We the cow belt hindus should think twice and avoid the issues of non-hindi regions be it RW or LW

हम गौ पट्टी हिंदूओं को दो बार सोचना चाहिए और गैर-हिंदी क्षेत्रों के मुद्दों पर अपने विचार टालना चाहिए, चाहे वह RW हो या LW हो।  


चादर जितनी लम्बी हो पैर उतना ही पसारा जाना चाहिए। पर बात यह गलत हो जाती है जब हम उप, बिहार, झारखण्ड आदि क्षेत्रों के लोग पूरा भारत अपनी चादर समझ लेते हैं।  यह एक बड़ी गलती है।

हमें पता है की क्षेत्रवाद भारत में है और इसका असर दीखता है भारतीय राजनीति पर। जब कोई हिंदी भाषी या हिंदी व्यक्ति केरल, तमिल नाडु, बंगाल के बारे में अपने विचार रखता है तो उसे मलयाली या बंगाली गाली देते हुए कहता है की “ए गाय के गोबर, अपने गाय पट्टी को देखो पहले” “ये तेरा गाय पट्टी नहीं है” “यह केरल/बंगाल आदि है न की गंवार उत्तर भारतीय गाय गोबर पट्टी” वैसे तो इनसे भी ज्यादा अभद्र भाषा में गालियां दी जाती है दोनों तरफ से लेकिन गौ पट्टी वाला ‘मेरा भारत’ ‘मेरा देश’ राष्ट्रवाद आदि करता रह जाता है। सच तो वह है की हमें अभी अहसास नहीं हुआ की हम किसी गौ पट्टी के हैं। हम स्वयं को भारतीय ही ज्यादा समझते हैं, गलती करते हैं सम्पूर्ण भारत को अपना मान कर। यह वास्तविकता नहीं है। हमें अब अपना मुख अपनी तरफ करना होगा। हमारे क्षेत्रीय मुद्दों पर ही अपने विचार प्रकट करने होंगे, अपने ही लोगो से। सर्वविद्य है की अपने यहाँ मुद्दों की कमी नहीं है।

फिर यह सोच कर की यह तो केवल ऑनलाइन मूर्खता है तो फिर गलती कर रहे हो। क्या महाराष्ट्र, पंजाब आदि में भाइयों का अपमान नहीं होता? भाई अपने भैया लोग हैं ही ऐसे, माना, फिर उन दूसरे लोगो के पचड़े में हम क्यों पड़े? चाहे वो मराठा हो या द्रविड़नाडु, खालिस्तान या बंगाल, हमें कोई जरुरत नहीं उनपर कोई विचार प्रकट करने की। क्या गाली खाना हमारा शौक हो गया है?

रही बात राष्ट्रहित के चिंतन की, भाई ये जो हमें गाली देते हैं वो कम्युनिस्ट हैं, सेपरटिस्ट हैं, अलगाववादी हैं।  तो हम फिर गलती कर रहें हैं। जब किसी लिबरल को ये गैर हिंदी हिंदूवादी राष्ट्रवादी गाली देते हैं तो इनमें और उन अलगाववादियों के शब्दों में भी अंतर नहीं होता। जब कोई देहाती बच्चा अपना पक्ष रखता है तो जैसे लिबरल “गंवार, अनपढ़, बलात्कारी” बोलते हैं वैसे हिंदूवादी हमें “मुसलमानों द्वारा बलत्कृत माओं के वंसज” बोलते हैं। अगर द्रविड़नाडु अलगाववादी हमसे इसलिए नफरत करते हैं की “हमरी भाषा आर्य है जो संस्कृत से निकली है” तो वहीँ द्रविड़ हिन्दू इसलिए की “हमारी भाषा में अरबी, फारसी शब्द हैं” हमारे पूर्वजों की तरह हमारा संस्कृति, लोक मान्यताएं, बोली भाषा भी बलत्कृत है। वस्तुतः हम ही बहुत बड़ी गलती कर रहें हैं और लायक हैं इस दुत्कार के जब हम दूसरों के मसले में टांग अडा देते हैं। हम में लाख गलतियां हैं, एक सुधार ये हो की हम केवल अपने बारे में बोले, विचार करें और अपनी स्थिति बेहतर करें। जब तक हमारी आर्थिक सामाजिक स्थिति बेहतर न हो, जब तक हम दूसरे देशों में मार खाने न जाए। हमें ज्यादा तर्क और समय नहीं देना चाहिए न पंजाब न सिंध न गुजरात न मराठा न द्रविड़ न उत्कल न बंग पर। मेरी बातें अगर बुरी लगेंगी, क्षमा।

Superstitionisation of Tradition

This is not even a word, superstitionisation, but it is happening. Let me give you an example.

