Agley Janam...

This week presented one after the other shock. Harshita's blog (A tale of three marriages) set the tone and a Noida hospital case pinned me down; i am reeling under a bout of depression. I planned to take leave from office to go and sit in solitude. This is probably the last posting of this month.

(It's a real story with just pinch of fiction because protagonist is an infant; so the words are fictitious. The setting is Noida and the incident was covered extensively by media. A couple claimed that they had a male child which was exchanged with a female child by the hospital. The protagonist is the unwanted female child. She is lying in hospital’s cradle and contemplating and explaining her maladies.)

I am one of those unfortunate children who take birth months after the death of their parents. You must be wondering how it is possible that my mother died months before my birth. Yes she did…in the same female body on which i survived for nine months. So i passed months before birth in my mom's grave. And today only, i managed to leave that grimy and dingy graveyard.

Alas! The place i landed is even grimier and dingier. What i am seeing here is that i am not at all wanted. And minutes after my birth another birth took place with a little biological difference. And this male child is an instant hit, a hot property sought after by two families. Two set of parents are jostling to get their names entered on his birth certificate…what a place to see your name. (Think about Draupdi and Dhritrashtra of Mahabharata who had this pleasure hundred times and they died alone.)

I am a kind of abuse both of them don't want to have. Don't forget - one pair is my Mom's and Dad's grave. I am lying on a cradle and waiting for a worse tomorrow. Because my parents passed away way back and if modern science matches my genetic signatures with the graveyard i left few hours ago. My life will become hell.

I have started my life from the abyss. I hope everything could only become better provided i am not back closer to the graveyards i left this morning. I am wondering if i survived all this tumult and ever become a mother what would i do. At least i would not let a girl visit this place called India. Mothers are abusing their motherhood...by killing new born daughters...by determining sex of their children. Are they child making factories and am i a product? If yes then what’s so bad about me that no body wants me.

The man who is responsible for my birth is so fond of women and getting rid daughters. He doesn’t even thinks what his son would do if every one started thinking like him. Or may be he is planning a forced gay in his son.

At the moment i am getting full media coverage because no body wants me. Am i not very young to think all this? But when you are an uninvited guest to a party and nobody attends you; this kind of feelings are inevitable? Normal human beings try to find an exit; i too am looking for an exit to never return.

Don't sympathize with me...i have not come here on my own. I am a by product of a couple's aspirations and fun...who disowned their own act. If you can’t do something forget about me.

I request to GOD Agley Janam mohe bitiya na kije; Kije jo bitiya to India se bacha lije (in the next incarnation don't make me a daughter if you do please save me from India).

समझ हर पहलू की दर्द ही देती है शायद
ईसने तो दीवारें ही बनायी
मेरी समझ का रोज एक दीवार बनाना
और तुम्हारी का उसे तोड़ने से मना करना
नुक़सान तो हमारा ही हुआ
हमारे बीच सिर्फ़ दीवारे बनी टूटी नहीं
आज सोच कर परेशां हूँ
बचपन की उस सुबह
जब तुम्हारे हाथ को पकड़
नीम के साये तले
क्यों कहाँ था मैंने?
भगवान् हमें बड़ा कर दो
उसने तो बड़ा बना दिया बड़प्पन छीन कर
समझ दे दी मासूमियत छीन कर
और अब हम दीवारें बना रहे है
बचपन में होता तो शायद यही पूछता
तुम ठीक तो हो उस पार???
अब तो डर लगता है मांगते ये भी
की छीन लो ये समझ
न जाने क्या हो अंजाम?

The Wall

I am gonna talk about a wall no not Rahul Dravid...Chinese wall. But some other wall. This wall is at the centre of the storm in the Middle East. The wall that separates Israel from Phalestine.

Ye kissa nazariye ka hai (this story is all about perception). People say that it's the final nail in the coffin of Phalestine aspirations. Some say it's the safety measure Israel was forced to take. I would say this is the only thing common between these two people.

But i am surprised to see how much blood they have shed for such a small piece of land. Arre bhai samay rahte india aa jate to teeno ko (muslims, christians, jews) alag-alag jameen de dete saare khush...(if they had come to India within the time, we would have given separate places to each of them, all happy).

Now jokes, apart they are really crazy lot - this land has produced three of the greatest religions the mankind has ever seen. All of them are baying for the blood of one another. Ab bhagwan ko area dekh kar messangeer bhejne chahiye the...par unki bhoogol thi kamjor kar di gadbad (God must have sent his messengers after carefully examining the area...but she / he "trying to be politically correctly" was week at geography and messed it all). Phir phir soch samajh kar hasna (again think before smiling). Moses, Christ, Mohammad must be thinking mere daddy bhi bas (our dad is too much).

Jews were the oldest that's why they have longest list of grievances. Christians are well off because the Vatican happens to be in Italy and Waise bhi christ bechare khudi sara dard samet chale (any how Christ himself bore all the burns). Muslims have the Mecca but they have Al-aqsa also, which is in Jewish control and that makes them the latest aggrieving party. Main to kehta hoon bahut ho gayi ladai ab kar lo sulah safai (In my view, a lot of fighting has taken place, now it's time for ceasefire).

I was thinking about telling something about the architecture of the wall and ended up telling history. khair bhagawan mujhe chod de (Any way, Oh! god spare me). The blood is used for water, bones for bricks and flesh for mortar - i recommend the architect to use sanity for water, forgiveness for bricks and forgetfulness for mortar to rebuild this wall.

So that i can go there again with my partner, without any Jew or may be Muslim or may be Christian; I'm sorry human driver offering beauties for some $s; of course in front of her at least.

As I am afraid next time i might change as well just like the wall.