Howrah Mail

Friday, December 30, 2011

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Hissing aged cobra Hawrah Mail
A sluggish open urban drain
Slithers slowly underneath city bridge
With one dimmed diamond eye
Carrying its opaque glassy stained scales
Hiding within it a slumbering peopled sea
Of hopes flying on wings
Wrapped in silky shawls and feathery quilts
some half asleep with vacant eyes
Floating on deep known, unknown fears.
Freshly washed marooned train
Skin still with its own smoke stained
Wadding in a sea of slime and dust
Wheels its way piercing Bihar mines
Brick kiln jungles and muddy Ganges plains
Soiled human bands in farms and factory lines.
Thirsty and exhausted it pants
Halts for a while on waiting stations
Overhead tanks with short necks
Swiftly swallows water cascades
Often over-drunk regurgitates
Washing down its shoot and slime
Disfiguring aged cobra skin.
Cling on it hungry human ants
From Bihar plains with sheer dint
Flung over the roof, stand on doors
Crawl underneath berths when hovers sleep.
Getting scattered with each halt
As random numbers one by one
Or formless wandering groups
Sucked in Haryana mines and kilns
Punjab's expansive green fields.
For gathering their hungry children feed
Left behind in open sky
Marooned in furious streams
Day and night with their sweats
They moist fields for high yields.

Aligarh, 18th August, 1999

Unbuttoned Life

Sunday, December 25, 2011

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UNBUTTONED LIFE
‘Can you define your world, my child,’
Asks a world bank consultant
Who has just arrived
To make urban India shine.
 
Squatting under a receding thin shade,
She wards off the question like troubling flies.
But like all other pestering foes,
The flies and question persist hovering around.
 
Seeing him dug deep with a dollar in hand,
She yields.
I don’t know, sir, says her placid face.
You define, I can only describe:
Half sleep in eyes, I get pushed out
To be up each midnight
Searching a bush or a wall
To squat for a hurried while.
Roads and lanes allotted in advance
As my world I scout and search.
Unbuttoned blouse, body and world.
No thread in sight to stitch any one.
 
A bidi and gutka keep me mobile.
Forced hooch at night makes me immobile.
Speeding trucks, taxis and cars.
Hunting dogs and cats.
Some slaps. Some threats.
Uniformed thugs fry me alive
every night as matter of right.
 
See this bag and see this gash.
She looks in his eyes and
Ups her half moon breasts
Holding aloft half-eaten cherry
Left behind by beasts on nightly beat.
She softly cries,
the rag picker girl.

Don't Step Out!

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In childhood days

My grandpa used to warn:

‘Don’t step out in garden in night!

There is a snake chasing rats.’


In school days family doctor used to

Warn mama: Don’t step out

In the street or go to school!

There is plague spread like a deranged man’s rage.’


Our Kashmiri gardener

Warns his young daughter:

‘Don’t venture out in the street.

A red-eyed wild soldier,

drunk and intense,

Is stomping our street

His bayonet erect.’


Now my grandson returns

Early from his school and whispers:

‘School is closed.

Let us not venture out

In mosque or  mall

Bus or cinema hall.

There is a bomb scare.

No one know what type and size.’


A hill station hotel manager suddenly regrets:

‘For two days no sight seeing, sir.

All roads are blocked for security reasons!

A VIP, his family and friends

Have arrived for holidays!’


M. Hasan 
(Ajmer, September 19, 2011)


INDIAN IFTAAR PARTIES: FELLOWSHIP OR POLITICS?

Saturday, December 24, 2011

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(Published in the Hindu on 19th 2010, p.14, Sunday Edition)

Fifty years ago, during the Ramadhan in my home town of Taranagar in  western Rajasthan, plain millet breads, dal/potato shorba, coarse home made savainya, sugared water, dates and halwa, each from different homes, would come to mosque for Iftaar, ‘breaking of fast.’ Each crumb was eaten with gratitude to the Provider. Iftaar bonded the community spirit.

