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05 January, 2012

NONSENSE TALK VI..............




The news of the dismal performance of Indian team in Australia reached to the chaupal of my village. Everybody looked upset, unhappy and disappointed with the way tour has been going on so far.

“Can anybody tell me how India is faring in Australia” septuagenarian Sajjan chacha asked this question before the gathering. But everyone present in the gathering was sure that this ‘anybody’ was addressed for sukhia sukhwardhan, who always kept a small radio in his pocket and never failed to listen to commentary. It was his unsaid responsibilities to convey the latest updates about the cricket match to the villagers. He was quite happy to get another opportunity to tell the highlights of the match.

“Two days already passed chachha , and Indian team has reached in danger zone. When team got all out at 191 runs yesterday, at that time I sensed the trouble, but never knew that Australia would make such a mammoth score, 482/4. Still six wickets are to play, it is almost certain that India would lose this match. One match they have already lost, second in pipeline, I do not understand what has happened to Indian team”- there was a genuine concerned in his tone.
“ Last year, when Indian team visited England, there also they lost all matches there from the Anrez”- Added Somra, felt happy to express his general knowledge about Indian cricket at the chaupal. “But India defeated England in all matches when team England toured here”- Sukhia sukhwardhan continued.

“That I do not understand why our team loses the match when they play at foreign land” – Khurpathia put this question before the chaupal assembly. Now everybody was trying to find the right reason of our cricketers’ abysmal performance at overseas.

Mangatram , who  was denied the subsidized grains from the public distributive system last month because of some unknown reasons wanted to know whether players were getting enough food in the foren country or not ?  When he was told that Indian team was not facing food shortage over there and they are fed amply, he was not sure. When Sukhia showed the recent  photos of Indian players appeared in today’s newspaper in that some of them were looking plump and rest of them were looking happy and contended ,then only he accepted it.

But Budhiya, a skill development beneficiary, who recently left the job and came to village from Delhi was very much concerned about players’ accommodation, playing time and pay perks. “How can our player perform well, when they are made to play early in the morning at 5 o’clock, who knows they may be kept in stadium without proper bed, bathroom facility, you know these things also matter in performance.”

Somra laughed at his enquiry and replied: “you are a real simpleton, they are big players, they have no dearth of money or connection, and anywhere they can have good accommodation, food, pay perks and all facilities. One thing more, Australia timing is different from Indian timing. When here is 5 am. , in Australia it is around 9 o’clock. So their playing timing is not bad”

“You are right bhaiya,” MGNREGS card holder chamka added, “they work more than hundred days playing cricket ,then they work on television selling toothpaste soap, detergent etc. , then they have other livelihoods for rest of the year, why they will be poor or in problem anywhere”

“When they are getting good food, good accommodation, good pay perk, good working condition, then also why they do not perform well. Are Angrez, Australians more talented than our players”  Sajjan chacha asked this question to “anybody Sukhia “.
“No kaka, it is not so, otherwise they would have defeated our player here also.”
“Then” sajjan chacha was perplexed.

There was a lull in the chaupal assembly for some time. First time Mukhiyaji entered into the discussion. With his heavy tone he continued “see we have (khet) fields in all the directions but are all fields same. No, all fields are not same. The field north to our village is good for paddy cultivation but not good for gram and the field west to our village is good for gram and paddy but not so good for sugar cane. Matlab ye, ( it means ) sometimes everything is ok, you are a good farmer, you have good seeds, you have good working bulls but if field is not suitable then how will you expect good yield”
Ok, so field is not suitable for our player – ohhhh—understood— almost everybody spoke in unison.

Somra wanted to differ with Mukhiyaji’s field theory, he wanted to ask why this field was barren for India and fertile for Australian but he knew once mukhiyaji told his final opinion, it was useless to question it.  He too followed chaupal tradition and admired mukhiyaji’s wit.

Finally my villagers were able to find the reasons of Indian players’ poor performance in Australia.



[  As I was informed by my childhood friend  over the phone ]



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Ramanuj Dubey

27 December, 2011

जय हो नया साल ---


बज  रहे  नगाड़े 
मच  रही  धूम 
कही – कही 
उड़  रहे  गुलाल 
जय  हो  नया  साल 
                          
                             कही  चल रहा  व्हिस्की 
                            कही   चल  रहा  रम
                           हो  रही है  पार्टी 
                          साथ   मे सबाब
                         जय  हो नया  साल 

हो  रहे  धमाके 
मन  रहा  जश्न 
मंत्री  जी ने  दी  बधाई 
जनता  प्रसन्न 
और  क्या चाहिए  जनाब 
जय  हो  नया  साल 
                            
                                   
हर  जगह  बन रहा 
चिकेन  मंचूरियन  खास 
उस गली  का  बच्चा 
आज  भी  खाया 
रोटी  बिना  प्याज 
जय  हो  नया  साल 
                              
                    
       चमचम  गड्डी निकली 
      बेंड बाज्जे के  साथ 
     रस्ते में खड़ा  रिक्शावाला 
    दिया  हवालदार  ने 
   दो  चार  हाथ 
  जय  हो  नया  साल 

                                                           धनिया  आज  भी  पिटी
                                                          तनेसर  महाजन से 
                                                         झिड़का  उस  बनिए  ने 
                                                        शनिचरी को  सौ  बार 
                                                       जय हो  नया  साल 

अब  कतना जय  करे 
जय  की  जगह 
हर  जगह  है 
जय  हो  इंडिया 
जय हो  भारत 
जय  हो  नया  साल 

                                        रामानुज दुबे 

26 December, 2011

NONSENSE TALK V..............





