Thursday, December 20, 2012

विछंद...




रात को सोने की कोशिश में एक सवाल उठा: अरे.. अब तक जिंदा हो... मरी नहीं... जानती हो क्या तारीख है आज?
काँपती रूह ने जवाब दिया: मर तो चुकी हूँ... बचा ही क्या है?
मेरे स्वप्न , मेरी आशाएं, मेरी उंचाईयां... कौन जिंदा है?
मर तो तभी गयी थी जब माँ को कोसा था उसकी सास ने... “क्यों बेवजह का बोझ ले के घूम रही है? गिरा दे... अभी भी वक्त है...!”
“आखिरी निशानी है उनकी... वक्त आने पर बता देगी... कौन किसे गिराता है...!”
जीवन की सरलता से अपरिचित, जब बस्ता लेकर जाती... कोने में बिठाते मास्टर मुझे कहकर कि तू लड़की है...
खिलौने थे मेरे बर्तन ताम्बे के... और श्रृंगार था आँगन की मिट्टी...
तुम ही बताओ... मेरा बचपन हो या मेरा यौवन... क्या कभी जिंदा थी मैं...
“देखना... एक दिन तेरे ही मुंह पर कालिख पोतेगी... क्या इतना इसको पढ़ा रही है...!” मोहल्ला चिल्ला रहा था जब दाखिला लिया शहर के कालिज में...
“तू जानती है न समाज कैसा है? तेरी ऊँचाईयाँ ही इनका जवाब दे देंगी... चिंता मत कर...!”
रात भर कपड़े सी कर मेरा खर्चा देने वाली माँ... जब सबल होने का पाठ पढ़ाती...
अपनी कल्पनाओं को रौंदकर... मैं विज्ञान पढ़ती... क्या जिंदा थी मैं...??
आज जब बढ़ रही थी उन्हीं मंजिलों की ओर... तो एक नए विषाद ने जन्म ले लिया...
गर्भ को कुचलकर वो स्वयं को विजयी मान रहे हैं... क्या भविष्य है अब बाकी?
यही विचार कौंध रहा है...
किसके लिए ये सफलता मेरी और क्यों बनूँ मैं जवाबदेह?
जब अस्तित्व का ही मेरे कोई मायना नहीं... जब मेरे विचारों का कोई सम्मान नहीं...
स्वप्न मुरझा गए हैं... कल्पनाएँ उड़ना नहीं चाहतीं... निराशा ही है जो साथ निभा रही है...
तो जीवन ही कैसे कहूँ इसे?
और तुम पूछते हो... जिन्दा हूँ मैं... मरी नहीं?

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Justice for Rape? or Just another story!


The headlines caught my eyes not because the rape had happened but for the reason it happened in a moving Delhi bus. A rape case is not surprising news for us anymore. It happens on daily basis. In the hotels, lounges, railway station, houses, shops, lanes, roads and when you go to interior parts of India, you have even wider place, sugarcane fields! But do we get media coverage for those? While boarding a public transport means you would pass at least 100 raped victims among every 500 women and wouldn’t even notice a difference. Because they have lost identity! Their body is alive but soul had been crushed. Whole nation’s reaction was highly outrageous for the incident not because it was a rape but because it happened in Delhi bus plus India’s political upfront is under suspicion and most importantly it got a good amount of media attention. You would raise a defense for the gravity of this case; but I ask do you know about the girls being molested on daily basis exactly like this. Do we have reports on that? Nope, 80% of the cases are not publicly discussed. For the fear of personal integrity of victim in danger! What future holds for such girls? Even if she continues to hone her artistic skills and become a great one; people will continue to identify her as ‘raped victim’ not as an artist! They won’t look at her in appreciation but with the question mark on her purity!

