THE LAST RITUALS

Rituals which were performed after expiry of my mother was as under:-

After the MUKHAGNI which is performed by the person has to sleep on ground after the Mundan and everyday he has to take bath outside the village.

One has take lunch only once in a day that too without turmeric and oil.

After the elapsed of 7 day,SATNAHAYANA ritual is performed where female of the family took bath.

DASKARM  is performed after elapsed of 10 days.Where PINDDAN Kriya is done.

On 13 th day SHRADH and BARKHI were performed and SAZIADAN is done.

Heavenly abode of my Mother

It was 8th day after the departure of my mother who expired on 20/02/2014;a lot of rituals are to be informed.The details of ritual will be shared by me at this forum within few days.Let me come out of this rituals aot have to be said on this.During these days I studied the Geeta and Garur Puran too,experience was eye opener.

Pashupatinath Shiv Temple,Kathmandu

Cluster of temples in the premises.

Rearward view of temple with a view of River.

Nandi infront of main temple.

Steps leading to main temple from riverside.

River BAGMATI in the rear of temple was totally dry and observed no flow.

BACK TO DELHI

It was an early morning of Monday around 03:30am when my mobile ranged up.it was my weekly off and a rare occasion when my mobile ranged up at such an hour.I was all set for the morning shift alarm of 05:00am to get ready for my shift duty.
I was afraid to listen some bad news at such an awkward hour as i hardly get call  during this period.I received the call with my shivering hand and it was true to my expectation that 1000miles away from here my mother at home town was very serious and lying recalling me to see me as early as possible.
It took me another two days to rush back to my home town where my mother was sick due severe weakness;probably she could not get proper required diet and attention during all these period.
While reaching home it took me another two to three days to manage all those requirement for my mother and arrangement for her proper meal.She became all normal by 9th days but then i had to leave my home town and my mother to join back my job at Delhi.
I get refreshed staying with my mother.I realized our parent do need us.My mother at this stage(at the age above 90 years)is so dependent on others that there is hardly any difference between her and a kid.
I was crying while parting from her but my workplace was calling me.My mother too while she recovered allowed me to proceed to my work place with a promise to visit her soon and frequently.
The moment when i was leaving her;she said my son there is no promise of next meeting but visit me as early & regularly as possible.I need you but your job too is very important.
I hope god will keep our promise and i will meet her on my next visit.....

The City Of Others

Long back in 1989,a young lad Kumar who arrived fresh from Kashmir after graduated from University of kashmir had a dream to be a successful entrepreneur.Prior to this he was associated with an automobile company in Ropar district of Terrorists torn state of Punjab.
An indiscriminate killings of labourers,one evening, in the premises of automobile company by unknown terrorists had shaken the confidence of most of the employees then at that company and many decided to leave the concern and search job somewhere else than the capital city of Punjab.

That is how Kumar also forced to leave that concern and his dream job of being associated with automobile production where he was becoming slowly and slowly professionally famous as Production engineer.

One morning he himself alongwith other friends was in The capital city of Delhi.Of course the city was not as crowded as today and had the population of around 70 lakhs .Most of the private job unlike today was grabed by the south indians.They had the image of simple,honest and hard workers.It was very easy to get a job and thereafter a shelter on rent.People from rest of India, especially from North,north east and eastern part were given least priority with regard to job and a residence on rent.

It took many years to change this mind set of Delhite affluent people and finally share of rest of the Indians in that pie increased to the extent that they were totally replaced today.
Struggle is the part of the life.Life too take a shape with those sweet and sour memory.No one must have complain with their life as it progressed and Kumar too find himself sometimes with the stream and sometimes against the stream in the life struggle and was moving slowly and slowly towards his goal.Soon he got an offer from India’s new aviation company and joined leaving behind the bad memory of Ropar and started searching shelter in Delhi.Soon he settled in heart of the city in INA colony.

It was a dream come true for a small town boy who finally got a job in the capital city of India.He feels proud of himself, back his hometown he had an image of a successful person.But the struggle does not end here.Big cities have their own problems.Everyday he has to travel more than 20 to 25 km by the city bus(DTC bus).It was really difficult to get into the DTC bus whose both fwd and rear doors bulging with hanging people by its door rod and nearby window.Soon he too find the way how to get into and even started enjoying the huge rush inside and sometimes the proximity of a young girl in that crowd.

There was always a chance to meet person of your choice if you are in the bus of a particular number at a specific time.Friendship develops with few as a frequent traveller of a DTC Bus but in the long way of the life they were finally forgotten and loose the track of them.City also increased manifolds in these 20 years.Once it seems sensitive,had emotions and recognises their residents become self centered,emotionless and even the next door residents is unaware of the happening to their neighbour.
He was happy to be in this city as he found as their home place similar to his small town.Small town has its own peculiarity of being very sensitive,you will be recognised in every part of the town wherever you go.People were concerned and recognises you.I find the same quality of Delhi till the end of 90s but soon changes were very fast,high rise buildings,change of mode of transportation from Cycle and motorcycle to a four Wheeler and so the attitude of people.The cost of life increases many times.Each member of the family started engaging oneself to earn to meet their both ends.Kumar was also not different.He also succeed in the life slowly and got what a common middle class dream to own.But in this process he found himself amongst the city of stones.No mercy ,no emotion,No recognition of one’s existence.Living his life as it is to be lived with.The progress and success in ones life is truley ones own,no one is there to recognise share and praise. One live or die who cares in this city.Everyone has its own problems,he is busy finding the solution.Each one has its own hypothetical pride and proud of his achievements though when he suffers in life and no one asked his whereabout ,he realises and analyses of so called success in the city of others.One spent more years of his life in this city than their own town but still struggle to being accepted in such mega city.Such cities never accept outsider and at the end you realises it is better to be back in your town amongst your own people.

