Thursday, 15 October 2015

My Wish

I have my right to remain silent 
Not answer any questions..
Or talk as much as I want
Tell my story to everybody or
to nobody at all
then fall down
Tired & Broken
To rise Again
Never to speak 
To stop the cycle of pain
To lighten the burden 
To break all bonds
To finish the unsaid
To end it all. 

Saturday, 3 October 2015

The 'Othering' of the 'Self'


Ajab do raha hai
yeh rishte ka
Woh rishta jisko kabhi
nahi kiya darj kisi register me
suni dil ki
kari dil ki..

Rishte par bharosa tha
ke khatam hoga
umar ke sath
chalega saans ke sath
aur liya bhi
waise hi be-parvaai se
jaise lete hain saans!

Jab rishta kho gaya
to laga jeevan
samapt ho gaya
kaise zinda
reh sakte the hum
kaise samna karte
unka jo dete the misaal hamari
kehte the 'understanding' kamal hamari
kya kehte logo se
mohabbat khatam ho gayi
'complications' ho jaati hain
'personal problems' ho jaati hain!

Ab jakar lagwana hoga thappa sarkari
jahan kabhi judne ka record na banaya
wahan rishta todne ki arzi deni hogi!
Likhwana hoga sarkari kagaz par
saboot/ gawah ke sath
Us rishte ke tootne ka sach
jo kanoonan kabhi bana hi nahi!

Rishte dil ke hote hain
jab dil badal gaya
to kya wohi azeeyat* kaafi nahi
kyun deni hogi safai
kyun?kaise?kab ki?
Arzi lagayen
Mai-baap khatam kar do
iss dor ko
kaat do yahin beech se
rok do hamari saans yahin par!
Kya euthanesia ka bhi same process/procedure hai??

(*muddat- period, *azeeyat- takleef)

Friday, 18 September 2015

Tanhayee


Kai baar yeh ehad*
khud se toda hai
ke azeeyat* dene wali socho
ko ab na socha karenge hum
Magar shaam dhalte hi
purane dost ki tarah
yeh aa jati hain haath thame
gale me baahen daale
tanhai ko abaad karne
khala ko bharne


kaash ke tanhai ko
is dard ko
bhej sakte
kisi kagaz par utaar kar tumko
magar isko
kagaz par utarna
mumkin hi nahi
kaali raat ke jaise
kagaz par phel jati hain
na koi lafz
na koi rang
jaise hamari kismat
bilkul syaah..

ek sannata
hota hai chaarsoo*
usme goonjti rehti hai tumhari
awaaz aur uske saaye
aur chalta rehta hai
deewar par guzre waqto ka video
us sabki tarah jo band hai
tumhare zehen ke camera me!


(*ehad- waada
azeeyat- extreme pain
khala- void
syaah- kala
charsoo*- chaaron taraf)

Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Suni - Sunayi



Sune hain tumhare kisse- kahaniyan jana
Jab se tark e talluq* se guzre hain hum jana
suna hai badi sukoon ki neend sote ho
suna hai ab gussa nahi hote ho
suna hai koi tees kisi khoyi mohabbat ki nahi baqi
suna hai aankh me nami ab nahi aati
suna hai apne rishte ka sach auro se
suna hai sab jhooth tha,dikhawa tha
suna hai humne ke sab ek bahlawa tha
suna hai humne ke yun hi hona likha tha
suna hai humne ke sab faisla hamara tha


Bahut kuch kehne ko abhi bhi hai baaqi jana
dil ki zuban band aur ankhon me hai paani jana
suna hai khamosh jazbo ki apni zuban  hoti hai
sunaa hai kuch ghadiyan badi be-imaan hoti hain
suna hai humne kai baaton ko jo be-yakeen lagti hain
suna hai humne tum ko chahaten badi haseen lagti hain

Jurm ka aetraaf* laga hai humko yeh jana
ke mohabbat ki hai saza mili hamein jana
suna hai iss jurm ki maafi nahi hoti hai
suna hai sazaye maut bhi kaafi nahi hoti hai
suna hai bas ek kaal kothri numa zindgi hoti hai
suna hai tanhayee ki azeeyat* shadeed* hoti hai

Yeh sab suni sunayi baatein ajab lagti hain
Yaaden sab sayebaan* si lagti hain
Tumko mubarak tumhari khushi jana
Humko dard me hai muskurana jana
Kasoor hamara saza ke qabil tha jana
Jab jurm mohabbat tha saza kismat thi jana ...


