Showing posts with label divya. Show all posts
Showing posts with label divya. Show all posts

Saturday, April 30, 2022

इमारतों के आँसू

ख्वाहिश है आँसुओं की,
यह चाहत रो पड़ने की,
सम्बन्ध नहीं इनका सुख या दुःख से,
माध्यम हैं खुद को मिटा देने के...
 
मेरा दिल है जो टूटने से डरता है,
अपने झूठे अस्तित्व को संजोने वाला,
एक अंश है मेरा,
जो बिखरने से झिझकता है...
 
आज मैंने जो अपने महादेव को है पुकारा,
विनाश हो गया जो अपना माना था मैंने सारा,
टूट गयीं अहम की बनावटी इमारतें,
उनके टुकड़े भी मेरे आँसुओं में बह गए...
 
शम्भो  !


PS: It's a blessing to be able to cry in the presence of one's Guru. It releases one's karmic baggage and is probably the most transformational experience a seeker can ask for. 

Tuesday, February 8, 2022

Devi - my Divine Mother

Here's an assembly of words to expose a brief glimpse of the journey from the snapshot of BITS - Pilani - in front of Maa Saraswati temple - as a driven yet confused teenage boy - and then 16 years later in front of Linga Bhairavi idol at Isha - as a clearer yet excuse-making saadhak


She took me in Her arms then,

Just one among the thousands of young men.

 

Giving direction to the intense upsurge of energy within,

Making the boundaries of one's capabilities thin.

 

Dissolved utterly in Her loving embrace was I,

There was nowhere else to go, nothing low or high.

 

With unreasonable madness and the passionate grit,

In front of Her shining white stone form did I sit.

 

Words and judgements mattered less and less,

Giving hard time to myself but knowing that I was blessed.

 





I sit here today, yet again, in front of Her another form,
Bowing to my Mother while feeling that I am being re-born.

 

Didn’t realize how these sixteen years flew by,

A district collector was borne out of our little boy.

 

Ridden with guilt, evasion and all shades of emotions,

Ready to face the stormiest of life's commotions.

 



Maa,

Hardly anything has changed since we last met,

Posts and honours of this world are not to be fret.

 

The boy is the same with shades of emotions intact,

With his mad devotion and the passionate grit to act.

 

Have been often fooled to believe that I am on my own,

Don’t know how to thank You for being there all along…

 

3 Years Later - 24th Feb, 2025


And today, You walk with me, blessing my home,
The haven where Niyati and your grandson roam.
Taking form in all that's tender and wise,
You swirl around me, a storm in the skies.

I tremble, uncertain, still lost in the fray,
Yet much must be done, the soil waits for the day.
I know not how the path will unfold,
For wisdom like this is too vast to hold.

Beneath the tamarind, with muscles worn,
You urge me to see as my mother had sworn—
Not in the greys, nor in the night,
But cherishing only the hues of white.
For even in caverns where shadows confide,
A flicker of light will always abide.

With my Guru’s blessing, this vow I make,
To kindle the flame, for all others’ sake.
I must burn my life energies bright,
Not just for kin, but for all in sight.
  


Thursday, May 30, 2019

The Arrow Pulled Back


Green is the color of my devil,
It's not that he is always evil,
It's not the wind's fault that the boat is shaking,
It's actually the misaligned sails' making…

The permission i have  given to the weakest thought,
The permission to be heard and acted upon without being fought,
This permission is shaking the ship's fulcrum,
Not allowing the conditions to be set at optimum,
Conditions that allow for the divine seed to grow,
Conditions that will make life effortlessly flow...

Can feel the resistance within me to play the angel,
My bad experience of ego's dangerous angles,
But Look around and feel the moment my friend,
It's only a mental role play to make life's choices bend,
Approach each moment, revering my mortality,
Invoke Shiva to destroy all that's mine, with brutality…

Surrender my friend, surrender, for it is the only way to go,
Intoxicating yourself will only make the inner confusion grow,
It messes up each time with the vaayu* and the jal* elements of the body,
Leaves me dehydrated and craving for making everything shoddy,
I really want to escape this messy chaos in my head,
The enormous weight makes me wish I was dead…

I was feeling like a child left alone by his Guru,
I realize it was a pot where victim consciousness brew,
For Nitin Bhaiya* had clearly warned me of these,
The conniving victim and the guilty thief,
Kaan Pakad lena* ! Did he say with a broad beautiful smile,
I still feel he's here, but it's been quite a while…

I am still that intense boy, with intentions pure,
Why allowing a thought to make my dream vision obscure,
My ajna* can filter the thought at least,
And deny it the opportunity to become a beast,
For me, the focus of my time on earth is clear,
I find happiness in moments when i have nothing to spare,
Nothing to spare, for everything i have is thrown in the fire of life,
Lovingly nourishing roots and shoots of lifeplants of me and my wife…

Green is the color of my devil,
It's not that he is always evil,
For now, off this bag of greens go,
I'll play with the thoughts like a pro,
Dopamine will be released through tick list and DC stars,
Ways that relax and please without leaving their scars,
For me each moment of Life is a perfect gift,
I've to smilingly surf over its troughs and cliffs…


PS-
*vaayu - air element in the Pancha Bhoota
*jal - the water element in the Pancha Bhoota
*Nitin Bhaiya - Rishi Nityapragya from Art Of Living who was the guide in the Divya Samaaj Nirman Course I did in 2010
*Kaan Pakad Lena - apologise to the master for getting trapped in the mental mess and making wrong identifications and move on
*Ajna - The Third Eye Chakra on the forehead that is also the seat of Prefrontal cortex of the brain, responsible for rational decision making

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Visibly Lost Children

"Juvenile Justice" - The term is radical, indeed, in a country where "Justice" itself is an amorphous concept plagued by selection bias in its delivery.