I still cherish the memory of my neighbour where i stayed 20 years back,care and emotions exhibited by those in yesteryears.Running behind a fast moving DTC Bus to get into and the satisfaction after getting into the bus and so on.....

SECOND NIGHT OF NIGHT SHIFT

It was my second night of cold and windy night of 3^rd week of March when I found myself very difficult to climb down those 15 steps of aerobridges stairs of C31R at 02:32am.I sensed something abnormal for myself and immediately inform my SI about my deteriorating health and states that it seems that I will not be in a position to attend my morning duty.

Again after attending the arrival of aircraft 017 at 04:30am and then getting this aircraft ready for flight 879 at 07:05 I found myself totally tired meanwhile I got my reliever at 06:55am.

As usual after night shift I immediately fall asleep at home but this time I did not get up till 1900 hrs when my wife realizes something wrong. She forcibly tried to wake me up then I found that I was not in a position to walk also. During this period I had a conversation with one of my old friends who on phone might have realizes something wrong and rush back to my home around 20:30.He took me to Bensup Hospital, in spite of repetitive instruction to get me admit I asked to advise me medicine if possible. Finally I was not admitted and medicine was prescribed to me. I was back home by 22:30.

Due to cold I was diagnosed as a severe throat infection which was due being diabetic. My immunity level was very low. Any way medicine works but there was no energy left for me. I just could not get up for two consecutive days.

We all settle in this mega city as a unit family having wife and kids, if the head of the family fall sick, everything goes haywire. We all are dependent on our office colleague and friends.

I narrated this story to one of my group mate so that he should inform SI about my seriousness and do the needful. This was duly done and I did not receive any call from SI.

At 12:30 pm I got call from Man power planning asking yes, when are you joining? I replied not yet as I am unable to walk even. He replied that you have to report within two days otherwise you require all those certificates etc.

Back to my home town 1000miles away from here, listening to my status, my old mother (Above the age group of 90) fall sick cursing every moment to god why she is alive if his younger son is lying in bed.

Strange to our colleague and my friends, no one calls back to me and enquired about my status. Even the one who helped me to take me to the hospital never enquired my status of its own. Even engineers from my group did not bother to enquire. No call from SI.

We felt strange & alone in this mega city where billions of people are staying out of their own home town.

Finally I just happened to listen this songs from SAFAR

                  Tujhko chalna hoga,tujhko chalna hoga,

                  Jeevan kahin bhi thahrta nahi ha,Andhi se  toofan se darta nahi hai,

                  Tu na chalega to chal degi rahen,manzil ko tarsengi teri nigahe,

                  Tujhko chalna hoga 2

I got up and get ready to attend my 2^nd afternoon shift. Let us see what next.

Patience & Eradicating corruption

Not even a single party in India sincere for the bill which Anna and the rest common Indian are willing for. 64 years after the freedom, all the social problems are still here to stay while many other neighboring countries are much ahead of ours.

By now we have accustomed to live our life in this situation, tired of and left complaining. This has become a part of our life and we know now how to live with it.

Corruption and corrupt people have mingled in such a way that now it is difficult to segregate them. We ourselves forcing our people to get corrupt and he is no one other than our own brother/cousin so and so.

Lower cadre of employee who were supposed to be under LOKPAL BILL and to be followed the guidelines for the compliance of any job as per citizen charter and that needs patience. The patience is the nucleolus in eradicating corruption which Indians do not have. It is the impatience of ours which aggravate corruption.

We just can’t stand in a queue and keep leaning forward/backward or sideways. Immediately we will lose our patience and start searching short cut path to get our job done. The moment we are in queue we behave as if we are one of the busiest people in this world. Restless, BP shoots up within 15 minutes and touches upper band. We want our job to be done within no time and start getting ourselves involved in unfair means, searching people who can get their job done by hook or crook.

Is not it this impatience which has inspired these officials to indulge in doing job by unfair means? We are also corrupt as enforcing them to get one’s job done out of turn.

Group C & D employees are the very first step/chain of corruption which no one in the government really wants to break as the huge amount of money flows from lower to the top through these officials.

Government does not have the will power otherwise it was not difficult to achieve food, shelter and clothing after 64 years freedom. Most of the billionaire in the world reside in India and are Indian but still half of the Indians are struggling for the 2^nd meal in a day.

Why does it take 64 years to place a food security bill, Pension bill, LOKPAL Bill, Citizen Charter and whistle blower bill? Hopefully it is once again half hearted and may be Government again going to deceive commoner Indian as being reiterated by Sh Anna Hazare.

Apart from all these bills which may be placed in LS & RS; if not today may be tomorrow and passed also but it is we who have to learn to be patience, disciplined and courageous enough to not to inspire such act in future. It is important in eradicating corruption from our society.