Poems for KHUSHI

Movie Review: Fandry There is a very nice quote by Dr. Ambedkar. “Indians today are governed by two different ideologies. Their political ideal set in the preamble of the Constitution affirms a life of liberty, equality and fraternity. Their social ideal embodied in their religion denies them.” Fandry shows you the reality of this quote which is still there in 21 st century. Though Constitution of India has given right to each and everyone to live but still the caste system has not given the right to the lower-castes to rise. They are still forced to chase the pigs. ‘Jabya’(Somnath Avaghade), a 13 to 14 years old boy from an untouchable caste ‘Kaikadi’, is staying with his family in the outskirts of the village. His father ‘Kachrya’ (Kishor Kadam) aka Kachru (means ‘garbage’) does any work given to him by the villager, from swiping the village, providing tea, to removing pigs from gutter and from village. ‘Jabya’ is a dreamer who always dreams about his one sided love ‘Shalu’ ...

I don’t know when I knew that I actually exist. Some blurred memories, some vintage images, Black and white people in those torn pages. But I remember, when I did cry Outside a store, looking at the toy. Hearing senses will be weaker with passing time But I will still remember those nursery rhymes, Sharing tiffin with friends under the tree, Swings and slides, and games time free. I will see this flashback when I will see nothing more, I would like to live my existence. Can I live it once more?

In a night of glazing light, Crowded streets and hawkers’ treats, People were lost in their talks. Were eating, munching, talking and laughing. And there was a sight A boy came by, Looking as dusty as that street. With his small, dirty finger, my thigh he knocked. The colourful things he was selling Were the balloons that caught my sight. He was pale and light, “Must be hungry” I guess from his breathe. I offered him the pizza in my plate. He refused my offer without being hesitate. I saw his balloons and I looked at his face. “Colourful are the children of his age.” His colours were absorbed by the balloons he sell, Hunger for food made him colourless and pale. He went back and sat on his pal pavement. He couldn’t sell anything, today nothing was his achievement. He was nodding his head ‘coz of sleep on his eyes. I could not bear the sight. I went and put a note in his hand. He got conscious; he put it in his tore pants. I was about t...

When I look at the sun, And I don’t blink my eyes, My eyes get dampen. Though he is not my father Nor I am his son. It is the only moment, They say I cry. But I know I don’t. I have some reasons, when you will ask me why. We were brought up this way, That we only live for today So we don’t care of what is going around. So we don’t bother if dear ones are going away. But we are sad, in isolation we sit. We sob within the heart, and it sounds haunting beats. We cry without a tear in our eye. Tears are not rains that can come again and again. I have saved them for myself. I have saved them for myself.

वाऱ्याशी झगडताना,  अंधारलेल्या दिव्यांनी,  रात्रीची केली सांगता. रडत खडत, डोंगर दऱ्यातून,  सुर्य किरणे दिसली आता. अशीच एक लिहताना गाथा ,  माझ्या शब्दांना फुटली वाचा. त्सुनामीतही न उन्मळ लेले ते नारळा चे झाड, भूकंपातही जमीन धरून, थांबलेला तो पहाड, कष्ट उंच जणू उंच ताड माड, एका मुंगीने केले सर आता . अशीच एक लिहताना गाथा ,  माझ्या शब्दांना फुटली वाचा.

ती अनाथ मुले थांबलेली, आकाशाकडे हाथ पसरून, चेहऱ्यावर अश्रू सुकलेली, आणि पसरलेली अथांग शांतता.  अर्ध्या सारणात रचलेला मृत भाऊ,  आणि शोधूनही न सापडलेला तो बापाची शोकांतिका, आणि डोळे असूनहि न पाहणारी देशाची जनता, आणि पसरलेली अथांग शांतता.  यात कसले शुरपण? यात कसले देवपण? फक्त दुख आणि दुख आणि  आणि पसरलेली अथांग शांतता.  दुरुस्ती पलीकडे जळालेली घरे,  मृत देहाचा वास हवेत चहु कडे, रडून अर्धवट मेलेली ती स्त्री, तुटलेल्या बांगड्या इकडे तिकडे, आणि पसरलेली अथांग शांतता.  आकाशात विजय कंदिलाचा प्रकाश,  आता कोण मारणार, पाहतात डोळे वाट, भीतीने थर  थर कापणारा त्या मुलांचा हात, आणि पसरलेली अथांग शांतता.  सैनिक हरली आणि हार त्यांनी मानली, बायकांची इज्जत बलात्कारात लुटली, तिला कापली, तोडली, आणि ती संपली, आणि येणारी पिढी द्वेषात डुबली. यात कसले शुरपण? यात कसले देवपण? फक्त दुख आणि दुख आणि  आणि पसरलेली अथांग शांतता. 

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