Nowadays I have become nocturnal. Kudos to my knee condition and physiotherapist’s unique advice for doing knee exercise for 15-30 minutes at the interval of every four hours that make me waking up whole night. I find easy to do such medically prescribed exercise in night. In night there is less distraction, I count religiously all sets of exercise and feel satisfaction over the progress of my knee movement and muscle around it. My treatment is in last leg and I am sanguine that very soon I shall start running, jumping, dancing and doing all sort of fun which involve healthy knee.

I do not sleep whole night; this has become a well known fact among my friends. These days, generally I receive phone calls at midnight as according to them midnight is my morning and day is like night for me!

Today morning around 7 o’clock when I was going to sleep, I received a call from one of my best friends. He was apologetic to call me at odd hour.

‘No issue dear’ I laughed, what happened, anything serious?
For sometime there was no response from his side, it appeared he was sobbing. I got upset, repeatedly asked him “what happened”
“we broke up, she left me” saying so he started crying like a kid.
I was completely at a loss, not knowing how to react. My friend was in relationship with that girl since 2007 and they were a great pair. I had a very good time with them when last time I had visited Delhi. Last week I came to know from our common friend vijay that he had some trouble in relationship but it would end up in such a mess I was not anticipating.
I tried to comfort him. “Ok dear, take it easy, sometimes such things happen in our life, don’t worry, tell me what happened, why you broke up” I wanted to know the reason.
“You know, I am a cursed soul, a completely cursed soul”-
“No you are not”- I replied                                                                                                             “ya dear, I am a cursed soul so is she. We are doomed to depart. Nothing worked out here. We are destined to depart”.
He kept on telling such sorrowful sentences for some times. I did not broach this subject and he hung up after five minutes.

After that I called our common friend Vijay I and asked about the ‘break up ‘episode.
Vijay laughed when I mentioned the word ‘cursed soul’ and his explanation about break up.                   

 Vijay explained: “see when he entered into relationship, he was telling the girl that he was more cursed than girl and girl was telling, ‘no, no, I am more cursed than you’. Then sometime later, both come to the conclusion that both are equally cursed, but recently girl started saying that he was more cursed than her and he was telling that she was more cursed than him, hence, break up, ha ha ha”

I could not resist laughing on this funny explanation. Vijay has knack of finding such funny and nonsense reason for every such issue .
Anyway, this ‘coursed soul’ word still roaming in my mind. I remember last time when I was in Delhi I stayed with Vijay in his flat for fifteen days. It was 2 BHK flat and there were four flats on that floor. Vijay , being quite introvert rarely talked with neighbors. When I asked about his neighbors, he was completely clueless. He knew only one neighbor, old retired bureaucrat who was living with his wife in the adjacent flat from last seven years. Others two flats occupied by the renters so he did not feel necessary to know about them. When I insisted the importance of knowing your neighbors, he laughed at me saying “dear this is Delhi not your Dhobai (my village)”.
“But you must know about your neighbors”- I retorted                                                                              “ok, if you feel so strongly about it, why you don’t you go and enquire about them and inform me. Overall you are my best buddy like my brother”- he challenged me.                                                                         “Sure, I will do it for you “I replied smilingly.
       
Next day, I came to know that out of two flat, in one flat a Maharastrian family was residing the head of the family Jatin was working in Reserve Bank of India and in another flat one girl aged around 23-24 yrs was living. I saw her locking the door of flat in the morning. I met Jatin in the morning when he was walking on the floor, he had pleasant personality and I really enjoyed talking with him. In evening when I was coming from the market I saw the girl who was living in front of my friend’s flat. I greeted her and told her that she was my friend’s neighbor. She reciprocated my greeting and we started talking. From chat, I came to know that she was from Jharkhand, working in a MNC, living with a friend from Punjab who was a model and they were in live-in-relationship. I found her bubbly, out spoken, confident and mature. She appeared gun-ho about her live-in-relationship and newly acquired freedom in Delhi. I was smitten by her lively spirit. From that day onwards, we started spending evening together at the balcony of the flat. We talked a lot, about movies, actors, politicians, poor infrastructure of Bihar and Jharkhand, rigid patriarchal society, blah, blah. But whenever I wanted to know about her parents or sibling she would change the topic or one or other pretext leave the discussion and go inside her flat. I realized, she did not feel comfortable asking about family or personal question, so I refrained myself from doing so.  

On Saturday evening she invited me to her flat for coffee. I politely refused because I did not want to go to her flat without my friend vijay. Perhaps she understood my hesitation and invited both of us on Sunday morning at 10’clock at breakfast. When I conveyed vijay in the night about her invitation for breakfast, his response was lukewarm. In his opinion, keeping any relation with her would prove headache for him in future, so he decided not to go to her flat for breakfast. But he insisted I must go there. In fact she was our matter of talk, he too was very curious to know about her completely without being involved with her.

