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Winter Solitude

A lone eagle in the sky, cool breeze brushing my cheeks, parakeets making a racket on leafless poplar trees, yellow leaves drifting aimlessly to kiss the ground, larger trees swaying in a rhythmic, spiritual dance. Shivering birds search for night shelter. The rayless sun hidden behind the wispy clouds decides quitly to make his exit and let the night take over.

Somewhere a door slams shuts breaking the silence. A group of seven sisters noisely circles around the park and the lifeless, pale buildings and settles on the top branches . Today was a nipping day when one wants to be wrapped in a warm shawl or a cloak or a veil of memories.

An aeroplane flies past distruping the calm , a crow objects. I spot him sitting on the electric pole. A loner yet not so lonesome. There is something about the crows, mysterious, grand and regal. Something that does not want me to shooo them away like others. He looks around and takes a flight into the sky which  has turned  a peculier shade of grey today.

The stray dogs oblivious to all the changes around them cuddle on dry leaves and sleep as always. The cars zip past them but the only movement is a raised ear, or a half opened eye.

It’s began to drizzle. The clouds seem to be gathering in my eyes too, ready to pour. I watch.Standing near the open door. Inhale the sweet smell of the earth mixed with the roses in my flower pots. Fragrant evening.

Slow and steady falls the rain. The trees grieve with me. They look exhausted so am I. My eyelids are heavy with sleep. Hot tears burn ny eyes and yet I am unable to cry. Partings are never that easy. I reflect on the events of last few days.

I ask myself again and again why didn’t your footstep echo with mine? Everything seems to be rendered silent by the loss.

A steady drizzle of quiet moments.

I can hear the Aazan from a closeby mosque and the temple bells for the evening prayers. It is around 6 in the evening and already dark and dreary. One after another images come floating in my mind.  I hear whistle of a train winding it’s way in the mountain, the explosion of colors in the evening sky over the snow clad mountains of Ranikhet, the sound of rain pelting against the tin roof of the army rest house in the cantonment, thunder and lightning and the darkness thats slowly fills you till your very core.

A bitter sweet symphony of life. I love the evening rain that slowly builds up in the night and the fresh morning after that. A smile struggles through the tears and I switch on the music. Rain and music- two things that heal. I inhale deeply and take in the fresh sweet night air filling my senses and then exhale slowly letting out hurts, resentments, grudges, pain.

I remember lines from a poem by T.S.Eliot

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

(From Preludes)

Poem : Fallen Leaves

( image courtesy Google images)

Once green and pulsating with life
kissed by the morning sunshine
and bathed in the misty dew
dry brittle leaves
silently fall to the ground
passing winds stir, sift and swirl them
into open grounds, forgotten vacant lots
green pastures and cobbled streets

They quiver,
shiver
and fall silently
footsteps pestle them to dust
but these little waifs
never question their fate

Carried by the swift currents
they meet whirlpools and rocky shores,
rapids and precipices
only to disappear forever
culminating their journey of life

Such is the fate of man
riding on the winds of time
carried by the river of life
he too slowly vanishes
into the realms of unknown

Tigress Sita in Bandhavgardh national park. pic taken by Amit Kher

Hush

A poem I wrote after a visit from Corbett National Park.


She stood on the edge

overlooking the valley.

Her elegant frame silhouetted

in the moonlit night.

Her intense eyes,

Pregnant with grief and pain.

Her gaze,

Penetrating into the quite lugubrious abyss.

The maelstrom inside her,

resounding in the stillness of the night.

Nothing is moving, not even the dewdrops

hanging precariously from the leaves.

A small cub rests in peace

cuddled between her paws.

It’s body cold as ice.

They had been there together

just one night

both mother and child.

Slowly she slumps beside the lifeless child

and licks the furry body.

Tucking it closer with her paws

she embraces it for One last time.

The forest watches quiescent.

© Tikuli

India has lost more than 50 per cent of its tiger population in the past five years.


