Monday, April 28, 2025

A DOHA (TWO-LINE POEM ) AND A WEDDING COUPLE

                                                                    

A DOHA (TWO-LINE POEM ) AND A WEDDING COUPLE

 

A friend sent this painting to me and requested that I write two lines for this work of art that shows a wedding couple. I wrote this:-

 

Pehle nag ke saath rakha nag 

Jeevan bhar ka mail...

Ab to parkho jaano phir bhi

 chaar dinon ka khel ...

( Avtar Mota )



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Wednesday, April 23, 2025

LOADING AND UNLOADING CHARGES

                                        
( Symbolic burning of the  "Death Shadow "  by Kashmiri Hindus at a crematorium in Jammu  .Photo ...Avtar Mota )


 LOADING UNLOADING CHARGES


Exile has profound aftereffects, both psychologically and socially, for individuals and communities. Exiles often experience feelings of loss, dislocation, loneliness and identity crisis which play havoc with their health. Socially, exile can impact relationships, cultural identity, and the ability to participate in social life in the new environment. As children seek employment avenues , old members in the  family are constrained to remain at a place where they feel somewhat connected to the environment. 

Jagan Nath (age 80 years) died in his Jammu house where he lived with his wife Raj Rani, while his only son had moved to Canada permanently. As this sudden tragedy struck the old couple, Raj Rani didn’t know what to do or where to go. Both Jagan Nath and Raj Rani were patients of hypertension, diabetes and painful osteoarthritis. They could not walk. Hearing the sad news, Chaman Lal (age 75 years), their neighbour, came running and sat on a chair. He was suffering from painful varicose veins and hypertension. Sitting on the chair, he directed all arrangements at that critical juncture. Some more elderly neighbours and relatives arrived limping and seeking chairs to sit. There was no young man among the mourners who could lift Jagan Nath’s body and put it inside the vehicle sent by the crematorium. Finally, Chaman Lal requested the driver and his two helpers to put the body in the vehicle. In the evening, Jai Shankar Bairagi, the caretaker of the crematorium, sent a bill of rupees 7850/= to Raj Rani that read like this:-

(1)    Timber  for the pyre                   3800

(2)    3 Helper charges                          900

(3)    Vehicle                                        550

(4)    Loading and unloading               600

 of the body

(5)    Donation                                   2000

                                       Total  7850.00


( Avtar Mota )


PS

Known as ' tchhaayi naar zaalun' or the practice of burning "Death Shadow" symbolically at a crematorium, is still practised by Kashmiri Hindus. Before returning from a crematorium, a bundle of dry grass is burnt and those who had come with the dead body make three rounds around this fire and leave for their homes. Poet Farooq Nazki has used  ' tchhaayi naar zaalun' as ametaphor in his heart touching poem on Kashmiri Pandit exiles. I quote the specific lines ," Chhe draagamokal  yemberzalan tchhayi naar zalaan,  Yimav qadam kaed garav neibar, tim na aayi pheerith ,na zchhendi sontan". If the lines are read in context , Nazki intends to say ," When the narcissus flowers were not seen in the garden, greedy brokers  arrived, burning even their shadows to thwart their return to the garden.Alas!  Those who stepped out of their homes did neither return nor did the spring season seek their whereabouts."

Sunday, April 20, 2025

FATHER AND DAUGHTER

                                  

                                           





FATHER AND  DAUGHTER...

"Saada chidiyaan da chamba ve, 
Babul assaan urr jaana...."( A popular Punjabi folk song ) 

When a daughter leaves her parental home , every father turns emotional. He can't  hold back his tears. Saw it in East and West .Saw it across cultures.Who says human emotions and feelings aren't  universal? I found them similar here , there,  anywhere and everywhere.

                                                       


"Saada chidiyaan da chamba ve, 
Babul assaan urr jaana.
Saadi lammi udaari ve, 
babul kehrre des jaana."