Q. Why do we touch elder's feet?

A. When we touch elder's feet and he touches our head. This completes a circuit and positive energy flows from touched to toucher.

What is this? It is superstitionization of Indian tradition, in which a simple mark of Honor or respect, the touching of elder's feet is explained in scientific jargons having no proper scientific validity. So it changes a simple tradition of showing respect to a pseudo-science and is debunked in due time.

Why not a more traditional way of explaining it, saying it is just the way we do it. Why do we need to explain our Namaste, Pranam etc in such ridiculous way?

It would be difficult to debunk things which are done just for the sake of doing it. How would you debunk handshake or adab? But once it is explained away with neo-science it becomes falsifiable.

Naive Indians fall for that, filled with the inferiority complex. Not realizing that this way any tradition could be finished off easily.

What do you have to say about this?

LGBT Duties

LGBT is, of course, denied the basic rights that even the animals enjoy. It is good they have raised their voice against the Victorian hangover. Lekin as a third person what I see?
Bahar sey, it seems LGBT group in India is blindly imitating their western counterparts (Like any other community in India.)
What does pride parade will give? I don’t know.
How can society give them right to be obscene that even the straights of the country do not have?
Indian society and religion are quite Homophobic. (While all the great Homosexuals of West converted into one form of Hinduism to other.)
LGBT community has a place of garbage. When the rainbow flag is flown high along with Tiranga on an Indian road, the other person perceives it as if garbage is being thrown on the road. They don’t protest, though, just like they don’t do if actual garbage is thrown.
It is not tolerant society but too lazy to actively protest. Although this trend is changing with active Hindutva (and YAY for that…sometimes.)
What is left when the parade is over? Just like any other function in India, it leaves Kuda-kachra all over. While demanding rights they have totally overlooked the duties.
Not only this, there was no active participation of ‘OUT’ LGBT community in Swach Bharat Abhiyan. They truly missed an opportunity to come out and lead with Societal Duties that is absent in Indian mind.
LGBT Indians are too lazy, hypocrite and messed up with both ‘right and left’ nonsense just like an Indian.
LGBT duties are no different than ordinary duties of Indians just like their rights.

Next time when you come out to protest (In your ridiculously peaceful manner, without any civil disobedience!) remember to wash your feet before it gets anything (or anyone) dirty. 

Pepper Spray

Pepper Spray

………With becoming a republic; a free and dynamic nation in 1947, India’s parliament was established with a hope of building a country for liberal and democratic values. The parliament witnessed proselytized and thought provoking debates. The house once echoed with the voices of political giants like Pt. Nehru, Maulana Azad, Lohia, and Bajpai. Now our elected members prefer ‘Bhagat Singh’ style of self-expression over normal (read orthodox) way of speaking at the allotted time…(Which Singh was not provided duh…..).. With this new and quite effective way of functioning, Lok Sabha TV may even catch up with Goswami’s TRP.
‘Why would an MLA require pepper spray?’ I think this is not a justified question.
    But of course, our story has nothing to do with any of these things.

Everyone writes a story about small cities, one of the reasons for this being that nobody checks on the background details- the history and geography of those cities mentioned. So the writer could create its fabled version of the city, romanticizing or demonizing his land. (and yes! ‘ye mere vyaktigat vichar hain’).

My story is about a wannabe metro city, Lucknow.  This also is a story about its inherited dance style and of the dancer.

“Was not Wazid Ali Shah a dancer?”
And here is shiraj, a dancer. One of the Kathakas…. arguing with his elder sister who propositioned him to leave his ‘effeminate’ style.
“Was not Wazid Ali Shah a dancer?”, he shouted. “and he also wrote a treatise on dancing!, Kalka-Binda, whose dheory is a pilgrimage to performers around the world and the whole Maharaj lineage Pt. Chitresh Das and all…..”
“And then there are you!” Kulsoom interrupted. “you are not them and they are not you! They are gurus and probably do not have a sister who has to face the entire taunt her friends throw at her.”
“I do not dance for them!”
“That is one of my concern, who do you dance for?”
This had been a troubling question for every dance enthusiast, “Who do they dance for?”. The dancer would be thrown into retrospect. ‘God’, ‘Audience’, ‘Friend’ and ‘Soul’ are but deceiving answers, superfluous indeed. Yet our Shiraj will not stop arguing, he is not going to back up, after all, it is not easy to have a Kathak guru for a boy even in a Gharana city.

