Conquering the Mountains

Conquering the mountains.

A stray thought, may be not worth echoing but still disturbing.

Why would humans conquer the mountains? Why would it be called a great feat? Well I have nothing against adventures but conquering mountains!

Sherpas of Nepal went up and down the Everest many times, without glory or claim of ownership for their livelihood and still continue doing  For them the mountains are sacred and should not be sullied. But there is no choice.  Governments allow this in the  name of tourism for a  few bucks.

If Edmond could do it , me too can. And this 'me too' phenomena has created havoc. What happens to the sacredness of these mountains  which is buried unfer tons of plastic and other disposables scattered all over?

Mountains have started their revenge.  Watch out.

Gyan Vigyan

ग्यान विज्ञान

ग्यान बाडा गांव क पधानूक परिवार से छे। दसवीं पास छे। दिल्ली म सरकारी नौकरी । सब बढ़िया ।

ग्यान बाडा ताई संतान  प्राप्ति देर मा ह्वे। संतान मतलब पुत्र। संतान क नाम से त द्वी  बेटी ह्वे गे छे पर बेटी त पराय धन हूँद। चिता मा  आग कु द्यालु।   अगर पुत्र नि हूणाई च त पत्नी मा खोट। तारा बौडी भी दुखी । कत्ती टोटका करीन, देवी देवता पूजीन तब पुत्र लाभ  ह्वे। बौडी धन्य ह्वे गे।

पुत्र प्राप्ति ह्वे त भंडारा करीक  सारी गांव  क आशीर्वाद पाई । पंडित जीन नाम राख विज्ञान । ग्यान बाडा कु विज्ञान । विज्ञान क आण से घर मा रौनक। अब त विज्ञान क हि सहारा च। मजाल च कि वेकुण  क्वी   अंगुलि भी  उठाई सक। बानिक बानिक क कपड़ा,  खिलौना । द्वी  साल की उम्र मा धूमधाम से मुन्डन,  ग्यारह साल की उम्र मा यज्ञोपवीत । सबूक लाडला ।

विज्ञान एक  प्राईवेट स्कूल मा पढदू छे। आठवीं तक त सब ठीक छे । स्कूल से क्वी शिकायत ना। पढण मा कुछ       खास ना पर ठाट मा क्वी कमी ना। कन्नी कैक बारहवीं पास कर और एक कौलेज मा एडमिसन भी ह्वे गे। बाडा न कालेज जाणकुण मोटरसाइकिल भी दे द्यै। वन त बाडा भी क्वी धन्यासेठ नि छे, ऊपर से महंगाई। बेटि भी बड़ी ह्वे गे छे । द्वी  बरहवीं पास करीक घरम बैठी छे। कैकी भी सरकारी नौकरी नी लगाई पाई। प्राईवेट जगह छोटी छोटी नौकरी करणाई लगी छे । रिस्ता  ऐ त छन पर बात नी बणि। कै ताई सरकारी नौकरी वाली चायेणी छे,  कै ताई कार न त मोटरसाइकिल या नकद। बड़ी मुश्किल से द्वी बेटि बिदा करीन।

वन त बाडा जेब खर्च कुण कमी नी करद छे पर विज्ञान कुण कभी पूर नी पौड़। चोरी छुपे क  बौडीम से भी  मील जान्द छे।
कभी कभी त हड़कैक भी ले लीन्द छे ।

और बाडा रिटायर ह्वे गेन। सरकारी क्वार्टर भी ग्ये। प्राविडैन्ट फन्ड त बेट्यून्क व्याह मा खतम । पेंशन से गुजर मुश्किल । गांव वापस  ऐ गीन। विज्ञान कुण खर्च भेजणाई रैन। पर वैकी मांग पूर करणैकी हिम्मत खतम ह्वे गे छे। जतूक ह्वे सक भेजणाई रैन।

एक दिन कैन ब्वाल कि विज्ञान कुसन्गत मा पड़ी गे। पढाई छोड़ीक कुछ अलग काम करणाई च। बाडा दिल्ली गे पर वैकी ठाट बाट देखीक दंग रै गे। चार पांच दिन रैकन वापस चलि गे। क्या काम करद इ त पता नी चल पर रात रात भर घर से गायब रौणक मतलब कुछ बढ़िया नी लगु।

फिर कैन बताई कि पुलिस पकड़ीक ली गे। बाडा दिल्ली गेन, ज़मानत पर छुड़ाई, गांव लाणैकी कोशिश कर पर नी आई। अब न चिठ्ठी न क्वी खबर।

कैन अखबार मा ख़बर द्याख । एक नवयुवक लगभग 27 बर्ष गैन्ग गोलीबारी में मरा। फोटो से पता चल कि विज्ञान च। बाडा दिल्ली गे। दाह संस्कार करीक वापस आ ग्ये।

बाडा भी नि रै। अन्तिम संस्कार बड़ी बेटीन कर।

Chance Remark

WHEN ONE CHANCE REMARK  CHANGED LADIES OUTFITS.

There was this friend of mine. 'Was' because I am not sure where he is. We were class mates in PG college. A little background will not be out of place. He was working as a goods clerk in the Railways.  Our college shift was 7 to 10 in the morning. After college he would go to work. He fell in love with neighbor's daughter, proposed and married her against her parents wishes.  All his hopes of hefty dowry fell through. Not only that, since she was the only child, she was going to inherit her parent's wealth, this also went fut,  as the parents disowned her.