First two weeks of the year 2010 brought bad news yet again for the Tiger lovers. The three tiger deaths sent warning bells among the Tiger conservationists.

IT IS TIME WO WAKE UP AND DO SOMETHING.

According to the Wildlife Protection Society of India, there have been 84 tiger deaths, by both natural and poaching causes, in 2009-10. From around 40,000 at the turn of the last century, there are just 1411 tigers left in India, wildlife experts say tigers could be extinct in 20 years.

It is time we all started a serious campaign to save this majestic animal from extinction. There are many people who are already doing every bit  for this cause, one such blogger is Aman from Jabalpur. check out his blog Save The Tigers

Do we want to go the way Panna National Park and Sariska have gone ?

There are NO Tigers left there . What could be more tragic than this !

Tiger Alert

Click the link . A MUST  READ

When I visited Corbett National Park as a teenager I saw the Tiger family for the first time in wild and learned the shocking facts about poaching, dwindling tiger population, the corrupt officials, encroachment, the pathetic state of Tiger reserves, existence of international markets for illegal tiger parts, lack of funds and much more. Things have gone from bad to worse since then.sightings have become very rare and poaching is done with the help of forest officials which came as a blow to me. I heard the story of some royal people coming from Middle East especially for Tiger hunting and it was “arranged” by the officials there.

How can we expect a change in these conditions? Is there no hope ?

“Tiger Reserve: habitat protection is the key to sustenance of the gene pool. Inviolate spaces offer ideal breeding conditions for the tiger.” LINK

It is very clear that there is an urgent need for upgrading and maintaining the levels of security system in the Tiger Reserves, strict laws and even strict punishments for law breakers, a nationwide awareness campaign.

There is a lot one can do to save our National Animal. Choose  your way to protect the Tiger , check this

Save the Tiger/ What can I do ,  join the roar Here ,  join Stripey the cub on Facebook,  Show your support  here .

I did and so did my children.



I wanted this post to be a Bloggers Campaign for saving the Tiger. Write about it . Anything which will make the readers stop and ponder and do their bit  just like The Hitchwriter and IHM did.

Join NGOs that are working for this cause in your area. Become a volunteer. Spread the word.

Do read the Tiger posts from the blog world and ping them for support. Let us make difference.

17 out of the 37 Tiger Reserves are on the verge of loosing all their tiger population.

According to WWF

Tiger hunting was officially banned only after the enactment of the Wildlife (Protection) Act in 1972. Today increasing biotic disturbances, uncontrolled poaching of prey, urbanization, mining and quarrying; and poaching of tiger for its body parts gravely threaten the future of the tiger. Bones and other body parts of the tigers are used in Traditional Chinese Medicines (TCM) and their skins are used for making Chubas( the traditional robe worn by the Tibetans). It is this illegal market for tiger skins and parts in China and Tibet that remains as one of the most serious threat to wild tiger populations in India.”


It is not just with Tigers in India , there are hundreds of birds and animal species which are being neglected due to the callous attitude of our government and forest officials. Remember the Tal Chappar Tragedy . When I wrote that post I remembered how snakes also are getting extinct along with many other species including the elusive Tiger.

Click on the link to view the Tiger Reserves in India

Protect the Tigers to protect the web of life and the entire ecosystem.

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The Moon Tonight

Moon outside my window

Beautiful winter  night

orange moon shines

A passionate kiss

I remove my hair clips

Clouds descend

Centre for Development of Women’s Studies (CDWS)  disturbing statistics  say 42 women are raped every day in India, one every 35 minutes.

Only one in about 70 cases of rape gets reported. This means that about 69 women get raped before one lodges an official complaint. Of the reported cases (only one out of 70), only 20 per cent are convicted. Consequently, only three out of 1,000 rapists ever get convicted. So most rapists can get away with rape.

From 9 to 90 every woman is unsafe here.

Age, status, caste ,creed, looks NO BAR, a woman is raped for just one reason : Being a woman. Nothing else.