In a Nairobi mosque in a black neighbourhood (as also in Chardarwaza Dargah, Jaipur), Muslims from nearby neighbourhoods bring food for Iftaar shared by the poor and others together. Travellers and passer-by are  asked to join in a spirit of fasting and sharing.  This is Fellowship, common among religions of revealed books.  It pleases Allah immensely, says a Sufi, as His children are fed together after fasting. (In Kerala grand-father of a friend never took dinner in Ramadhan till a traveller joined him. Worried villagers used to coax travellers to oblige them!)

Times are changing and so are the motives  and magnitudes of Iftaars. Politicians in power ignore basic problems of  Muslims, including threat to their lives and property. But they seek them for Iftaars. The Bush-Blaire duo led attack on Iraq and Afghanistan, killing thousands of innocent Muslims, including children and women, and damaging hospitals and homes, justified as collateral damages. The world, outraged, still agonizes. Unblinking Bush called his spin doctors. Shocking the world, Iftaar party was hosted in the White House! Dead bodies turned in graves in NJ, Iraq and Afghanistan. A gulf exists between  outraged sea of bereavement and island of carpetbaggers.

Disturbing images of Iraq, Afghanistan, Gujarat, Mumbai and Srinagar keep crowding psyche of civil societies and Muslims.  Ramadhan is a month of cleansing of body and mind by observing fast and austerity. Politicians have changed its pristine philosophy to  a mechanism to exploit  sentiments and creating divisiveness among Muslims, ignoring justice and governance for them, confronted with stubborn red lining, communal attacks, loss of life and property. But party  must go on.

UPA president, Mrs. Sonia Gandhi, hosts Iftaar  party for Muslim leaders and dignitaries from Muslim countries. Unlike free mixing in mosque Iftaars, invitees are stratified by status: foreign dignitaries and senior cabinet ministers in the core circle, VIPs in the middle and the rest in outer circle. Wheelers and dealers manage to sneak in. Even a slot in the outer ring is statement of importance: ‘I was invited in Soniaji’s Iftaar Party!’ Party chiefs, governors and ministers host lavish Iftaar for dignitaries, politicians, and Muslim elites. Mounds of leftovers is wasted. Size and quality of crowd hugely satisfies the host. Investment in such Fellowship ‘improves’ political image, bringing electoral returns. This is the crux of the tamasha. 

Other political formations are not behind in enticing Muslims for political harvesting. The JD (U) and SP supreme are at their best in Ifaar bonhomie. Iftaars gives new blood transfusions. Media reports the likes of the Advanis and Ataljis adorning skull caps and green pugrees foisted on them by over-enthusiastic and calculative Dargah heads. In their  own perceptions, Muslims and political hosts are happy with the ‘conversion’ of the other! Party enthusiasts are ordered to bring in buses loaded with Muslims, preferably in skull caps and beards, from Jama Masjid and nearby towns. Expensive piping hot delicacies have their own magnetism. Though hardcore Hindutva elements fume and fret in private, BJP’s spin doctors smile at the spectacle without forgetting core communal agenda: abrogation of the Article 370, enforcement of Common Civil Code and Ram Temple at the demolished Babri Masjid site. Pragmatists counsel: Iftaar ki raftaar mein sab chalta hai! ‘All is permissible in race for Iftaar!’ 

Once a respectable Muslim leader sought suggestion for hosting Iftaar in Jaipur. Underlining its futility in Jaipur, I suggested him to host it rather in his constituency in poor Mewat region for true fellowship. It further endeared him. This Ramadhan a Rajasthan  cabinet minister hosted a huge Iftaar in a five-star hotel in Jaipur, raising many eye brows. Who footed the bill was not a mystery: he holds a key portfolio. Some say it was a litmus test to judge solidarity among agitating  Muslims who had announced boycott of Iftaar by politicians.

