Saturday, April 27, 2013

The grand daughter...

Are you proud being a "Bihari"?
I said: Yes
Are you also proud of the fact that Biharis are doing rape?
I was speech less.

I was speechless not because i did not have the answer, but i was speechless because the level of thinking a common man have. How easily we tag the identity of an obscene crime to cast, creed and community. I was silent not because i could not answer the question, but i was silent because how comfortable we are in calling muslim a terrorist and bihari a rapist. How about thinking like this, we all are rapist, because we just read the headline, a content(specially where the tagging has been done), discuss with 4 friends, finally make a conclusion...iss desh ka kuch nahi ho sakta. Is it not the rape of to the soil where we born? Is it not the rape to our "matribhumi"? In "Mahabharata" people were equally responsible who witnessed the "Draupadi cheerharan" (saree pulling act of draupadi - for those who don't know draupadi  and her cheerharan)
I personally can be indifferent to the question, which has been raised. But i am bound to write this because one fine morning 6 am I went to a tea stall to enjoy my morning tea. I saw a boned structured old man having so many wrinkles on his body, completely tanned- sorry! Not tanned- burned in sunlight, was discussing with her little grand daughter in his local language. He was having tea and his grand daughter was asking for a  cookies. He checked his pocket he had only 2 rs in his pocket. Finally she couldn't get the cookies just because it was of 5 rs. She setteled her desire of eating cookies with a 1 rs "matthi". The man saved 1 rs but couldn't save the desire of her grand daughter. Finally both disappeared from my eyes on a  bicycle rick-shaw. Grand daughter was behind and the old man was pulling the rickshaw. He was a rickshaw puller and a bihari. He left behind one question; what if everyone start hating him just because he is a bihari and stop using his rickshaw, Can his grand daughter will ever buy a cookies for her? 

There was a time when the same state use to be the land of intellectuals and spiritual peoples. The state has given first president to this nation, the place where Buddha got enlightenment, IASs and so many things. Now the same state is struggling to find his own identity. Why people migrate from there? Because of the same reason Punjabis migrate to canada, people from kerala migrate to arab countries. People migrate, serve the daily need of ours,  get nothing with respect to the amount hard work they do and get disrespect, humiliation and a tag of rapist. Let us imagine a day without a security guard around us or without a vegetable seller or a rickshaw puller or a construction worker. They come from a state where people don't prefer to call "tum/tu" to the person next to his or her. In migrated city they have to hear "tum/tu" everyday just because of a piece of bread and so daal. Nobody prefer to migrate or leave his or her family by choice its the circumstances, which force a young 24 year old paratha wala bhaiya to leave his 21 days old son back to his hometown.
This time i will not conclude anything but I'll leave few questions behind.
Are we living in a nation or a state?
Are we happy to become a "Delhi times" citizen?
Is our blood dry now?