*tark e talluq- breaking of relations
*aetraaf- confession
*azeeyat- pain
*shadeed- extreme
*sayeban- shade

Monday, 31 August 2015

Silently Shouting


I want to scream with all my might
with all my energy fight
and then not say a word..
empty all the spoken words,
say nothing at all..
like a silent yearning
like a little tug at the heart
like an old prayer which never went far
like a fallen star
you will remember me
in the moonless quiet night
without a word or sight..
walking on my toes
I will come again
and my screams will be louder
louder than anything you may have heard before
louder than the loudest volcano
louder than the loudest sound
but, it will not matter to you
I may cry or shout
but you will not hear me
I am forever mute to you!



Thursday, 27 August 2015

Afternoon Meetings with RSS Pracharak


 We had a Participatory Sociology paper during our Master's program where we had to do a project, involving some fieldwork along with literature review. I had then read 'Religious Nationalism Confronts Secular State' (1993) by Mark Juergensmeyer, who examined this scenario on a global scale, apart from Peter van der Veer's Religious Nationalism (1994) who looked at it in the Indian context. I decided to do a project on 'Religious Nationalism' and planned to interview RSS and Jamaat e Islami people and visit their offices to understand their ideologies better. It was my first year of Post Graduation and I was very excited about my first ever research project in life! 

I got Delhi RSS office's Jhandewalan number and called them. The person on the other end was courteous, I decided to change my name to Rashmi and told him I was a journalism student doing a project and would like to speak to somebody who can give details of RSS work. I assured myself, the lie was to minimize bias, and to get absolutely true views. He suggested the name of a senior guy and gave me an appointment for the afternoon next day. 

It was early winters. Thankfully, my family has always been very supportive of me and did not create any fuss about me, a Muslim girl visiting a Hindu fundamentalists' den! I had some butterflies in my stomach.  I informed, my project supervisor teacher and a couple of friends that if I do not come back by that evening, where they should look for the body! (It was just a couple of months before Gujarat riots broke out). 

As my auto-rickshaw dropped me at Jhandewalan, I asked a few passers by for directions to RSS office. And, everybody knew (except me!). Anyways, as I entered this huge courtyard and went up to the Reception office, it had a map of India - not the map we use, but the Akhand Bharat map with territories extending beyond the present borders. There were only men, not a single woman in sight (not even a cleaner/sweeper)!

I introduced myself with my false identity and told them about the appointment.  A man took me through the neatly lined rows of rooms to a room on the first floor. This man was in his fifties, grey hair, clean shaven and quite fit for his age. He asked me to sit, the room was small but clean. It had a bed, table, some chairs and an almirah for books (as far as I can remember!). The Akhand Bharat map  was pasted on his wall as well.  

 He asked me my name, my address, my family background, educational qualification (being from Hindu College, DU helped!) and my course details. I told him I was a Jamia Millia Islamia student. I was worried, that he might ask for some ID card, etc. but he was too polite to ask. He was a Maharashtrian, who spoke very fluent Hindi. He started with the glorious history of RSS and the social work that they do, the discipline they follow. The chai came. (what if there was something in the chai, I thought but still drank. It was good). Since, it was the first meeting I just touched upon the theme of Religious Nationalism and what he thought of it. He said, RSS opposed Partition which was based on religion but then why Akhand Bharat, why partiality to Nepal, a Hindu state, why oppose secularism, I asked. He tried to give a few reasons for it, the usual-secularism as Muslim appeasement, Haj subsidy, Bangladeshi influx, Uniform Civil Code, condition of Muslim women, polygamy, etc. My one hour was almost over and other visitors started coming in. The arguments that he was making with the (fudged) data, if I was not a Muslim or did not know better, I would have converted too (which he tried to do very convincingly).
He was very articulate probably the reason why they had sent me to him, a popular man for sure. I asked him for the next appointment, which I got after two days.  

 The next time, I was more confident, I went to the reception and told them his name. A man tried to help, but I told him I knew my way. His doors were open and there was another elderly man with whom he was having an animated discussion. He asked me to sit on the other chair and kept talking to the other man. In between he looked at me as he made his point and I nodded my head. The other man left soon afterwards. Then, he told me that he was his friend and Vice Chancellor of a University (cannot remember the name of central government university honestly!) and he often visited RSS office. I was shocked and wished if I had known earlier, I would have asked a few questions! 

I started with a question on Muslims. He went deep into the history about Muslim mis-rule and referred me to a map which showed all 'disputed sites' where he claimed Muslims had destroyed and made their mosques and will be reclaimed (not just Ayodhya, Mathura, Kashi). The excesses Muslim kings had committed. The way Muslim population is growing (which I had countered that depends on and differs according to classes amongst Muslims) but he just had so many numbers and so much data to counter back that it was futile to argue. He just kept giving me data from different sources (his sources!) In between came the chai and some biscuits,which I took unhesitatingly this time. 