They are agitated because last July, following killing of one Meena tribal criminal  by a Muslim criminal, just before Ramadhan, mobs attacked innocent Muslims in Sarada, Udaipur, in the presence of  district administration. The mob was instigated by the RSS activists. Through Vanvasi Kalyan Parishad (VKP), Mewar is fast become a testing communal laboratory. During the curfew hours, seventy Muslim houses were burnt and looted. District Magistrate, IGP, SP and heavy posse of armed forces stood as spectators. According to the eminent scholar Asghar Ali Engineer, arson and looting didn’t happen in 2002 even in Gujarat areas where DM was present. But it has happened in Congress ruled Rajasthan. There are shining  examples of law upholding  Superintendents of Police in Gujarat and Rajasthan (Sarada July 2004 and Balesar May 2010) who performed their constitutional duties firmly, containing riots to save Muslim lives and property. Oddly, these SPs  were transferred immediately by Rajasthan BJP in 2004 and Congress in 2010, apparently playing, respectively, hard and soft Hindutva cards.  Ironically, BJP replaced SP Dr. Ravi Prakash Meharda by  Dinesh MN (now in Gujarat jail in the Sohrabudin case). 

Most Muslims of Sarada were herded in the police station before the mayhem began.only their houses were searched for arms.  Police locked  a family in two rooms and let the mobs set the house on fire. An elderly woman sobbingly narrated this harrowing experience in a Jaipur public meeting. Sarada Muslims were rendered homeless and jobless during the Ramadhan, ruining both their fasting and Eid festival. They demand dismissal of responsible officers and a judicial inquiry. Rather, government instituted an inquiry by divisional commissioner (who neither took any preventive action, despite knowing the tense condition), keeping DM, IGP and SP out of the purview of  terms of reference (TOR), despite the damning report against them by the Rajasthan PUCL team. Even then, the governor and CM are hosting Iftaar parties expecting Muslims to attend, adding salt to injury.

Indian state has no official religion. Its only dharma, if at all, is to protect the lives and property of people. Iftaar is a religious activity to be not politicised. Muslims are agonized over the  politics of Iftaar which often divides them.  Hosting Iftaar in official residences by constitutional post holders is problematic, like building and nurturing temples and mosques there, damaging  the secular image of the Indian state.
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*Writer was professor in the HCM Rajasthan State Institute of Public Administration and is currently Member, Rajiv Gandhi Social Security Mission, Rajasthan 

Invocation

Thursday, December 15, 2011

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Ah! Enough back-breaking 
bending and kneeling.
You have acquired durable flexibility,
a calibrated pliability.
Have a seat. Sit and relax!
Your stand identified and classified.

Now put this mask.
It's  your community face!
Also, now take this trumpet.
Put life in it as you wish.

It must have good music
drawing large crowds
whenever you get a call.
You have full freedom
to choose your music:
qawali, gazal, naat or bhajans
in any form in our fort
or in public courts.
 
Can’t speak or sing through this mask?
Take your time, learn step by step.
Ah! Your happy people, elated, 
are rushing here ranting sky with slogans
with garlands, sweets, korma and cameras
to celebrate your feat.
Would mask, garlands, korma and sweets
hinder your speech? No? 

Good! You can perform of your own
In streets, shrines and mosques.
Be careful: Keep your head low 
and eyes opened,
a high mandarin's mantra
for digging golds in forest stands,
Green fields and mineral belts
housing corridors and industrial hubs.

Now take this red-light car 
and rude armed guard
The ultimate things
to overawe your folks. 


 







































क्या हो सकता है?

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

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 कौन क्या हो सकता है?
जो बनना चाहे वोह हो सकता है.

कौन झुक सकता है?
कौन झुका सकता है?
जिसका कोई नहीं
उसे कौन बचा सकता है?



वो ही जो झुक नहीं सकता
वो
आसमान  उठा सकता है. 