On Sunday morning at exact 10clock, I switched the bell of her flat. I did not get any response for some time. Hesitantly again I pressed the switch. This time I heard the sound of walking, thanks god she is awake, otherwise I was thinking of returning. She opened the door, and I entered inside. The inside view was quite queer. Everything was sixes and sevens,. Broken glass and broken wine bottles were lying on the floor, there was puke on one corner, cigarette packs and wrappers of namkins were spread over the sofa and whole flat was dirty. I saw her, her face was swollen and there were bruises on her face and hands. Her partner was half naked sleeping in the room.  She was very much embarrassed. I did not know how to react in this situation. I just asked her about the bathroom and entered into it. In bathroom, I saw the undergarments of her and her boyfriend was lying on the marble and in one corner two used  condoms  filled with semen were kept. I felt like vomiting. Immediately I came out of bathroom.

“How you stay here and what kind of life are you leading?”  it was disgusting.                                                                                   Perhaps last night she had fought with her partner. Her swollen face, torn lips, bruises all over her body was giving evidence to it. She was in tears. Whiningly she said to me “ I AM CURSED TO LIVE IN HERE”. There was pain in her eyes, excruciating pain; I felt her deeply wounded soul. I excused myself from there and came back to Vijay’s flat.

I did not know what was her problem, what was her term and condition with her partner but it was sure that she was unhappy deep inside and there was no peace in her life.

I discussed her case and her sentence “cursed to live in here” with Vijay. He took it lightly. he said : “do not worry dear, she might not have reached organsm last night ,so she felt like living there in curse, next day she will be satisfied with her partner everything will be ok, he he he”

His remark was quite funny, He always finds out funny facts about “cursed life”. Why I cannot accept or digest such thing in lighter vein like vijay.

 When an individual says or feels that he/she is a cursed soul or living in cursed situation that is the extreme state of grief, zenith of depression.  I do not know how these people will deal with it. But whenever I feel low, I remember Pollyanna and play ‘glad game’ and feel light, fresh and full of positive energy.


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Ramanuj Dubey



                                                                             

           





18 December, 2011

Haiku XVI----





{1}



Sleepless nights
Fight unfairly with
Worthless tears

{2}

Worth of home
Yet to understand
Vagabond

{3}

Your pious presence
Makes my life worthier
I go in deep trance


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Ramanuj Dubey 


25 November, 2011

NONSENSE TALK IV..............




Today our brave and brawny government killed Maoist leader Koteshwar Rao along with four other Maoists. For Government these killing sprees are not new. This has been going on in our country from a long time.

It is very easy to see five murders by our absolute powerful government. But do our governments (state and centre) kill only those who have gun in their hands and through their own way trying to make this country a better place? The answer of this question is not as simple as it appears.

According to one report , in telengana area last month ninety people committed suicide and last year around 3000 people took this extreme step because they wanted ( to live) , oh sorry, to die with dignity rather than in penury .

Last edition of the magazine “The week” had special cover story on the suicide of Bidharva farmers. A large number of poor die every day due to hunger, disease and lack of basic amenities.
Innocent poor farmers are being killed brutally and systematically by this present anti poor system and majority of us do not feel the need of even raising the questions pertaining to these issues.

Recently Mallya had some financial problems and he demanded 600 crores rupees interest free loan / assistance from the government. If government releases that money to the corporate house, it is assumed that the entire amount will go to the destination and if there is any leakage, it will be very less. But is this the same case with the poor?

 There are umpteen schemes made for the poor by our celebrated welfare state. These welfare funds always come to the poor with so many stake holders. These stake holders are in anyway not less than a vulture. These vultures have more than eighty percent shares in poor’s welfare fund. Even the relief money for the farmers’ family, what they get from the state after the suicide of the earning member, is not untouched by these monsters.

The system of share in poor’s fund is well defined and above question. Those who dare to question this Bandar bant; they are called naxalites, trouble maker, uncouth and traitor. They get humiliation, jail and bullets from the state. A well deserved prize!

 Salute to those comrade who are working for common people in their own way. They despise this system because these flawed systems really deserve a overhauling.

Of course being a rural development worker we have chosen a very easy and comfortable path, but danger in our path is that by working in our domain and opposing the lacuna in the system vehemently when we become the indispensible part of the system we do not know!

Oh god! Always show us righteous path--

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Ramanuj Dubey

23 November, 2011

Haiku XV----





{1}

Heard sermon
Agony aunt's version
My little girl


{2}

Acquiring
Designed relation
Illusion




{3}



Livid Life
Soaked in the summer
Forgotten
   

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Ramanuj Dubey



14 November, 2011

Haiku XIV---






{1}



Every one matters
Glamorous doll, god & funny kidult
My fantasized world

{2}

 Old flame did not last
Saw your beatific smile
Dead loss was the past

{3}

Working thoroughly
Peasants of my village, searching
Indian summer  

----------------------------------------Ramanuj Dubey