Everybody is crying for justice. Demonstrating against the government, against the law and against the police! But do we realize what the actual problem is? Why don’t we raise our voice against the suppression of creative skills? Why don’t we protest when they force us to choose what we don’t want? I might sound weird here but it’s all interrelated. What do you think a criminal mind is composed of? It’s not inherited. It’s not about being born in inferior family. It’s about how he was raised? How his mind was developed during childhood? How the society affected his character? And how he mobilized his creative energy? From the word creative energy I purely mean for sexual one. It’s present in every living creature. An ability to produce, energy to give meaning to life! Why don’t we see cases of rapes in other species? Answer lies in their mating pattern. They have season for it, but human have a free space. He can make love anytime he wish to once he is capable of. It is natural that every day; he thinks about mating but can he fulfill the desire? Practically not possible! Not at least for those who are single, for those who live in a moral cultured society, not even for those who have solicited them to live as nuns/pops! Then, what is solution to such people? Energy never stops till death, it is in flow. If not utilized for better purpose it takes a deteriorated form. Channelization of such energy is solution than to protest against the natural hunger turned wild!
                                             Human have rape cases because it have suppression. Suppression, when countries were captured by others’ dominance; suppression, when women were forbidden to step out of home; suppression when they want to mobilize their energy into arts, music or drama but pushed to learn engineering! Rape is not a mere physical activity but a sudden outburst of such suppressed desires. A desire is natural and it’s good when it happens and fulfilled for growth and development but have rotten effects when suppressed. The process is similar to that of vinegar/alcohol formation, more we keep our thought in a suppressed mind set the more fermented they become; and when suddenly they get stimulation to escape they come out as their worst state!
Another point worth discussing is punishment for the criminals. Public wants the accused to be hanged. But is it the exact solution? When we talk about justice, it means to be equal. Is death really equal to the pain, the tortures and the social disgrace a woman carries after such incident? Such a woman has no future, to be loved, to be appreciated or to be at least known by her own identity! Criminal will remain in peace after death, is it justified to the daily insults she bears afterwards. We all know what happens to such woman. No man comes forward to accept her, because she has a devastated vagina! No girlfriends talk to her because that would turn down their social image too. No shopkeeper talks to her because he would lose important customers. Then, what the use of such life, when she is actually dead! My justice says to provide the equal tortures to the assailants by the victim itself! Let them be physically harassed, beaten up and tortured until the victim is satisfied. They would think it’s a creepy thought but they can’t say to the harassment she had as beautiful either. So, when we talk justice why not to be justified? Ok, the exact amount of hurt might not be possible according to others but death is also not justified in such cases. Its justified when the criminal had done murder. But a sexual harassment is a murder to soul, to the bright future of victim, and to dignity of her existence!

Don’t know how they are going to deal this case. If change has to happen, it would happen this time. Otherwise, it will be like any other story published. Life will be back to normal in country, in city, in buses and they will do candle light march every year if girl dies. But who cares for the exact solution? No man, not even woman. Only the victim!
All I know is: My country wants Leaders, My country wants Artists, My country wants Power, My country wants Prestige NOT the victims, NOT the criminals, NOT the suppression and NOT the disgrace! Jai Hind!

Sunday, December 16, 2012

इत्तला....






कभी बातें करती रही मैं तेरी तन्हाईयों से...
तो कभी तेरे लफ़्ज़ों से खुद को बनाती रही...

कभी अनमने सच को सहेजती रही...
तो कभी कुछ खूबसूरत झूठ से मन को बहलाती रही...

तेरी आँखों के गहरे अक्स में डूबकर...
कभी अपनी आँखें सजाती रही...

क्या है मेरा सच... और क्या है तेरा झूठ...
कुछ भी तो ऐसा नायाब नहीं...
बस यही कह कर...
वीरानियों में तेरा तिलिस्म बनाती रही...

जब खींचती हैं मंज़िलें कभी मुझे तेरी ओर...
कदम रुक से जाते हैं बेबस... तेरी बेरुखी से...
तू था ही न कभी मेरा...
वाकया क्यूँ मैं उनसे छिपाती रही...

टूट गयी तेरी बाहों में ... दे कर तुझे इज़ाज़त...
खेलता रहा तू मेरी खामोशियों से...
और मैं बस आँसूं बहाती रही...

कहने को तो कुछ ही पल ही थी मैं तेरे नज़दीक...
तुझे क्या पता कि वो सदियों का एहसास था...


तेरी नज़रें आज भी मुझसे एक ही सवाल पूछती हैं...
कौन हूँ मैं...
और मैं खुद को तेरा फरिश्ता समझकर इठलाती रही...

तू जानता है मेरी सारी गहराईयों को...
जाने क्यूँ... फिर भी मैं...
तुझे झूठी कहानियाँ सुनाती रही..

मेरी आवाज़ हो या नमी मेरे होठों की...
क्या अब भी महसूस करते हो उन्हें अपनी रूह में...??
जानती थी ज़वाब तेरी ख़ामोशी का... फिर भी क्यूँ रात भर तुझसे सवाल दोहराती रही...

क्या रह जाएगा बाकी तलाशने को...
गर मेरा काजल ही न छुपा पाया उन ज़ज्बात को...
इसलिए शायद... जिंदगी हमेशा अधूरी कहानियां बनाती रही...

कभी सोचती हूँ फिर से तुझे सँजोना...
पर खामोशियाँ हैं कि अलफ़ाज़ बनाने नहीं देतीं...
न ही तेरे एहसास से... और अब ना ही तेरी आवारगी से...

लिख सकती हूँ क्या मैं उस कशिश को चंद लफ़्ज़ों में...
जो कभी दूर हो कर तो कभी बाहों में सताती रही...

बेवजह का अफसाना करार दे या फिर से तोड़ दे कोई मर्तबान...
कोई शिकवा नहीं मुझे...
शायद इसलिए... आज भी चाँदनी रात में तेरा ही खवाब सजाती रही...





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