समय कैसा भी हो

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इंसानियत नहीं बदलती ,
समय कैसा भी हो ,
कैसे मचलते है रहनुमा,वजीर -प्यादे ,
बस ! दिख जाए पैसा, कैसा भी हो ,
दिने इलाही राम ने मर्यादा रखी,
बने रहे पुरषोत्तम -समय कैसा भी हो ,
इम्तिहान खुदा उसी का लेता है ,
जो नेकी ओ अख़लाक़ से वा बास्ता रहे ,समय कैसा भी हो ,
बाज़ अफराद फरिशते से होते है,इंसानियत की खिदमत करते है
फिर चाहे ओहदा कैसा भी हो ,
क्या फर्क पड़ता है ,
समय कैसा भी हो ,
तवाइफो ने निकाले ताजिये,वो शिदत से बंदगी में मुब्तला,
खुदा तो इबादत में पाकीजगी देखता है,
क्या फरक पड़ता है ,
पेशा कैसा भी हो !
वो मकाम बड़ा मुकदस था,मैं इबादत में खुद बा खुद झुक गया,
फिजा में सदा गूंजी मंदिर हो या मस्जिद,
क्या फर्क पड़ता है !

नवाजिश
नारायण बारेठ

कौम का लीडर

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दिन और रात में
ज़कात  की फिराक में
मस्जिद में जमात में
कौम की हर बात में
हर  दम यही वो कहता था
गरीब हूँ यतीम हूँ
पर कौम  के करीब हूँ .
फिर एक  बात और थी
तुम  से और हम से वोह
यकीनन बहुत ज़हीन था.


जब कौम ने मांगी दुआ,
वो जल्द लीडर बन गया
फिर एक दिन मिनिस्टर भी हो गया
कौम का भी हौसला  बुलंद बहुत हो गया.
घरवालों का भी जोर से सीना तन गया.


मालाओं, दस्तारबंदी, कोरमे की भीड़ में,
दुआ सबकी काम आई, ये वो भी कहता था.
कौम का हमदर्द था पर ज़ल्दी रंग बदल गया.
खुद  फोन पहले  करता था
अब फोन ही बदल लिया !

हराम और हलाल में
जुल्म और इंसाफ में
दोस्त और दलाल में
फरक ही सारा भूल गया!
केवल खुदकी  धुन में
जी जान से वोह लग गया.
कौम का हमदर्द था
पक्का लीडर बन गया.

गरीब  था यतीम था
वो  कौम का रकीब था.
कौम का हमदर्द था
खुदगर्ज लीडर बन गया.

तुनक गया, जनाब, दिन एक
सवाल  ये  जो पूछ लिया
'क्या हो गया सरकार को
क्यों दंगा, जनाब,  फिर हो गया?'
झुँझला के बोला जोर से, '
तो उसमें क्या हो गया?'

मैंने धीरे से कहा,
'घर बहुत सारे ज़ल गए
 बेवायें  कई  हो गयीं
मासूम अनाथ होगये
जनाब, ये ज़ुल्म बहुत हो  गया.'

फिर तो मेरे भाइयों,
वो बहुत ही बिगड़ गया.
बोला मुझको डपट कर,
रहिये अपनी औकात में,
ये बयान बहुत हो गया!
ताने सीना, लाल आँखें,
लाल बत्ती कार में
तमतमाते चल दिया.

OF MUSLIMS AND POLICE When Need for Physical Safety Overwhelms All Other concerns

Friday, December 9, 2011

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Yusuf, a school dropout but business sharp, organizes annual large Iftaar parties in Ramadan month in his Muslim mohalla, also attended by powerful Hindu politicians. The fast observers clean their plates engagingly, drinking liters of soft drinks and water, under the gaze of politicians, casually chewing pan or succulent dates and surveying the dilapidated landscape. It is their prized electoral sanctuary; occasionally they irrigate it with notional presence. Seeing devouts hurrying to the mosque, politicians show urgency to leave. Yusuf is elated: he showed folks his high political connections and politicians his resources and leadership.

Soon after the dignitaries leave, arrives a speeding police jeep. Leading his crowd, the host lunges toward it. They enthusiastically greet the Station House Officer (SHO) leading his uniformed pack. The crowd’s eyes are fixed on his oiled baton and revolver dangling from his belt. He shakes hands with the host and waves at the others. Gratified, they smile. After he leaves, they debate animatedly the history of good and rogue SHOs. The debate’s ingredients are warnings, abuses, hard slaps, dirty floor squatting, handcuffing, FIRs, detentions and speed money; and then, astronomical rates for SHO posting in the ‘fertile’ Thana.  

