“The Discovery of India by Jawaharlal Nehru”

“The Discovery of India by Jawaharlal Nehru”

 

In start it seems this book is written by a poet not by politician. The style of writing is very poetical that makes this book very delightful and pleasant reading, it captivates the reader from the very beginning and mesmerizes with its delicate diction, very few writers have this Anglo-Indian quality of English writing. In beginning his poetical nature mentions the appearance of crescent moon. When he is brought to Ahmadnagar fort prison with his other learned companions, ever since moon becomes his acquaintance, friend and companion and a metaphor of many colors of life, love, death and the resurrection of hope!

He tells us how he declined the invitation by two dictators that he was against fascism and Nazism like many Indians, and he was democratic soul. It is no wonder to see the leaders of past were highly learned, bookworms and voracious readers by themselves, be it was ZAB, Winston Churchill, G.M.Syed, Moulana Abul Kalam Azad and many others like them. This is why Jawaharlal Nehru quotes many authors in his book giving references from their books tell us about his earnest love for books and reading. He talks like a politician (that he was), poet, philosopher and intellectual.

Though he sees religion as a set of some principles but still he looks at himself as a godless person, and about science and technology he tells us though science and technology are leaping at fast pace but yet vague and uncertain. He never found attraction for mysticism, metaphysics and spiritualism and philosophy, for him they were very hard to understand and vague in their nature. He found Marxism and Leninism better but he was not that type of the leftist soul, he just liked intellectual aspects of everything.

He was ashamed of poverty-stricken India, and reason he tells is that lack of technology which enabled western countries to dominate other countries and modern technology made them militarily strong and Asia was far behind at that time. He thinks middle class though a part of colonial structure was less active for freedom but it was countryside folks, masses from smaller towns, villages who stood and fought for freedom of India. He laments that if there was a crushed class in India before partition it was peasant class.

He not only owns praises but also relates the Indus valley civilization with India which is stretched from Sindh to Punjab, (but now this civilization is reduced to only Sindhis. We have marginalized the Indus civilization. Today we do not know any Indian knows about this civilization and calls it his/her civilization so is the case of many Pakistanis). Nehruji tells us that he visited Mohen Jo Daro twice and laments the lack of funds which would cause harm to its preservation.

He sheds light on Indian philosophy though not in detail, (it is noteworthy that few portions of original text has been cut out in this edition so it is quite possible such details must be erased from the this book) that is not the philosophy of negation but rather abstention to life based on Buddhism and other religions, and he tells how Aryan brought Vedanta philosophy to mother India.

He mentions in detail about caste system in India somewhat with same historical account we have read in our textual books, that how Aryan came, conquered and divided and ruled. The functionality, practices and how important it was to social life of India. The caste system was opposed by many, there have been movements and efforts in past to negate this system and bring reforms but still it grew strongly in India, reformists criticized it yet it progressed somehow. Though Buddhism never adopted caste system and it vanished away slowly from India so was the influence of caste system in India.

Then he talks about Upanishads. To him Upanishad is a bouquet of all colorful beautiful flowers. Its text is religious and nonreligious same time, scientific, metaphysical, spiritual and human. He find Upanishads very moving, magical and heart touching, its text and content is near to Islamic Sufi threads , giving freedom to human mind to question and yet raises many questions philosophically. Reading his views and what he has quoted from Upanishads is so curious and thoughtful that one would be fond of getting and reading Upanishads at first hand.

He tells us the cultural riches of India, north India, ancient, civilized, culturally, socially and economically rich past of whole India. The Mauryan Empire, art, drama, theatre or nataka, mathematics and numerals.

Then enters the East India company, how it grabbed the power gradually and became master of India and maintained their imperialism. The ICS and coming of viceroys their attitude with Indians, introducing the railway system and others were for exploitation of Indian resources. The East India company was more a corporation serving British landlords and ruling class at the caste of Indians and he tells cricket even a sport was teamed up on racial basis so were the clubs and other amenities.

Nehruji laments how Britishers disrupted with their so called policies the village community life which was highly organized, autonomous and powerful, functioning on its own, the new policies affected the socio-economic life of villagers and left them poverty-stricken.

He tells us education or western knowledge spread very slowly at individual level, government was against it and created obstacles, colonial powers disliked the idea of educating natives, but later circumstances made them compelled and gradually education grew.

He expresses his opinion about Indian personalities and reformists, Bengal and its early learned people who adopted English system and got English education and later formed reforming movements which influenced majority of people. Bengal was under control of British from the time of Plassey battle than the other provinces or parts of India, so Bengalese accepted the English rulers influence and also got many favors.

He mentions Gandhi, Raja Ram Mohan Roy, Sir Syed Ahmed Khan, Abul Kalam Azad and their views with regard to new reformist movements within India and out of India, especially movements in Muslim countries, the most talked about, “Khilafat Tahreek”. Then line and action of thought of Muslim league, National Congress and their outlook.