 I got tired of his usual Muslim bashing so changed it to his personal life. He talked about his family, his parents were dead, siblings were not in touch, RSS was the only family now. He had done his Master's in Political Science (not surprising at all, as his grasp over laws/ governance was very good!) I asked him if he missed having a family. He said, RSS was his family, he lived a disciplined life of a soldier. He was a vegetarian (surprise, surprise!). I took his leave and asked for a final appointment. 
    
The final visit was again in his room. This time chai came early. I started with pleasantries and came straight to the topic of Muslims.' He told me, 'you are young, you do not know the real them as yet'. I wanted to shout, 'I am one myself', but kept my mouth shut. I tried to reason that I know enough Muslims being in Jamia that all his prejudices I can explain. He just needed to know them better. (Thankfully, by that time 'Love Jihad' was not in fashion or he would have warned me against it!)

By the third visit, despite his biased views I had begun to like him. He was no more the RSS wala but 'Ashutosh'* ji. As a person, he was soft spoken, educated, respectful towards women and as I liked to believe "misguided" by RSS's entire anti-Muslim propaganda. But, it would have been interesting to see if he remained as courteous and polite if I had told him my real name and identity.  

We already have seen and heard enough of RSS walas on Television debates that there was nothing 'new' that I found out. Maybe, they are all taught the same thing through their books and training at their shakhas and do not want to see the 'other' as human. Bigotry is difficult to practice when you know people personally. 'Humanizing' the fundamentalist did happen on a very personal level for me. 

Later, Gujarat Riots broke out and all those men brain washed with hatred killed, burnt, raped and abused Muslim men and women. It was very disappointing and disturbing. I spoke to my teacher at great length about the shallowness of these ideologies.     

  And, after that when I went to speak to Jamaat e Islami people, it was again the other end of the spectrum. There is no "humanizing" the 'other'. The 'other' is what defines 'them', this hatred will continue as its more a question for political survival for both, religion is just a tool.  

 (*name changed)
(Based on the fieldwork done many years back)


Monday, 24 August 2015

Pottery School - Delhi Blue Pottery Trust


I was always fascinated by pottery, so I decided to finally learn it a few days back. A friend's friend had done a course from Delhi's famous pottery school situated at Delhi Blue Apartments near Safdarjung Hospital next to AIIMS Trauma Center.

 I spoke to them over the phone, it was a beginner's six months course and you could pay the fees in two installments. The moment I went to register I was taken in by the beautifully crafted things that were all over the place. I could hear Jagjit Singh ghazals in the background. Rajesh Srivastav, the instructor, talented ceramic artist himself, (from BHU) took the fees and gave the schedule (two days a week,three hour long class), along with a copy of book on Pottery, published by Delhi Blue Pottery Trust. He keeps a keen eye on everyone's wheels and answers/ explains patiently all the questions by the students often with a humorous quip!  

Once, I joined I was asked to make masks (as my joining co-incided with Mask making workshop) which meant working with the mud but no wheel, and giving it different facial shapes. By the time I made my third mask, it came out well, on which some improvements were done by Rajesh ji, with an interesting remark, "art is flawed, it should not be perfect." 

The next week started with understanding and knowing the craft of pottery. I was asked to "knead the dough" properly. Then came the wheel. The dough, finely rounded after kneading, goes on the wheel (electric wheel). It has to be centered on the wheel, setting the speed of the wheel is important while making peaks or plateaus of the mitti on the wheel. It is a beautiful process, where you keep adding water, and see how the touch of different fingers shapes it differently. Once learner finishes in the stipulated time of three hours, another ten minutes are dedicated to cleaning the wheel so that next learner can start on it, without the fuss of cleaning. 

 The afternoon tea is the time when everybody gathers together, chats, share stories or just plain gossip at times, mostly with Rajesh ji who is sometimes joined by the other instructor, Preeti ji.
   
The seniors who have been learning here, ranging from one to two plus years, are usually very helpful with tips (Three years is when you graduate out of the school). The students can buy their creations at nominal rates (based on the measurement in weight of the object). My class is an all-women class (ordinary men do not learn pottery it seems, delicate art modern men cannot handle the required patience for the craft!). But, those men who do come to learn turn out to be fast and better learners, according to Rajesh ji.

One has to carry an apron for the class, as whatever one wears gets soiled by the mud. I heard interesting stories on how girls come all nicely dressed but after a week, start coming in rough clothes. Even with an apron, clothes do get spoiled. But, nobody bothers about the clothes as sitting on the wheel can take you on a journey of another world, as mud through your fingers takes different and beautiful shapes. 

It is an extremely therapeutic craft in today's stressful lives. One understands how mitti can be a metaphor for our lives. On the circle (wheel) of life, if the center (basics/core) is not strong the shape will not come out well. The touch of different fingers (circumstances) changes the shape of vessel. But, it is only when it goes into the furnace that it becomes strong!

Yuchi chalte chalte

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