The recent news of government’s belated political appointments of Muslims on minority bodies like Rajasthan Wakf Board, Rajasthan Madrassa Board, Urdu Academy and Rajasthan Minority Commission, allegedly all from Bareillvi School (seen as ‘adversary’ of Deoband School) doesn’t excite Yusuf.  He is upset, indeed, for something else: the appointment of a Muslim Superintendent of Police (SP) as a member of the Rajasthan Public Service Commission (RPSC). He thinks it is a ‘bad’ decision of the state and the incumbent. It is a waste of the community’s precious, scarce asset. Where are Muslim SPs these days? For Muslims, an SP is far more useful than an RPSC member, he argues, narrating Muslims’ bitter experiences.

The awe associated with a next-door lawyer, doctor or professor in western countries is preserved for an SP, not for RPSC member, in feudal India. SP’s house is an iconic reference, an identifier, for locations of others’ in the neighborhood. He isn’t the only Muslim sharing this perception, shaped by insecure life in an insecure communal environment. The incumbent’s own politically powerful Kayamkhani  community, claiming Hindu Rajput ancestry, is critical. The community, spread in the districts of Churu, Nagaur, Jhunjhunu, Sikar, Jodhpur, Bikaner and Jaipur, has good presence in army and police, because of network-based recruitment from the beginning in both the services. Kayamkhani lawyers, officers, teachers and businessmen share Yusuf’s perception: ‘Whatever, after all, an SP is an SP!’

Yusuf knows that the SP is the boss of all SHOs of a district. I explain to him that the RPSC selects state-level officers. Ignoring this, he reiterates: ‘Is an RPSC member more powerful than an SP?’  Seeing me a bit puzzled at the oddity of the comparison, he smiles. Gazing in my eyes, he explains the ‘conspiracy’ theory against Muslims.

Recently, more than a hundred innocent Muslims’ houses/shops were burnt and looted in the Marwar, Hadoti and Mewar regions. Mosques/shrines and Quran were desecrated in the state. A Muslim SHO was lynched and burnt alive in Sawaimadhopur, in a Muslim MLA’s constituency. Ten Muslim Meos were killed in police firing in the Jama Masjid of Gopalgarh, Bharapur, also a Muslim woman MLA’s constituency. All killings, arson and looting occurred in the very presence/connivance of the police. “Tell me”, he quizzes, “if a Muslim SP was on duty in those places, could such violence have occurred that gruesomely?”  Saddened, and knowing the facts from the PUCL and media reports and our own visits to the places, I agree. Our team saw on the Kota-Manohar Thana highway large billboards screaming: Hindu Rashtra ke adarsh Hindu gaon mein aapka swagat hai. ‘Welcome to the ideal Hindu village of Hindu Nation.’ The Police advised us to avoid night travel in that communally ‘dangerous’ zone. Yusuf says: “in these multiplying sensitive situations, a Muslim SP is critical for a threatened community.”

Since independence only four Muslims became members of the RPSC, none in the BJP regimes, partly explaining reasons for small number of Muslims in civil services. The RPSC always has one member each from ST/SC and OBC, and rest from the upper castes. Except the age factor, these appointments are purely political in nature, ignoring qualifications, professional and public reputation of the appointees. Political lobbying is common. A kar sevak was killed in police firing during the Ayodhya movement. His college wife was appointed in the RPSC and then as a member of the Union Public Service Commission.

An assertion of strong correlation between a) the ethnicity of Commission Members and experts and b) that of successful candidates, keeping their ratios constant, isn’t fallacious. Enter candidates’ socioeconomic backgrounds in the equation, the picture would be sharper. Though, according to the Sachar Committee Report, an uneducated Muslim mother wishes to educate her daughters, more than her husband, Muslims are often blamed for lack of education and competitive desire, ignoring pervasive hostile external environments—policies, programs and prejudices—militating against them.