"Ours is a flock of sparrows, 
Dear father,
We have to fly away.
Ours is  a long, 
a very long flight,
We know not to which land 
we shall go."

(Avtar Mota)

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Monday, April 14, 2025

ANGER AND OUR KARMA

                                                                         

           ( Swami Ranganathananda 1908-2005 )


ANGER AND OUR KARMA

( Photo Swami Ranganathananda 1908-2005)

 ‘The ones who do not know the secret are the ones who get angry, ’ An ancient  Indian Proverb

Like a smile, anger is also a part of our Karma. The Upanishads say that anger gives birth to Tamsik Karma: a Karma that has to be repaid. It always engulfs the angry man and his surroundings with negative energy. In Buddhist teachings, anger is often metaphorically compared to an “out of control forest fire” or a “rampaging elephant.” Never ever has anger been without Karmic consequences. If your rage has hurt someone, there is the very real Karmic consequence of “retribution.”  Swami Ranganathananda, Head Monk of Ramakrishna Mission, says this:-

“Emotions like anger are based on forecasts and overestimations, not on impartiality and understanding, and hence basically incorrect. Uncontrolled anger causes much harm to others and creates Bad Karma for the angry person. Anger is a powerful energy that pierces the energy of the person you are angry with like an arrow, causing pain and wounds. The misery that we cause to others is bound to come to us.The angry man always holds a false belief that he is in possession of Truth and he can never be wrong.Accordingly ,  rarely can one  enter into a settlement based on empathy and mutual understanding with a person who never dowses the blaze of his anger."


What Swami Ji has said in the last lines of his above quote is exactly what Mirza Ghalib conveys through ,' Kya bane baat jahaan baat banaaye na bane or what settlement can be arrived at with a person with whom you are unable to initiate a dialogue or communication '.

Anger deprives a person of many things. Unfortunately, one among these deprivations is the truth. Truth rarely comes closer to an angry man. Quite often, the angry man remains surrounded by falsehood. The plant of truth grows and flourishes in the soil of humility alone. And the fragrant breeze of truth keeps visiting the areas where it finds humility.

 Anger may also  make you  loud and foul mouthed perpetually engaging you in observing others and quite often commenting hurtfully . That is why people tend to move away from a compulsive angry person .  


"Nashwa-o-nooma hai asal sey Ghalib farooh ko,

Khaamoshi hi sey nikley hai jo baat chaahiye .”………( Mirza Ghalib )


(Leaves and branches grow due to water and nutrition  from roots,

 So does the much-needed and real expression emerge

from silence and not from words or speech .)

( Avtar Mota )


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Saturday, April 12, 2025

CHINAR TREE IN SNOWFALL AND A POEM OF AGNISHEKHAR

                                          



CHINAR TREE IN SNOW

To this photo I am adding a Hindi  poem by Dr Agnishekhar . The influence of  Kurdish poets like Choman Hardi ,Kajal Ahmed and  Sherko Bekas is starkly visible in the style and content  of this poem.For my friends,I have also done simple english rendering of this poem..

(Girtee Barf )

Barf gir rahi hai ,
Aaj phir chinar ke neeche
Koyee dekh raha hai 
Tumhaari   raah 
Dharrak rahi hai eik umeed phir se 
Din badal jaane ki 
Utkat praarthana koyee kar rahaa hai 
Iss himpaat mein ……..
Barf ke inn vishaal prastaron ke neeche 
Beh rahi hai maun  jal dhaaraayein 
Meri  jijivisha hain
Gharon ki chhatein 
Aur peidon ki tahniyon se latak rahi 
Jami huyee pandhaariyaan 
Meray aansoo aur paseenay hain 
Kye huva
 Akela huun  me  Iss chatyrdik shunya mein 
Dhab  rahein hai  barf ke neeche 
Meray Kheit ,
Smritiyaan ,
Jarrein ,
Kavitaayein 
Naam o nishaan meray 
Me har chinaar ke neeche 
Barf ki Banbiyaan mein khada
Kar rahaan huun surya upasana 
Budh-budhaa rahaa huun 
Dhoop !
Dhoop!
Dhoop!
( Agni Shekhar )
 
