Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Best and Worst of Times

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It has been the best of times, and it has been the worst of times as well.

The rain gods have been overgenerous for most parts of North India, with Delhi recording the highest rainfall in the past 32 years, and hopes are high for a bountiful Kharif crop this season and the forthcoming as well. Hopefully, this should provide us with the much needed relief from the soaring food inflation which has risen to almost 15%.

Sensex crossed the 20,000 mark much ahead of the predictions by the anlysts and veterans of the Dalal Street, driven chiefly by the superb confidence exhibited by the FIIs who have literally flooded our bourses with funds. GDP growth for the current financial year is expectef to touch 8.5 %, and no one really seems to challenge the belief that the Indian econmy is among the best performing in the emerging markets.

The much delayed but welcome visit of the All Party Delegation to Kashmir, toengaage with a wide section of opinion, and subsequent intitiaves like the eight point plan, in order to enable the return to normalcy has rekindled some hopes in the country, notwithstanding the serious reservations against the competence of the Omar Abdullah government to deliver the right governance in the state.

On the flip side, the disastrous state of affairs in the run up to CWG, alongwith the allegations of corruption of unimaginable magnitude, have left most of the self respecting Indians redfaced. The concerns and apprehensions expressed by the envoys of some commonwealth countries, and some high profile sports persons pulling out of the games only further dented our image in the eyes of the world community.

That the Prime Minister himself had to finally intervene, to salvage the situation speaks volumes of the overall competence and capabilities of the key members of the organizing committee, the bosses at the Sports Ministry, and the various agencies involved.

The extent of cynicism and disgust over such sate of affairs can be gauged by the media coverages, cartoons in leading dailies, and the scorn with which some citizens are discussing the games.

What contrast to the general excitement and enthusiasm which prevailled during the run up to the Asiad 82! Sigh, that today we are deprived of a leader like Mrs. Indira Gandhi who took personal interest in the preparations of Asiad 82 since day one, and as some newspaper reports suggest, she was ably assisted by Rajiv Gandhi.

While cynicism has overpowered reason, and pessimism has overpowered optimism among most opf us today, where our character, credibility, accountability, and commitment are concerned, yet I for one would dare to kindle a ray of hope in the midst of this fierce darkness which has engulfed all of us today.

Notwithstanding this fiasco, there is every reason to be confident that ultimately we would pull it off, and all the naysayers like Moody’s who have opined that “Concerns regarding safety, security, and site preparedness ate tarnishing the country’s global image. India’s reputation as a tourist and investment destination could be damaged” would be compelled to reverse their perceptions very soon.

Yet, let this be a wake up call for each one of us, and most importantly for those at the helm of our affairs including our political leadership at the Centre and the States.
All of us love our democratic rights and individual freedoms. But then how many of us are willing to fulfill our duties diligently and devotedly, and are ready to be held accountable for our acts of omission and commission ?

Perhaps, no one else than Ms. Indira Gandhi realized this bitter truth.

Friday, September 3, 2010

A Salute to Our Security Forces

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Our security forces engaged in antinaxal operations deserve a salute from each one of us. Having caught in a hopeless situation, from opportunistic political leadership, which for their electoral gains would go soft on naxals at one point of time, and then plead helplessness in public when some of our security personnel are held as hostages by these ruthless and barbaric elements, to their incompetent bosses on the other, who refuse to learn from past blunders while planning out the anti naxal operations. And above all, an indecisive central leadership which takes refuge on 'limited mandate', while spelling out the strategy to deal with such ruthless and barbaric elements.

This poem has been dedicated to all such security personnel, who despite all odds sacrifice their lives during the course of their duties, leaving their loved ones in grief forever.


Main suraksha bal ka ek jawaan,
Karne chala tha hoi kaam mahaan.

Desh bhakti ki bhawna mujhmein bachpan mein hi jaagi thi,
Aur iss pak vardi ko pahnne ki mujhmein woh junoon jaagi thi.

Apne maa baap ka iklauta laadla tha,
Jise unhone bade laad pyaar se paala tha.

Aur main surakha bal ka ek jawaan,
Karne chala ha hoi kaam mahaan.

Watan ke inn tamaam dushmanon se mujhe sakht nafrat thi,
Inn sab ka safaaya karke hi rahoonga,
Iss irade' ki maine zurrat ki.

Jawaan hokar maine yeh pak vaardi pehni,
Aur bandook utha kar apni farz pehchani.

Main suraksha bal ka ek jawaan,
Karne chala tha koi kaam mahaan.

Bhej daala mere afsaron ne mujhe,
Maovaadiyon ke kisi ilaake mein,

Woh ghane' jungle, saanp, bichu, aur kai jungli jaanwaron ke ilaake mein.
Par maine apne uss iraade ko phir buland kiya,
Yeh maovaadi ab bach nahi sakenge'
Yeh maine ab maan hi liya.

Main suraksha bal ka ek jawaan,
Karne chal tha koi kaam mahaan.

Hukm milne par chal pada kisi mission par,
Kaha gaya tha sab theek hai iss rah par.

Magar kuch pal baad,
Ek a ek, naa jaane kitni dhamaake huye,
Aur goliyon ki naa jaane kitni baucharein huyi.

Dekhte hi dekhte mere kai saathi shaheed ho gaye,
Kaiyon ki kitni bereham maut huyi.

Main tha buri tarah zakhmee lahu luhaan,
Suraksha bal ka ek jawaan.

Naseeb huyi shaheedi mujhe bhi magar kuch pal baad,
Woh khaufnaak dard,
Aur maut ko bhi sharminda kar dene waali cheekhon baad.

Main suraksha bal ka ek jawaan,
Karne chala tha koi kaam mahaan.

Aakhir shaamil ho hi gaya main un anginat shaheedon mein,
Kitni aasani se bhula diya mujhe, mere iss watan ne.

Chorh diya kitni berehmi se,
Maine apne maa baap ko besahara,
Iss dard bhari zindagi mein.

Mujhe apni iss kurbaani ka koi gam nahi,
Kyonki suraksha bal ka mein ek jawaan,
Karne chala tha koi kaam mahaan.

Magar kaash! Apni iss kurbaani ki huch toh keemat hoti,
Heere moti naa sahi,
Mere inn besahara maa baap ki auron mein kuch toh chaahat hoti.

Aur kyon nahi,
Aakhir tha main suraksha bal ka ek jawaan,
Jo karne chala tha koi kaam mahaan.