm i saw my room door’s lock is not there, its on floor and the part of lock is not there some nice person had cut it with saw.  at that moment only i got to know that something  bad happened to my room. i went inside holding that lock in hand and saw, both room’s bed and floor were full of laugage and cloths…….that nice persons has searched each and every pocket of cloths and suitcases………..then i quicklly started thinking that did  i had any valuable thing in my room but found nothing then i check my papers and certificates…….all were  there…………..nothing were missing……..

Then came out of room and called to my both room mates……….one came within 30 mins….he searched his valuable thing also all were there……..even credit cards:-)

After 2 hours we all three were there and thinking, nothing is gone,  guy or girl just broken the lock and checked for cash but that was not there………..he/she ll be so disappoined 😦

We had taken some videos and pic of first view of our rooms and guessed lots of things…….like that thief has taken all chocolets so may be thief is a girl……and not taken my sun galsses so may be he/she is not too young to wear sun glasses…………we tried to put FIR also but policeman said if nothing is gone then we can not put FIR.

We were thinking we are lucky……..because nothing is gone and we got an alarm to be alart:-p

But our land lord he is not helpfull….he came to know about this case at2pm and he didnt call us to inform us that this is happened. he disappointed us 😦