She was a teacher in a college and he also wanted to be in the same profession so that they could stay at one place. His Railway job was transferable.  That's why he wanted to do PG. His perseverance paid and he joined as a lecturer in a college. After college we lost on each other.

His wife was good looking and fashionable. He would narrate her shopping spree and his following her in her shopping expeditions.  She would not buy a Saree till the salesman at the counter did not unfold all his stock. She would move from one shop to other and at times may not buy anything or buy the very one she saw for the first time at the first shop.

One day he told her - darling no one really cares what you wear. The only way you can draw attention is by dressing scantily or not at all. As you can guess she got furious and he had to sleep on couch for a month. 

But somebody overheard him and happened to be a designer of ladies garments. He came out with blouses low from top and high from bottom, low cut sleeveless kurties, low skirts and leggie. All his designs needed less clothe,  less stitching and less money. In the bargain the clothiers  lost, the tailors lost but the mosquitoes gained. Nonetheless, the fashion stayed and today the less she wears, the prettier she looks or so she thinks. There has been lot of improvement in competitive designing for ladies aiming at exposing front and back cleavage.

One chance remark can change the world.

Emotional crap

Just an emotional crap-the living dead.

Wars happen between and among nations because that is one way of settling disputes.

There is the history of 100 years of war in Europe and the history of two world wars behind us. Bombs were used in the second world to end all wars but that did not stop Indo- China war of 1962, Indo- Pakistan wars of 1965 and 1971. Add to that Vietnam, Korea, Iraq, Iran, Syria and many more. In fact wars have not stopped only the scale has come down. Then came the apostle of peace Mahatma Gandhi who proved that non violence was the alternative. He was followed by Martin Luther King.Jr., Nelson Mandela and others. It appeared there was a way of settling disputes peacefully by communicating with each other, nations, groups or individuals.

But no! So there will be wars, violence will raise its head every now and then. 

My point is not about wars or violence and their justification. My concern is about the victims of war and violence. Again my concern is not about the dead but about the living- the bodily and emotionally damaged one. They are worse than the dead.

They are on both side of the fence-the civilians and the soldiers who survive the wars. This is to be seen to be believed. Thousands of people including soldiers maimed, moaning in pain. Thousands of people and soldiers emotionally distressed. Soldiers returning from battle grounds after causing death of innocent people particularly children are real victims. Some of them take to drugs and alcohol to forget that trauma. The feeling of guilt keeps them awake all the time. The only consolation is the thought that they did so to protect the motherland or fatherland. The nation salutes them, builds memorials in their name and helps them for life.

But what about those who they killed or maimed?

Then there is violence in day to day life leading to murders or permanent disability. Again the concern is not about the dead and the culprit in jail with life imprisonment or awaiting death. The concern is about the living.

Again if I go a little further I find:

The judge: who passes the judgment for death sentence.

The Security guards: guarding the prisoner awaiting death.

The Executioner: one entrusted with the job of putting the prisoner to death.

Do they sleep well or take it in their stride as a duty to be performed? Does their conscience prick? They say time is a big healer. May be, because life has to go on. Those who are left behind cannot live in perpetual grief. But time does not work as a healer for those who were maimed physically and mentally. They live in horror for life fighting with the trauma and emotional distress.

A Brat in the Making

A  Brat in the Making. 

Asked by her boss why she was quitting the job, the newly blessed mother replied she has a job at home, that she has to make a man out of a infant boy. Raising a child, boy or girl, is a full time job of making them responsible citizen. A mother has natural instinct to make it true. 

"Most Indian mothers are grateful when a son is born and indulge them to excess. As the boy grows he remains close to the mother and distant from the father. The end result is that the boy grows up narcissistic and has a week ego. This makes him a bad team player in professional life."

(The above is a gist of a book The inner world :A psychoanalytic study of childhood in India by Sudhir Kakar) 

Well I have not read the book nor do I agree with this conclusion about Indian mother or male child. I read this as a passing reference in a book I am presently reading 

One thing however is true.  Indian mothers do differentiate between a male and female child. The more so if he is the only male child among the children and still more so if he was born after the birth of 3 or 4 daughters. He is not only pampered by the mother but by the sisters and grand mother  also. His needs get priority over everything else. His weaknesses are covered and faults ignored and condoned. He can nit be wrong. He is pampered at every stage till he turns a young man and ready to settle in life. 

This may turn him into a  brat with no respect for others. No wonder there are teens involved in rapes.  Well, how can he be wrong?

This may turn him into an very weak person as he has no faith in himself. He may turn a loser. All his life thus far he was protected, provided and pardoned.

This may make him autocratic in nature one who cannot work in a team or one who cannot trust others. Given some authority he tries to suppress others out of his own sense of insecurity. 

It may turn him mother's boy that may cause rift when he brings an outsider as a wife, depending on his mother for everything. Conversely his mother may feel outsider if he  sides with his wife.

There are many possibilities.  In essence boy or a girl is likely to turn anyone of the above if pampered in childhood. 

Take great care of the child but never ever pamper him or her. One day he/r  will have to face the real world all alone. 

More importantly, help him or her to become a good citizen and a good human being.