Beef saga, Ms. Madhu Singh, Harivansh Rai and his Kayastha lineage

Yesterday Ms. Madhu Singh (of The Curse of Ghandhari) left a note on one of my articles (Beef) which ended with a small couplet by Dr. Harivansh Rai, of course she wrote it in the lighter vain but its about the Kayastha community of which he and me are a part.

The story around this couplet goes something like this: One day someone asked Dr. Harivansh Rai, "You don't drink then how come you write such profound work on drinking and alcohol", He answered through this couplet:

मैं कायस्थ, कुलोधाभव मेरे पुरखों ने इतना ढाला
मेरे तन के लहु में है पिछत्तर प्रतिशत हाला
पुश्तैनी अधिकार मुझे है मदिरालय के आँगन पर
मेरे दादा परदादा के हाथ बिकी थी यह मधुशाला

Main kayasth, kulodhabhav mere purkhon ne itna dhaala
Mere tan ke lahu mein hai pichhattar pratishat haala
Pushtaini adhikaar mujhe hai madiraalay ke aangan par
Mere dada pardada ke haath biki thi madhushaala

which roughly translates into:
I am a Kayastha prodigy, my ancestor's drank so much,
My blood now contains 75% alcohol,
I have an ancestral right on the floor of these bars,
My forefathers were the ones who visited these Pubs

Now this couplet basically describes about the free going, opulent and out-going life style which Kayastha community used to lead. I have done some research and work on Kayastha community's history but that could come later. This blog is more about Harivansh Rai's poems.

Some of his famous works are well known but I would start to put some of my favorites. He is known as one of the finest Hindi poets of last century but my favourite work is first part of his autobiography: क्या भूलूँ क्या याद करुँ (Kya bhoolon kya yaad karoon)

I was so tounched by a comment that he made in that book:
It's the time when Shyama Ji, his first wife passes away he says:
मैं उसकी मृत्यु से आधा मर गया, और वह मेरे जीवन में आधा जीवन जियेगी
Mein uski martyu se aadha mar gaya, aur wah mere jeevan mein aadha jeevan jiyegi

With her death half of me died and she would live half a life in mine.

In my eyes that is one of the most romantic comments that any guy has ever made about his deceased spouse . Isn't this better than building a Taj Mahal for someone.

One which would have offended most people in this time and age is:

मुस्लमान और हिन्दु हैं दो
एक मगर उनका प्याला
एक मगर उनका मदिरालय
एक मगर उनकी हाला
दोनों रहते एक ना जब तक
मन्दिर - मस्जिद में जाते
बैर बढातेमन्दिर मस्जिद
मेल करती मधुशाला

Musalmaan aur hindu hain do
Ek magar unka pyaala
(Muslims and Hindus are different, but they share a common peg of wine)
Ek magar unka madiraalaya
Ek magar unki haala
(Both have the same bar and both drink the same wine)
Dono rehte ek na jab tak
Masjid-Mandir mein jaate
(Both do not live together until they go to Mosques and Temples)
Bair badhaate masjid-mandir
Mel karaati madhushaala
(Mosques and temples increase the difference but the bar helps them to be united).

But one of my favorites is:

जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में एक सितारा
माना वह बड़ा प्यारा था
वह डूब गया तो डूब गया
अम्बर के आनन् को देखो
कितने इसके तारे टूटे
कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे
जो छूट गए फिर कहाँ मिले
पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर !
कब अम्बर शोक मनाता है !
जो बीत गई सो बात गई !

जीवन में था एक कुसुम !
थे उसपर नित्य निछावर तुम !
वह सूख गया तो सूख गया !
मधुवन की छाती को देखो !
सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ !
मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ !
जो मुरझाईं फिर कहाँ खिलीं !
पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर !
कब मधुवन शोर मचाता है !
जो बीत गई सो बात गई !

जीवन में मधु का प्याला था
तुमने तन मन दे डाला था !
वह टूट गया तो टूट गया
मदिरालय के आँगन को देखो !
कितने प्याले हिल जाते हैं
गिर मिट्टी में मिल जाते हैं !
जब गिरते हैं कब उठते हैं
पर बोलो टूटे प्यालों पर
कब मदिरालय पछताता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

मृदु मिट्टी के हैं बने हुए
मधु घट फूटा ही करते हैं
लघु जीवन ले कर ही आयें हैं
प्याले टूटा ही करते हैं
फिर भी मदिरालय के अन्दर
मधु के घट हैं मधु प्याले हैं
जो मादकता के मारें हैं
वे मधु लूटा ही करते हैं
वह कच्चा पीने वाला है
जिसकी ममता घट पायलों पर
जो सच्चे मधु से जला हुआ
कब रोता है कब चिल्लाता है

