Solo "Uski Maa"

Solo :- "Uski Maa "
Writer :- Pandey Bechan Sharma 'Ugra'
Direction & Acting :- Ramanuj Dubey

Solo "Uski Maa"

साजिश

साजिश 

एक आवारा शब्द 

जो कहीं भी तैरता दिख सकता है 

इधर भी , उधर भी 

इनकी हंसी में भी 

उनके रुदन में भी 

हमारे मन में भी 

और तुम्हारे मन में भी 

हर तरफ ही 

साजिश 

अख़बार या सरकार की तरह होता है 

साजिश का हकीकत इतना सतही नहीं होता 

साजिश का भी एक साजिश होता है 

साजिश के अंदर भी एक साजिश 

जिसमे ताकत होती है 

अच्छे बुरे सब  को शामिल  करने का
ठीक उसी तरह 

जिस  तरह सरकार या अख़बार 

तैयार कर लेता है दलालों का एक  फ़ौज 

दूर से दीखता हुआ साजिश 

दरअसल एक समाज है 

हर एक का अपना अपना खटराग है 

लेकिन साजिश तो है 

जो बनता है , बिगड़ता है 

बिगाड़ता भी है 

और हर एक साजिश से बिगड़ता समाज 

ढूढँता रहता है मानव का उत्थान -पतन 

और फिर जुट जाता है 

एक नई साजिश में ---

रामानुज  दुबे 

NONSENSE TALK VIII..............

All is not well in our democracy. We are living in that age where talking about poor and their rights, talking about genuine problems, talking against feudal forces and government considered as blasphemous.  Every government and all political parties are claiming high that they are the only savior of the poor. If you do not believe it, just see the face book account of all of them. All the accounts are colored with development works, inclusive growth and striving for real democracy. But what these political parties and their political bosses are claiming on public sites, are they really concerned about these issues, I have doubts.

We have been listening right from the childhood that in democracy we the people are supreme. We are the integral part of democracy, we elect the government and we decide the fate of the country. Appears cool as cucumber! If we are really powerful, if we are really so important in the democratic process then why some of us are living a squalid, wretched, subdued and fearful life? Why almost one third population of our country is leading a life less than human? Why a large number of our fellow countrymen still do not feel a part of pristine and progressive democracy?

Now question arises, whether our country is on the path of development or deterioration? If our country is on the path of development, then whose development it has been doing? Every government boasts about a lot of development plans, programmes and schemes but at the end of the day what kind of achievement these development processes are bringing to the poor; this is the matter of speculation.

Ask any government about development and you will be bombarded by statistics. How much these numbers/ statistics are true, it is always a matter of debate. Recently I had a lengthy discussion on this subject with one of my friends. Being a petty officer in state government, my friend thought, it was his natural duty to defend the government. In fact, he was defending his miniscule sincere development work. My intention was not to upset him but at the same I did not want him to shy away from the realities. His discussion was full of numbers and statistics. Government gave this much thousands houses free under IAY scheme ,that much crores were given  as wages under NREGS, that much lakhs families getting subsidized ration under PDS and that much jobs are generated for the poor. He kept on eulogizing free education and health services in the state.  . When he exhausted with all details and data, then I asked him some questions:-

Ø  Do the poor have voice?

Ø  Do they believe in the system?

Ø  Are they real beneficiary of the government scheme?

Ø  What is the standard of the services provided by the state for the poor?

Ø  Does government ensure the dignified life to the poor?

All the government programmes on the paper appear quite attractive and path breaking. All poverty alleviation programmes talk about empowerment of poor, giving them a voice and sense of worth but why the same programmes fail to translate on the ground. How disturbing it looks when we read the news that a wage earners hand was chopped off because he was unable to pay 300 rupees to moneylender and when he goes to police station, Superintendent of police says it a concocted story. In such a feudalistic system where the victims are not heard properly then how people will believe in the system? How shocking it is, when a teenager poor girl is raped in the running train and when she complains, the head of the state blames to opposition to defame the government. How much faith that girl will have in the elected representative? How shameful it is when a large number of farmers and the poor commit suicide and the state try to put blame on victims rather than owing the responsibilities of murders.  When such incidents occur at that time all the statistics, all the numbers appear fraud, misleading and utter nonsense.

A very noxious trend is developing in our democracy, if you are a poor, government will dole out some life saving necessities but you are not expected to speak, you are not expected to weep, you are not expected to whine and you are not expected to complain. What you are expected to do is to be gentle, docile, meek and suffer the humility meted out by the system. As you are poor, you are expected to live like a poor. Do not question the authority, do not speak up, just shut up and accept the situation.

Kudos to our democracy! Kudos to our feudal system!

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Ramanuj Dubey

Without God

Observing the frauds of followers

I changed my god

Oh god!

My new god is also not without flaws

Its painful but

Trying to learn to live

Without god.

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Ramanuj Dubey

Haiku XVIII..............

{1}

Entirely flummoxed 
Virgin breeze murmur, whisper
Enticing autumn



{2}


Running without cloth
Embracing lively season
Meretricious winter


{3}


Smiling sun ignores
Trumpeting the importance
Of the wax statue

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Ramanuj Dubey

A Letter to Dad----

Dear Dad,

Last year, this time, when the world was celebrating valentine day with fun and gusto, I along with some relatives and villagers, at the bank of pious Ganga river, was preparing to bid you forever good bye. This was one of the worst moments of my life; I was meeting with you after fourteen months just to see your mortal body! Dad, I never realized before that one day you would leave us, you would make us forlorn and leave this mortal world without meeting me. I wanted to talk with you, you and me and no one around us, I wanted to complain, I wanted to weep bitterly in your bosom, I wanted to hug you, I wanted to kiss you but I could not let out my pent-up emotions before everybody . Still I regret—that was the last time to confess my unlimited and endless love towards you, that was the last moment to heart out before you—dad, I lost the opportunity ! And I know, I ll regret this entire life.

Dad, I have been very poor in confessing love. I still do not know how to express love. Perhaps my bizarre taciturn behavior and my queer unusual outburst were the mute expression of deepest love towards you. I had a feeling that I loved grand pa more than mom and you but after losing you last year I realized that it was you dad, it was you, to whom I loved the most. I never felt so deeply about anyone, not even after the demise of grand pa, with whom I was so free and near. From last year not a single day I have slept without moist eyes, every night I remember my childhood, days spent with you, your story telling session and yours over religious routine life.

Dad, I always found a saint in you. You were a saint in the family set up. Open hearted, simple, imposing, kind hearted and a real gentle man. A man with limited needs. You never wore costly cloths, always had simple food and never believed in pomp and decorated life.  Your simple and selfless life always inspires me to lead a virtuous life.

Dad, I had a complaint against you, you never approved my theatre activities. I always wanted you to see my stage plays, street plays and other theatre activities.  I never got courage to invite you because I knew your detest for this form of art. But recently when mom told me that you never missed my any radio dramas and you had made a file in which you collected all the paper clippings related to my theatre activities, I could not resist crying. Whole night I wept. Why dad, why? Why didn’t you say one time to me that you really liked my work, you indeed felt my work was meaningful for the society.

Dad, I have so many things to share with you, I want to talk with you nonstop, for a long time but dad, emotion is overpowering me and tears are rolling down on my cheek. Now I am unable to ---------------


Love you Dad, love you more than salt!

Yours,
Ramanuj

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Ramanuj Dubey