When my maid came up with the news that a 90+ woman who had gone to a nearby “jungle” close to where she stays for morning job , she was raped by four men. The men ran away leaving the traumatized victim in a state of shock. The incident which happened very close to the local police station was pushed under the carpet. No complaint was launched. Case closed.

The maid , who was still under shock kept wondering  WHY an old woman for God’s sake ? and then came the reply from with . Because she was a woman.

She said in hushed voice, ” it does not matter if you are old or young , beautiful or ugly, rich or poor, what matters is you are a woman. what they(men) need is a hole and two boobs.”

I was more shocked than her. Shocked at the truth she was speaking. The words burned into my soul like embers.

That was the truth, complete and honest.

This is the reality which glares at us from every part of the country be it villages, cities anywhere.

Little girls , young women, old women no one is safe in this country.

In most of the cases the rapists are known people.

A father, a brother, an uncle , a friend. Who are we supposed to trust?

Rape doe not happen like they show in films, it comes from unexpected sources, hits hard and stuns the victim.

I remember Gulzar Saheb’s poem Rape’s few lines here :

” sirf aurat thi wo, kamzor thi wo,

char mardon ne, ki wo mard the bas

pasedeewar use rape kiya

translation

Just a woman, weak, vulnarable

four men, only because they were men

pinned her against the wall and raped her.

Unfortunately  most of the times women are blamed for the rape and sexual abuse cases. I have heard even other woman saying ,” aaise ban than ke nikalegi to mardon ki nazar to kharab hogi hi ” ( if she goes out all decked up like this men will get tempted)

“kapde to dekho iske , phir hum aadmiyon ko dosh dete hain ( look at her clothes and then we blame men”)

“aaj kal auraten hi zyada khul khel karti hain , niyota denge to rape to honge hee( these days women have become so outgoing, if they invite, rape will happen”)

I ask those  who blame the woman for “indecent behavior” such as wearing skimpy clothes, going out late at night ot ” inviting” men, are women in burkhas and salwar-kameez not eve-teased, raped or molested?

Don’t rape cases occurs in broad daylight.

What about the little girls who are raped by their own family members, relatives or friends?Child sexual abuse and incest is growing in large proportions. Here is a poem I wrote about it  The Lost Childhood

Do they even know what’s happening to them leave aside” inviting”. what about the old woman who could never dream that she too can fall prey to these lecherous men?

What about women who are raped in police custody by the very people who are supposed to protect her?

What about  Aruna Shanbaug who was attacked with a dog chain and brutally raped in the very hospital where she was a nurse, and abandoned by her family thereafter.The rapist was convicted for seven years in jail, and is believed to have started a new life in another hospital in New Delhi.  She lies in a state of coma in a room of the same hospital for the last 37 years. What was her fault ?

How did a nine year old ” provoke ” a man to rape her in Goa ? Link

Why there is always a “moral code of conduct” for women? Why women are blamed for a crime where they are the victims?Why can’t they live the way they want to without the fear of sexual abuse, molestation, rape hanging over them?

Why the rapists do not get punished severely, Why the cases are not registered and those which are , never get justice?

Why there is this widespread misconception that women are sexually available and that some men simply cannot help themselves?

What about rape within marriage ? Who is responsible for this intimate betrayal? A crime which is  not even considered a crime?

I wrote a post on this sometime back  marital rape

A few days back I got a twitpic from a friend originally posted on Jagori.org

Came across this Jagori.org poster (Credits: London Rape Crisis Centre) entitled “बलात्कार से बचाव के लिए मार्गदर्शन” translates to “Guidelines for prevention from Rape” #women

This fried wanted me to do the translation for this. This what he posted LINK

This what I translated

Do not step out in the darkness
it is an invitation to men
do not step out alone anytime
in any case it is an invitation to men
do not stay inside the home
for both relatives and guest can rape
do not stay without clothes
it evokes (boosts)desire in men
do not wear clothes
because these types of clothes
it is an invitation to men
beware of childhood
coz some rapists prefer little girls
beware of old age
some rapists prefer old women
do not have father, uncle, grand father, brother-in-law and brothers
these are the relatives who usually rape the young women of the house
do not have neighbors
they usually rape
do not get married
rape within marriage is permissible
but , if you need full protection
do not live.