जो बीत गई सो बात गई

Jo beet gayi so baat gayi

Jeevan mein ek sitara tha
Mana wah bada pyara tha
Wah toot gaya to toot gaya,
Amber ke aanan ko dekho,
Kitne iske taare toote,
Kitne iske pyare choote,
Jo choot gaye phir kahan mile,
Par bolo toote taaron par,
Kab amber shok manata hai,
Jo beet gayi so baat gayi,

Jeevan mein tha ek kusum,
The us par nitya nichavar tum,
Vah sookh gaya to sookh gaya,
Madhuvan ki chati ko dekho,
Sookhi kitni iski kaliyan,
Murjhaiyin kitni valleriiyaan,
Jo murjhayin phir kahan khili,
Par bolo sookhe phoolon par,
Kab madhuvan shor machta hai,
Jo Beet Gayi so baat gayi,

Jeevan mein ek madhu ka pyala tha,
Tumne tan man de dala tha,
Wah toot gaya to toot gaya,
Madiralay ke aangan ko dekho,
Kitne pyale hil jate hain,
Gir metti mein mil jate hain,
Jab girte hain kab uthte hain,
Par bolo toote pyalon par,
Kab madiralay pachtata hai,
Jo beet gayi so baat gayi

Mradu meeti ke hain bane hue,
Madhu ghat phoota hi karte hain,
Laghu jeevan le kar hi aayen hain,
Pyale toota hi karte hain,
Phir bhi madiralay ke andar,
Madhu ke ghat hain madhu pyale hain,
Jo madakta ke maren hain,
Vah madhu loota hi karte hain,
Vah kachcha peene wala hai,
Jiski mamta ghat pyalon par,
Jo sachche madhu se jala hua,
Kab rota hai kab chillata hai,

Jo beet gayi so baat gayi

I specially love the last few lines.....

Should Olympic medal matter to us?

As Abhinav Bindra was standing on the podium to receive his Gold Medal and all of Indian media was going ga-ga over him, I stood there wondering two questions.

1. Why such a hype over one gold? and on the other hand
2. Does it even matter if we win 1 or 50 gold medals?

In a sense these both questions represents two different thoughts of mine, they are somewhat contradicting to each other.

One thought of mine wants to achieve more and more, wants to be the world's best and want India to be right up there at number one sporting country in the world.

Second one, a little more complex but it is of one which understands the complexities of Sports and wants Indians to play the sport for its love and play it for fun instead of trying to achieve 50 gold medals.

Of course, I am proud of Abhinav's achievement as any Indian would be and I do not intend to take anything away from it. He has worked very hard and he surely deserves a medal for that.

However, why one gold is making such a big noise? Yes, he is first individual Indian in the independent era to win it and the first Indian in 28 years to receive it. Last one was Indian hockey team back at Moscow Olympics.

Are we such poor achievers at sports or as many people think cricket is actually killing all other kinds of sportsmen. But if can produce a Sachin Tendulkar in cricket why can’t we produce world's best in other sports. I think the only reason is lack of interest in Indians towards other sports.

The other question is should it matter? Should we be ashamed that we have only one medal? No, not at all. I think we are free country and our kids decide what to play not based on what their PT Teacher tells them but what they like. In addition, until recent past we were a real poor country. It is only in last 4 or 5 years that we have started to grow and have started to put money into sports. Hope that in a decade we would be far better placed.

I had heard somewhere that in China it is the teachers who decide what sports a kid would play. Also, if your child is good at a particular sport they are sent away to hostel based training facilities. Leave aside the child even parents do not have much say in it. Think about a 7-year-old only girl child being snatched away from her parents and being put into a hostel far-far away just because she is talented at something.

Would we ever do that to our kids? Or rather, anyone would like that to happen to them and their kids. It is all fine in the name of a country but can a medal in Olympics be above personal choice and love and affection of parents. Is it that important?

As money would pour into sports in India, I think we would more be like US or Australia rather than any other country.

Therefore, my fellow citizens, enjoy, play what you like, have fun, and enjoy your life. Of course, no one denies that when you play something it should be with utmost sincerity and hard work. As 'Steve Waugh' had once said, never give an inch'.

Give your best while playing sports, play to create memories not to win medals. No one remembers who won and who lost but people still remember instances which stick to our heads. Don't we remember Sehwag hitting 6 at 295 more than that the test match was India's first win on Pakistani soil. Don't you remember Leander Paes beating Henri LeConte in Davis Cup semi finals over who did he beat in Olympic QFs. That is because these instances would remain with us becuase they entertained us not becuase who won or who lost.

Play fair, Play hard, Play to enjoy and Medals would come automatically.

Few things about sports that have always surprised me:

1. Why most team sports are more attractive to us than individual ones?

2. Do Democracies play more team sports? Is it true or just my perception. Look at US, Australia, England etc. Team sports are far far more famous than lets say Athletics, Gymnastics or Swimming.