This is why the Juvenile Justice Act is a "progressive" one - it not just underlines the need to deliver justice to those below 18 but also talks of following an empathetic, needs-based, reformist approach by all stakeholders while that is being done. This blog post is a story of a field-visit that my NPA squad undertook officially to get sensitized about the issues confronting the enforcement of this act.

We were asked to go to a prominent bus stand of Hyderabad and spot "Visibly Lost Children". Mr. Isidor Phillip, the social worker who helped us understand the importance of the act, defined them as children whose childhoods have been snatched away and they are left to fend for themselves in an alien environment with no meaningful choice to exercise.

So, off we went, dressed in our civil clothes, with vague notions of poor children in our minds, and a hidden desire to enjoy this day that has been freed of evening outdoor sessions. All of us have seen them - almost naked, lonely children - begging on our street lights, or selling barely-useful Chinese plastic-ware, or just taking care of their younger sibling on the side of the road. What we haven't done is to try talking to them. When we did try to talk - we were in for a surprise.


Visibly Lost Children who would run away
as soon as we asked personal questions
The moment we asked questions pertaining to their personal lives - families, income, etc - the rag picking boys became suspicious and started to run away. Same was the case with the begging children. So sharp was their instinct to sense abnormal interest that some of the children who were loitering around around, would start to gradually walk away as soon as I or anyone else, would approach them. What have we done to these children so as to make them so suspicious to the entire world around them?

After a couple of hours of spotting helpless children, our teams found one child (age around 10 years) working in a restaurant in abysmal conditions and a girl child lost on the bus stand.

I turned my attention to the child labour Hussain, who was apparently sent off by his poor family, living in northern Karnataka as a sort of repayment of his father's debt to the owner of the restaurant. The boy was really shocked and afraid, as any child of his age, surrounded by 10 strangers in a room where a policeman stands guard outside, would be.

A frightened Hussain
 However, as it turned out, while my squad mates discussed the legal implications of the two cases and the steps to be taken further (due to the complete ignorance of the law amongst the local SHO, some of us had to talk tough on him so as to make him understand that these are not simple run-away cases that can be solved with mere verbal police intervention, they needed the intervention from the CWC), I became very good friends with Hussain. It took a few chocolates, a large number of funny games on my touch-screen phone and few witty comments about the obesity of some of my squad mates to finally make him comfortable. That's when he began to talk.


A pic clicked by Hussain
 The boy didn't mince words in saying that he wanted to go home ("ghar jaana hai"). He described how he had his extended family, friends and parents  in his home town, where he attended school. There came a stage where he would not sit quietly while a serious discussion on his case was on, and would take pictures from my phone. This was when he saw some pics of mine in uniform and asked "Tum police hai kya ji?"  (Are you police?). He also asked me "Tumhara jaat kya hai ji?" (What is your caste?). I was taken aback by this question because, no one had discussed religion or caste since we met. I said, I don't know what caste is and asked him what it is. He replied "Main mussalman, jaat toh hota hai na ji sabka" (I am a Muslim and everyone has a caste).
 
It was a tough 2 hour deliberation session with the
 SHO, until he was told about the Govt. Order
Now let me propound upon the quality of enforcement of the Juvenile Justice Act. For any law to be enforced, there should be a person to enforce it and he should atleast know that he is supposed to enforce it. However, when we interacted with the police officials of that prime urban police station, where NGOs like Divya Disha have spent years in spreading awareness about JJA, we found that except the SHO, very few were aware about the law and the role of police under it. This is when Andhra is considered to be one of the better states in the act's enforcement, what is the state in other states can be left to your imagination.
 
The SHO was in favour of dismissing them there and then. Mr. Isidore Philips had to refer to a govt. order of the same year so as to tell the SHO that Child Welfare Committee (CWC) will be the body to decide upon the two cases.  This is the fate of Govt. Orders on the cutting edges of police organisations. When we don't know the law, how can we implement it?
 
This is where the role of IPS officers becomes important. They can actually make the enforcement meaningful, and once the people get a taste of these much-needed laws, they will begin to demand their enforcement. Until that happens, these officers need to act as change agents.  After all, what excuse have we got in not doing the needful here? There will be no political intervention if we take an illegally-employed child labour from a commercial setup and send him home. We dont need extra funds or man-power to do that (especially in the cities where there are umpteen policemen posted in the name of routine protocol duties), all we need is a desire to deliver justice. So rather than waiting for a Supreme Court-driven initiative to reform our entire organisational setup, let us do our bit to deliver better justice while we can with the laws already there with us.
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