The poster tells a story by itself. I wonder how many men will feel ashamed reading this!

we also found an original translation

For how long women will live in fear, suffering at the hands of men is something to think about.

In a country rooted in age-old beliefs, conventions and rules set by men for their benefits and convenience, a woman has little say. She is either a ” virgin wife” or a “slut” there is no in betweens. Any woman who stands up to raise her voice against the unjust society, who breaks free of the “usual social norms” is crushed brutally.

Rape victims live a life of humiliation, are denyed justice most of the time. They are conditioned to believe that they are the cause of their misery and the best thing to do is remain silent.Who wants to be humiliated twice in a society where law makers to law breakers all men speak one language: A woman who “asks for it” ” gets it”.

Is a woman safe from the time she is born till the time she dies? At every step she faces challenges which threaten her very existence.  All her life a woman’s conduct is put under scanner. Her every word is daubted. She has to prove her innocence, her purity at all levels.  Lines are drawn for them but never for the men. She is not “allowed” to step out of the ” laxman rekha” ( her line of conduct) and has to give ” agni pareeksha” (proof) for the things she is not responsible.

WHY?

Why

why the blame is always shifted to women? Even when she is raped, assaulted, burnt, termed a witch it is her fault. Men are never wrong. How inhumanly unfair is that?

I remember reading in ‘A thousand splendid suns’, “A man’s pointing finger will always find a women to blame” .

The moment a rape occurs people raise fingers at the ” loose character” of the girl/woman. If some men get “provoked” enough to rape by mere sight of a woman and can not control themselves  and are compelled to commit the crime then the only sentence should be castration.

Came across this blog which is a must read Rape Culture

Isn’t it time we stopped these double standards in the code of conduct for women and men? It is unfortunate that women from one generation to the other pass on the legacy of these utterly rubbish ideas of a woman being responsible for any sexual advancement towards her. It is time to set an example by making strict laws and enforcing them with even more strictness. It is time to give complete support, counselling, justice  to rape victims and not judge them and humiliate them further.

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The Mourners : A poem

A solitary tree stands

It’s twisted branches

against the dark rainy sky

reaching out to the heavens above

The mourners lament in a chorus

perched high above

Their shinning black coats

Glistening

The hearse turns around the corner.

Deliverance: A Poem

The little boy stands alone

On the banks of the Ganges

His head shaved clean

Like the white sky above

Moist eyes filled with anticipation

Look around at trees and parapets

Three mounds of rice lie on a leaf

Waiting for a crow’s touch

for deliverance of his father’s soul

Note: (One of the most important religious rituals after cremation in Hindus is, to do “Pind Dan” (offerings to the crow to help the soul attain salvation after cremation of the body. The crow is considered auspicious. The ritual is performed by the son.)

The sweetest flower that blows,
I give you as we part.
For you it is a Rose,
For me it is my heart.


- Frederick Peterson

dewy love in every fold..

The weekly market is such a wonderful way to see and feel the local flavors. My maid dresses up in bright clothes, lipstick and a nice bindi to go for this monday market, their local mall. She saves money for this special day to buy bangles or any other stuff she needs for herself. This is where she buys her daily ration, clothes and veggies and also spends time with her hubby eating lip smacking chola bhatura and orange color hot jalebies over sweet nothings.

The market which is held every monday is a riot of colors from  farm fresh vegetables, clothes, jewellery, shoes, spices, utensils, plastic things and much more. One can see the mingling of rich and poor here. I often go there to bring the weekly supply of vegetables and sometimes some household stuff too. One can bargain and most of the time the stuff is alright.

The best thing is to observe the local lower-income group people all dressed in their Monday best  having a gala time. Kids , women, men all enjoying the evening bazaar. They meet friends, shop, eat and take home a lot of happiness after working hard each day.