Once his friend asked, “Is it really hard being a male Kathak Dancer?”
“Not at all, the only difficulty is to find a master”, he politely answered.
“why is that?”
“The male gurus are a little hesitant to admit a boy.”
“and female gurus?”
“Please do not make me start!”. He grinned

Even though his usual detestation of Feminist women gurus, he was a disciple of Chitrangda. She was a beautiful lady in her early thirties. One should look at her while she dances. Her hair was straight but curled down the waist. She had a wheatish complexion, a near 5 feet 8 inches. Her tatkar was lightening speed. She seemed to manifest Gauri in Lasya and Bhairava in Tanadava. Her face was perfect, light brown eyes that would lighten anything she looks at and a smile to die for.
Shiraj was fond of her, and she was of him.
Now when enough bhumika is made, I shall return to the story.
Shiraj was not in his usual self that day, he was feeling uneasy. Uneasy but also relieved. ‘No school today’, he thought and called on to his sister.
“Didi, I’ll not go to school today”
“why so?”
“No one teaches there!”
“why is it called school then?”
Anyway, he did convince his sister. After watching movies and incessantly changing channels for hours he got bored. So he called Chitrangda, ‘Maybe I can go and see what she does in working hours’
She picked up the phone, “yes Shiraj?”
“May I come there now?”
“right now?”
“yes!”
“yeah, anytime dear!” she responded.
So Shiraj informed her sister and went.
“Hello dear! No school today?”, children are used to this kind of greeting.
“Na, just bunked, what’s with you?”
“Over with morning classes!”
“Tiresome ha?”
“yeah”
So Shiraj and Chitrangda chatted for a while.
“we may practice”
“yeah sure”,  and then they danced.
Starting from gat, then to badi gat. Fierce tatkar on teen tal of table and on pakhawaj. All chakkars encapsulated into a choreography tukda by tukda.

“I’m tired”, Chirangda confessed
“Me too”, said Shiraj. “Should I go now?”, he asked.
“Not at all”, she smiled, “you can rest here”

so Shiraj slouched on the couch while Chitrangda went to make him a Sherbet. She returned with a glass full and gave it to him sitting beside him.
“I’m so tired”, she exhaled.
“so am I”, Shiraj said without much interest.
“My shoulder hurts”
“Maybe because of swift turns”, He hypothesized
“Yes maybe”, She looked at Shiraj with the corner of her eyes. “Will you massage me?”
“hmmm” Shiraj just murmured.

“It hurts a lot”
“okay”, Shiraj agreed.
So Chitrahgda sat with her back towards Shiraj and Shiraj kneeled on couched for better orientation and started pressing her shoulder.
“A little left, a little right, rub near the neck, yes there”, and Shiraj just followed her direction.
“Is it more dark near the neck area?” She asked
“No, why?”, Shiraj enquired
“behind is usually darker”
“It’s okay”
“You are so fair, your hand contrast my shoulder so much”, She sighed. “people do not like dark girls”
“You are not that dark” Shiraj further assures, “In fact some people like me, like darker complexion”
“You like dark girls?”
“Not too dark but a little”
“Like me?”
“yes”
Chitrangda puts her hand over Shiraj’s and started patting. Shiraj was feeling a little uneasy now.
She turned over and looked into his eyes, “you are so beautiful”, she said
“yes I’ve heard people saying that”, Shiraj who was now sweating acknowledged. “I should probably go!”
“Why?”, Chitrangda contested.
She touched her face and started rubbing, “Why are you so afraid?”, Shiraj was trembling, and when Chitrangada with her fingers stroked his lips he broke.
“I’ve to go”, he got up and hasted towards the door.
“What are you afraid of?” Chitrangda shouted. “You haven’t finished your Sherbet!”
Shiraj returned to his home. After calming himself for an hour or so, he went to his sister who was working in the kitchen.
“I’ll not go for Kathak class”
“Enough practice for today? Huh”, His sister asked.
“No I mean I’ll never go for kathak class, and I may need a pepper spray”
There was a confused look on His sister before she smiled and returned to her work.
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