Giving his clear viewpoint on World War II and the stance of congress party, he criticizes Imperialist British and sympathizes with the countries victims of war. He laments how imperialist powers used Indian as mercenaries in war zones without respecting the opinion of Congress and Indian people. Then there were groups who were supporting Britain but the mass of people was against this policy. He talks about foreign policy adopted by Congress, contrary to today’s Indian attitude and policies, Nehru’s, “The discovery of India” is full of praise for China and shows great sympathy for China and its people.

 

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”وہ تین دن”

کہانی

رضاگلاب سومرو

”وہ تین دن”

وہ گرمی میں شل چلتا جا رہا تھا۔آج اس نےچندفارن کرنسی کےنوٹ تبدیل کرائےتھے، یہ  رہےسہےچندنوٹ ہی بچےتھےاس کےپاس جواب اس کوسنبھال سنبھال کراستعمال کرنےتھے۔اسےیقین تھاکہ وہ  ایک دو مہینےاس تھوڑی سی رقم سےنکال ہی دیگا پرآگےکیا ہوگا، یہی ایک سوال اس کوپریشان کیئےجا رہا تھا، آگےمیرامولاہے، وہ خودسےکہتا اوردہراتا جاتا۔ ایک یہی خیال اس کوجیون کی امیددلاتا تھا۔

وہ بولٹن مارکیٹ سےبیچوں بیچ  گلیوں سےہوتا ہوا  آگےجامع کلاتھ مارکیٹ کی طرف چلتا جا رہا تھا۔ انہیں یادآیا کئی سال پہلےوہ ان ہی سڑکوں سےسول ہسپتال پیدل جاتا تھا جب وہ ایک  این جی او میں جاب کرتا تھا، تنگ گلیاں، ہندؤں کےچھوڑےہوئےپرنےمکانات، ماڑیاں، قریب قریب اردو بازارسب اسےاچھےلگتےتھےماسوائےبےہنگم ٹریفک اورلوگوں کےہجوم۔ وہ اب جامع کلاتھ مارکیٹ کےنزدیک پہنچ چکا تھا ، وہ سوچ رہا تھا وہ کبھی بھی سڑک کے اس پارنہیں گیا تھا جہاں اندرکوئی مسجدتھی یا کسی بزرگ کی مزار۔ سڑک کی اس پارچند گل فروشوں کی چھوٹیں دکانیں بھی تھی اوروہاں سےاندرکی طرف کسی بزرگ کی مزار، وہ ایک گلفروش سےشاپرمیں پھولوں کی پتیاں خریدکراندرداخل ہوگیا، باہرسکیورٹی پرمامورایک شخص نےاس کی جھڑتی لی پھراندرجانےکی اجازت دیدی۔ یہ ایک خوبصورت عمارت تھی مزاراور ساتھ میں مسجد بھی تھی اندراسے بڑی دیگیں بھی دکھائی دیں جو یقیناً لنگرکےلئےاستعمال ہوتی ہوں گی۔

مزارکےاندر کچھ تعمیراتی کام بھی ہورہا تھا۔ مزارکی دیواروں پرقرآن مجید اوراحادیث کےکلمات لکھےہوئےتھے، اندرگنبدکی چھت اللہ تعالٰی کےتمام صفاتی ناموں سے مزین تھی جیسا کہ تقریباً ہرخدا کےولی کی مزارکےگنبدکی چھت اللہ تعالیٰ کےصفاتی ناموں سےآراستہ ہوتی ہیں۔ اس کویادآیا سیوہن شریف حضرت لال شہبازقلندرکی مزاربھی کتنی دلکش تھی اورمقبرےکےاندرچھت خدا ذوالجلال و الاکرام کے ناموں سے تزئین تھی۔ اندر اس بلندسفیدگنبدسےخدا کا ایک نورتھا جوآسمانوں کی وسعتوں سےچھن چھن کراس کےپورےوجودکومہکا رہا تھا۔ رنگ ومستی کی کا سمندرتھا، کیف وسرورکی عجیب سی کیفیت تھی کہ اس کےوجودکوتاروں تارلیئےجا رہی تھی کہ اچانک قلندرکےفقیروں کےبانگ و  بلند نعروں نےاس کےوجودکوجگا دیا۔ علی علی علی علی علی علی یآ علی، نعرےحیدری یآعلی، جئےسخی لال شہبازقلندرسیہوانی لال سدآ جئے۔

خیالات وتصورات کی دنیا اس کوحضرت قطب عالم شاہ بخاری کی مزارسےحضرت قلندرلال شہباز کےروضہ مبارک کےاندرلےآئی تھی، خدا کےولیوں کی شان کتنی نرالی ہے!!

