Ravi ki duniya

Ravi ki duniya

Sunday, July 15, 2012

अदभुत किंतु सत्य

 एक व्यक्ति राम प्रसाद (बदला हुआ नाम) अपनी मां को हरिद्वार तीर्थ कराने ले गया. मां को गंगा किनारे एक जगह बैठा कर वह कुछ लेने गया. लौट कर देखा तो मां नहीं थी. बहुत ढूंढा मां न मिली. क्या करता, भारी मन से गांव आ वापिस आ गया. पूरी कहानी गांव वालों को सुनाई. कुछ ने शोक जताया, तो कुछ ने कहा देखो कितनी अच्छी मृत्यु लिखा कर आईं थीं, गंगा में डूब गयी आदि आदि. बड़ी धूमधाम से तेरहवीं मनाई. सबने श्रवण कुमार रूपी बेटे की बहुत प्रशंसा की. समय बीतता गया. 

दृश्य-2 इसी गांव का एक व्यक्ति हरिद्वार जाता है. वहां वह जब भिखारियों को भोजन करा रहा होता है और दान-दक्षिणा दे रहा होता है तो राम प्रसाद की मां को पंक्ति में पहचान लेता है. मां फूट फूट कर रोने लगती है.  

ट्विस्ट इन दि टेल : राम प्रसाद अपने घर में रोज रोज की गृह कलह से तंग आकर मां को हरिद्वार यह कह कर छोड आता है कि मां मैं अभी आया. गांव में आकर कहानी सुना देता है कि मां गंगा में बह गयी. लाश भी न मिली. इधर मां यह सोच सोच कर ग्लानि में डूब रही थी और दुखी थी कि हो न हो मेरा बेटा या तो दुर्घटनावश या जान-बूझकर गंगा में डूब गया है. अब मैं किस मुंह से गांव वापिस जाऊं.......?

Friday, July 6, 2012


A distant uncle of mine, so close to my dad that both shared the common name by prefixing CHHOTE (uncle was the younger one, hence, chhote) died last week in Delhi. We had known the family ever since we were kids. We are four brothers and a sister. They were opposite i.e. four sisters and a brother. Uncle was working for Auditor General’s office, had humble beginning in his career as an Auditor and by sheer hard work reached respectable level in the bureaucratic hierarchy.  ‘Simplicity, austerity, how to make both ends meet’ if ever there was a book of this title, he could add a chapter or two by what he followed through out his life.  An example, I recollect, he would cut a cake of soap into two halves the other half to be used only after the first half is no more usable as he believed, this way the soap lasts longer. Also he will dispense tooth paste or tooth powder himself to kids early morning, morning after morning.   He gave best of education and married off all his four daughters to fairly decent grooms.  The only son whom my aunt will carry in her lap out of affection and display her prized trophy got everything in silver platter.  VIP of the family, he was treated also like one by the family.  I used to wonder  that he (boy) is old enough to walk why my aunt still carries this over sized boy - word ‘chubby’ got added much later to my vocabulary.  We hardly knew of discrimination, if any, between son and a daughter. The boy was admitted for his graduation to the college nearest to uncle’s house i.e. across the road.  Even then my uncle would be there on this side of the road anxiously waiting for him if he was late even by few minutes.  Though uncle was dead against any woman working, but it was his lot that he got a working daughter- in-law

Two years back, my uncle (retired 15 years back) fell unconscious in a temple never to regain his consciousness.  He went in coma and became a comatose.  His death, last week, in a way, though cruel to say, delivered him from his sufferings.  My uncle never had any bad habit except, perhaps, two cups of tea in a day: 11 a.m. and 4 p.m. by the clock.  He had to suffer and live like a vegetable for two years, nay, for 730 days and nights.  My poor aunt was totally shattered during these long two years due to, one, helplessly seeing her husband die inch by inch and still hope that a miracle will bring him to his normal self, two, by the callous attitude of this VIP son.

The VIP whom aunt would not let go from her lap even when he had become fully grown, able to walk boy declared that he would like to have a separate kitchen.  Residing in his father’s (uncle) house, it required a big heart to make such an unreasonable demand and bigger heart on the part of my uncle to readily agree to it.  Imagine, under one roof two kitchens!  Poor aged and ailing aunt.  Tantrums, contempt and indifference of son and his family grew so much that my aunt was silently praying for an early death of my uncle.  Now that my uncle is cremated, I hear, son has ambitious plans for his father’s property of few crores made singlehandedly through the sweat of his brow. 

 In this entire scheme, my aunt has a place, my uncle would have never wished for his worst enemy.

Epilogue : Seeing chacha ji‘s corpse, my father recollected and sent me this  so very meaningful quote of Saint Kabir, my father  had this in his syllabus way back in 1947. 

सुन गंगाराम पिंजरा पुराना तेरा हो गया
जब तक हंसा रहा पिंजरे में पिंजरा हरा रहा
उड़ गया हंस, पिंजरा खाली, बोलनहारा गया
सात-पांच मिलकर उपाय सुझाया
गठरी-ठठरी बांध लिया
चार जने कंधे पर धर के जंगल वासा करा दिया
डार चिता में काठ चुना तब, पावक उसमें लगा दिया
जला फूंक कर चले कुटुम्बी, भुगतेगा दुख एक जीया
जल में जल, मिट्टी में मिट्टी, सांस पवन में चला गया
कहत कबीर सुनो भई साधो सब रचना को छोड़ गया