Himself living in an apartheid-like red-lined zone, devoid of sanitation, schools, parks, playground and health centres (though dotted with liquor and paan shops, polluting industries, adulterated medicines and sweet shops, dubious ‘doctors’ and police stations),  Yusuf illustrates the situation. Government Durbar School was the oldest and reputed school of Jaipur in a Muslim locality. Its alumni became noted administrators, professionals, businessmen and politicians. Recently, the Government closed it down, giving its large campus to the police, despite public protests and litigations. Before killing the dog it was given a bad name. Government let infrastructures get dilapidated and teachers unruly. Girls had no toilet. Middle class students migrated to other schools. Muslim students left stupefied, either straying into low-paid labour markets or deviance. Cultural prejudices crop up in their admissions in good private schools. If not dropouts from orphanage-like government and Muslim schools, fewer make to colleges. Most can’t afford high fees of coaching shops. So fewer Muslim graduate and crack competitive examinations. Girls face complex geographical and cultural obstacles.

Yusuf returns to his main concern, underlining universal perceptions: the need for more appointments of Muslims in the police force. He rationalizes that in the presence of a Muslim SP a trigger-happy police is unlikely to fire indiscriminately as witnessed in Gopalgarh massacre, where 219 rounds of bullets were fired at one time - highest round of bullets being fired so far in India, excluding during wars. Nor, mayhem of arsons and looting of the scale of Sarada (Udaipur), Semli-Hat, Maheshpura and Manohar Thana (Jhalawar) may happen. Mixed neighborhood interfaces and ‘borders’ are combustible zones. Gujarat border is expanding northward to the Hadoti, Mewar, Marwar and now Meo regions due to complicity of the police and the lack of state neutrality due to immediate political expediency.

“The ‘loss’ of one Muslim SP in the police force is important/meaningful to Muslims,” he maintains. He is shocked to learn that the SP, as an RPSC member, isn’t entitled anymore to an armed security guard in police uniform, a siren-equipped escort vehicle and, still worse, a personal car with a red light. When I say that the tenure of a RPSC member is for good six years so he can do a lot in that period but on the other hand, by remaining in the police service, he could have become Inspector General of Police, IGP, or reached even higher. Yusuf agonizingly bursts: Satyanash! Yeh to fir bahut gadbad hogaya, Janab! ‘Calamitous! Then this is all screwed up, sir!’ He bemoans, ‘This is a real conspiracy against Muslims!’  That said it all. Anti Muslim In riot prone areas, the partisan need for physical security overshadows all other considerations for most Muslims. Experience has taught the community that anti Muslim rioters get away with murder and mayhem mainly because the police consistently plays a partisan role and helps rioters instead of protecting the victims. Hence the desperate desire to have their coreligionists in the police.

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M. Hasan
Prof. Hasan taught in Rajasthan State Institute of Public Administration, universities of Nairobi and Jodhpur and was Member Academic Council, AMU. Currently, Member, Rajiv Gandhi Social Security Mission, Rajasthan.


BROOM

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July 5, 2003
Jaipur

Gently stooped a shadow amply serene
Wilted looks with missing smile
Fast aging housemaid arrives late
Apple face land lady frets and fumes.

She goes from home to home and mansions large
Dens of mean cats and well-fed panthers
Petty dogs and clever fox
Trading charge of right and wrong
Blurring boundaries of hell and home
And royal lions with face stern
Occasionally roaring, often quiet,
Making home a silent grave.

Not every day she sweeps her home
All the day she sweeps others’ floors
Dusting shelves with dusty eyes
In a dark corner she broods aloud:
Who am I and where and why am I?
What is this world and what my sin?
Suffering alone day and night?

A bundle of sunken dry ribs
Living from broom to broom
Lane to lane and drain to drain
From nightmare to empty stares
In roofless room and dark filled nights
A backyard life with endless strife
In thorny sky a fading aimless kite.

A razor sharp unseen thread
Pulls her back on a summer day
In high fever with aching stomach
Empty hand she returns home.
Children cry and husband strikes
Denied of his regular alcoholic drink.
The slender straw quietly sinks.
An autumn leave wafts away
Very far by a gentle breeze.