( In the snow fall )

 Today the chinar tree is once again 
Under falling snow ,
Some one  stands at  the pathway 
Looking for you .
This heart beats once more with hope  
 “Days are going to change  for sure ”
An intense  prayer by some one 
In this snowfall,
Under this  gigantic snow settlement ,
Many streams of silence keep moving ,
 Like  my resilience .
From the rooftops and  the branches of these trees ,
Frozen water  lines  dangle 
 like my tears and sweat drops ,
What , if alone I stand today ,
In this desolate silence of   all the  four corners ,
Under this very  snow ,
Buried are  my fields ,
My recollections ,
My roots ,
My poems ,
My being  
and identity .

I stand underneath every chinar tree ,
In these  snow stacks ,
 Performing  Sun worship ,
I  keep murmuring ,
Sunshine  !
Sunshine !
Sunshine !

( Avtar Mota )


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Thursday, April 10, 2025

MY POEM " PHIR VASANT KASHMIR MEIN AAYA"

                                            

                                
                                          










To these beautiful Springtime  photographs of Kashmir, I add my poem "Phir Vasant Kashmir mein  Aaya  "

(Phir Vasant Kashmir mein  Aaya  )

Phir Vasant Kashmir mein aaya 
 Dhoop khili aakash khula phir
Jeevan beej dhara ne paaya 
Phir needon mein 
choon choon chaan chaan
Makhmal sa  dharti ka bichhona 
Yahi tha apna  chaandi sona 
Laal sunehra neela peela
Hara kesri Kahin ghulabi 
Disha disha  mein manmohak
Rangon ka hai 
adhbudh  vistaar
Nadiyaan kal kal 
Mehka jal thal
Aasha phir  jeevan aadhaar 
Kastoori ka vesh  pehan kar 
 chali bayaar

Aey ithlaati pawan bataana  
Kaisa ye vyavhaar tumhaara 
Jaise ikk sarkaari afsar 
Nirvaasit nishkaasit jan se 
Door rahe ya kare kinaara 
tum bhi  unn ko bhool gayi kya 
Jo kal ghar ko chhorr chale thay 
Jin ko  ekk ekk kar ke ab tak 
 samay ke bulldozer ne rondha 
Haar ke toot ke dhokhe  kha kar
Swapnon ke mahlon ko daha kar 
Tapti reit ki chita bana kar 
Chorr  chale aakhir  sansaar 

Dil kehta hai vyakulta mein 
Iss Vasant mein aissa kuchh ho  
Bache hain kuchh jo kaal chakra se 
Laut ke ghar  aatay iss baar.
Phir Vasant Kashmir mein aaya 

(Avtar Mota )





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Sunday, April 6, 2025

RAMNAVMI GREETINGS

                          



HARI ANANT HARI KATHA ANANTA..


हरि अनंत हरि कथा अनंता।

कहहिं सुनहिं बहुबिधि सब संता॥

रामचंद्र के चरित सुहाए।

कलप कोटि लगि जाहिं न गाए॥

Sri Rama or Hari is infinite and so is his story infinite. All sages keep hearing and speaking about him in many ways.The glorious character of Sri Rama can't be sung even in crores of kalpas .

RAMNAVMI.  GREETINGS ..

( Avtar Mota )

PS

Kalpa is a Sanskrit word . In Hindu and Buddhist cosmology, kalpa refers to the period of time between the creation and dissolution/recreation of the universe. The length of a kalpa varies by tradition. In the "Puranas," it is described as 4.32 billion years, while Buddhism cites four kalpas of different lengths, from roughly 16 million years to about 1.28 trillion years.
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