Every time I go there I feel like capturing the beauty of the place, today although the local cops were on the move to collect their weekly “Vasuli” and not much of the crow was there I managed to click some pix.

The aromas, the typical shouts to attract the customers, the nok- jhonk of the vendors, the bargains that go on endlessly, the happy faces of the kids and all the good stuff at cheap rates at one place , that’s our Monday Bazaar. Can’t say anything about quality of pickles and ground spices but most of the other stuff is alright.  I often buy clothes for giving to the maids and other workers from here or simply give them money to buy things of their choice.

The best place for fresh veggies and fruits.

I think it is a great idea for local vendors and very convenient for us too.

I dedicate this post to all the daughters and their mothers across the globe. Let me begin by posting one of the most beautiful poems I have read about a mother daughter relationship. you can read the entire poem on kavita kosh site Mera Naya Bachpan by Subhadra Kumari Chauhan.

I always wanted a daughter and after my first child even thought of adopting one to complete the family but unfortunately the family did not agree and just my luck that I had another son after four years.

The radiologists at that time saw my desperation for a girl child and smilingly said, ” maybe it’s a girl, so smile young lady”.

Delighted I bought  little pretty dresses for the baby which was due anytime. When I found that I had a boy agai.n, I wept but then the cherub was such a delight that I gave all my love to him. I had to dress the little one in frocks and other girly clothes for sometime, to the dislike of my MIL but I fulfilled my little desire.

My little boy in a lehnga I wore at the age of one year

shubhang not even one in a pretty blue frock

I decided that day to do as much as I could for any poor girl who needed any help in any field especially education. I regularly help the girls in the neighborhood, the maid’s daughters and give out books, clothes and other things to the needy girls encouraging them to study and make their mark in the society on their own.

My cook’s all three daughters have completed their graduation  done courses in computers etc and are now working at good posts in reputed companies even MNCs. what a proud moment for a mother who is now nearing 60 and all her life worked in other people’s houses to raise , educate  and make her girls independent. all the three girls save money for their future and never give in to age-old customs and pressures of society. Kudos to one such brave mother and all her daughters.

Here are some lines from the poem I want to share with a translation by me . I can not match the beauty of the original but making an effort ot send the message to all my non hindi speaking friends..

मैं बचपन को बुला रही थी बोल उठी बिटिया मेरी।
नंदन वन-सी फूल उठी यह छोटी-सी कुटिया मेरी॥

‘माँ ओ’ कहकर बुला रही थी मिट्टी खाकर आयी थी।
कुछ मुँह में कुछ लिये हाथ में मुझे खिलाने लायी थी॥

पुलक रहे थे अंग, दृगों में कौतुहल था छलक रहा।
मुँह पर थी आह्लाद-लालिमा विजय-गर्व था झलक रहा॥

मैंने पूछा ‘यह क्या लायी?’ बोल उठी वह ‘माँ, काओ’।
हुआ प्रफुल्लित हृदय खुशी से मैंने कहा – ‘तुम्हीं खाओ’॥

पाया मैंने बचपन फिर से बचपन बेटी बन आया।
उसकी मंजुल मूर्ति देखकर मुझ में नवजीवन आया॥

My translation of these lines.

I was remembering my childhood

when my little daughter spoke

blossoming  my  little home

like a beautiful fragrant forest

” ma come” she called out to me in baby voice

she had eaten mud

her little mouth  filled with some and

some more she held in her little hands for me to eat

her  body radiating with joy and

every part of hers filled with wonder

her face beaming with ecstacy and the glow of victory

I asked ” what have you got?” ” mama eat” she replied

with a heart brimming with mirth, I said ” you eat”

I found my childhood again,

it returned in my daughter’s form

my life  rejuvenated

watching  her delightful charm

***

Give your daughters a healthy, secure, safe, educated, and respectable future. Let them blossom and fill your world with joy and pride.

Stop female infanticide, child marriages and crime against women. They have their own identity stronger than just being daughters, sisters, wives, mothers etc. Give them winds to fly and discover their own horizons.

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