One question I have never ever understood,

3. Why do Indian do well in Sports which are expensive? Cricket, Tennis, Golf, Shooting. We are a poor country with lots of open spaces and 1 billion people. Why don't we excel in Football (Soccer) or just long distance running.

Any answers?

Karen's Cancer

I just found out that my friend's wife has been diagnosed with Stage IV colon cancer. It's rare at such an early age of 31.

But both Francis and Karen have written some amazing articles on their blog at http://karenscancer.blogspot.com/

Please do read them and pass on all your wishes to Francis and Karen.

One day in life of Ivan Denisovich, my tribute to Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Just heard that Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn passed away today. It is a very sad day for the literary world. He won the Nobel Prize in 1970 but had to wait for 4 years to receive it. He wasn't allowed to get out of the USSR then. A few years ago Vladimir Putin was standing and honouring him with the highest civilian honour of Russia. What a turn around for a poor young widow’s son who had struggled all his life with ailments and life full of hardships.

I have only read one of his books, of course its 'One day in life of Ivan Denisovich'.

To give you a little background about myself in order for everyone to understand why this book has had a big impact on me. When I was growing up, especially in the 70s and early 80s, India was very socialist. At least in theory.

From the time I was very young I grew up on Russian books for children (from the former Soviet Union, they were translated and published in Hindi and English). Father always thought the quality of these books was far superior to those Indian books which were available then. The only Indian books I was allowed to read (or rather buy, he allowed me to read everything) was 'Amar Chitra Katha'.

When I look back at these, I do realize that it was true. Yes, yes, I still have many books kept safely with me from my childhood. Still have 'Masha and her four dogs', probably one of the first books that my father got me & a few Sputnik magazines. The printing is nice, the language almost too perfect.

So when I was growing up I was bombarded with many socialist ideas. I loved life in the USSR, with its snow, its organized houses and lovely and happy schools. At least this is the impression that magazines and books gave it to me.

One of my Uncles was very pro Soviet Union and we always took pride in anything that they did better than the US. I always hoped that the USSR would win more medals than the US. We were far happier if Russians claimed that they had done something great. We were convinced that MIG-29s were better fighter planes than F-16s.

Then came the first Indian to go into space on a Russian ship. His name was Rakesh Sharma. When he was space, then Indian prime minister 'Indira Gandhi' was talking to him and she asked him 'Aapko upar se bharat kaisa dhikta hai?' (How does India look from up there?) He without wasting a second said 'Main be -jhijak kah sakta hoon, Sare jahan se achcha' (I can say without any hesitation, the best in the world). That instance, made all of us few inches taller. We all had pride in him and we all thought that one day we all will do something similar and would say something so touching.

It was one of those moments, which changes things, or is a sign of change.

By the time late 80s came and India started to see a new change in itself. There were better books, like Target. (I am so sorry to see that Target is not in the print anymore), there was renewed confidence. India was a world beater in cricket and at least in one day format. Rajiv Gandhi with all his flaws and immaturity was still a breath of fresh air.

However, we were never away from the USSR, the falling of the USSR came as a surprise with the hope that this is momentary. We still wished that the US would fall of the world and the USSR-India alliance would be supreme.

It was 1992, I had just given my 12th boards and the summer was in full swing. Some how, when everyone is preparing for those entrance exams, I was just doing it for the sake of doing it. In those days, I read almost all of Shakespeare in one go. The problem that has created is that now I am not certain of plots and characters, I get them all mixed up in my head. This was the same summer when I read 'One day in life of Ivan Denisovich'.

It is a story of man in Russian prisons 'Gulag'. His experiences in Stalin era prison have been presented in this book. This is almost autobiographical, as he himself had spent 8 years in Stalin's nasty dreaded prison camps. One thing I remember which gave me chills was that the cut off cold for workers not to work outside was -41 degree Celsius.

This book threw out all those left over socialist ideas from mind and I became a new person. I had read someone in the USSR in mid 80s read this book in one night and came out into the cold brisk Moscow morning. He said that feeling stuck with him for years because he hadn't walked into the Sun, it was as if he had left his old past behind. My experiences with this book were similar. I became a new person with new thought, new expressions, and new likings towards basic freedoms.

Maybe it was the last nail in the socialist coffin or maybe it was 'Eureka' for free will and free thought for me.

Now more I think, the more I am convinced about Free Will, Free People, and Free Economy.

I would surely read his 'Gulag trilogy' as soon as I can get my hands on them as a tribute to the person who hastened my thought process if not totally shatter my old ideas.

Though somehow deep down I still believe that I am socialist. I now think that Democracy, Free Will, Free Speech, Free Economy or Freedom at every level of human life is the best form of socialism because it removes the human being from chains and liberates him to achieve and live a life full of dreams and desires.

Isn't it, that at the end, dreaming of a better tomorrow, for us and all humanity is all we have.