اس نےحضرت قطب عالم شاہ بخاری کی مزارپر فاتح پڑھی اورایک کونےمیں بیٹھ گیا۔ لیکن اس کویاد آگیا جب وہ مزارکی اندرداخل ہورہا تھا تو  ایک بزرگ شخص ایک طرف اکیلے بیٹھےہوئےحمدو صلوات پڑھ رہا تھا،  پڑھ کیا رہا تھا وہ ایک سرمستی کی کیفیت میں، ایک عاشق کی طرح اپنےمحبوب کوراضی کرنےکےلئے، منانےکےلئےمحبت ومنت کی پرسوز صدائیں لگائےجا رہا تھا۔ وہ اچانک کونےسےاٹھا اورباہربابا کےسامنےدوزانوبیٹھ کردعاکےلئےہاتھ پھیلانےلگا۔ بابا جی آنکھیں بندکئےدعائیں مانگ رہا تھا، بابا جی کی جیسےہی آنکھ کھلی تواس نےدعاکےلئےعرض کردی۔ بابا جی مسکرایا پھرآنکھیں بندکئےدعا میں مشغول ہوگیا۔ بابا جی اچانک اٹھا اس کی پیٹھ تھام کےکہا جاؤ تمھارا کام ہوگیا۔ زیادہ دیرنہیں کم از کم تین دن کےاندرتمھیں خوش خبری مل جائےگی۔ اس نے فرط جذبات سے بابا جی کا ہاتھ چوما اور دیکھا کہ کچھ ہی دیرمیں بابا جی وہاں سے گم ہوگیا۔

وہ رات دیرتک لیٹےسوچ رہا تھا۔۔۔۔۔۔کیا یہ بابا جی سچ کہتےہیں۔۔۔۔وہ کشف وکرامات کی دنیا میں کیسےجھانک لیتےہیں۔۔۔۔۔وہ خود بھی تو اسی جہان کا متلاشی تھا۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔اب اس کوان تین دنوں کا انتظارتھا۔۔۔!!

 

” مصیبت زدہ عورت”

کہانی

رضا گلاب سومرو

” مصیبت زدہ عورت”

جب دل میں ویرانی ہوتی ہےتومیں ویرانیوں کی طرف نکل جاتا ہوں۔ تلاش اپنی ہوتی ہےیاکسی اورکی میں اسی جستجومیں بہت دورنکل جاتاہوں۔ کہتےہیں رونےسےانسان پاک ہوجاتاہے۔ آج تمہیں روتےدیکھاایسالگاکہ اک دوشِ محبت دہل گیا۔ ویسےبھی کچھ فاصلےکم نہ تھےجب ہم ملےتھے، وصل کی مسافتیں تب بھی طویل تھیں اورہم تب بھی اکیلےہی تھے۔ تم میرےساتھ تھی یہ محظ اک دہوکاتھاپریہ دہوکامجھےاچھالگتا تھا، اب جب تم جانےلگی ہوتوایسالگتاہےزندگی کی حقیقتیں کتنی کڑوی ہوتی ہیں۔

مجھےاب بھی یادہےسندبادمیں اپنی پہلی اورآخری ملاقات، جب ہم دوراک کونےمیں سنگی بینچ پربیٹھےتھے۔ کتنی پیاری سی کتنی مدہم سی ہواچل رہی تھی اورچاندبھی اس سمےنیلےامبرپرنکل آیاتھا۔ تم بہت کم بول رہی تھی اوربس مجھےتکےجارہی تھی۔ اک عجیب ساخمارتمہاری آنکھوں میں امڈآیاتھا، اک عجیب سانشہ اک عجیب سی کیفیت، مجھےڈرلگ رہاتھاکہ تم کہیں بیہوش نہ ہوجاؤ۔ تم خاموش تھی پرتمہاری آنکھیں تمھاری زندگی کی روئدادسنائےجارہی تھیں۔ وہ بیس بائیس سال جوتم نےجبرمیں گذارےتھےاوروہ عتاب اب بھی کچھ کم نہ ہواتھا۔ ہرنئی صبح تمہاری ذلتیں برداشت کرتے،گالیاں سنتے، جھگڑتےگذرتی تھی۔

شادی کےچندمہینوں کےدوران ہی تم پریہ آشکارہوچکاتھا کہ وہ کسی ذہنی بیماری کا شکارہے، وہ  ڈپریشن میں آکرتم سےلڑتاتھا، تمہیں اذیت میں مبتلاکرتاتھا اورتمھارےچھوٹوں بچوں کوبھی مارتاتھا۔ تم نےبڑا عرصہ ان کوڈاکٹروں، دعاکرنےوالوں کےپاس لےلےجاکرعلاج کراتی تھی پرمرض تھا کہ بڑھتاگیا، اب تم اس کےچاربچوں کی ماں تھی اورتم انہیں حرامی کی نسل کھ کربلاتی تھی، شایدغصےمیں۔

تم جس گھرانےمیں پیدا ہوئی تھی وہاں انکارنہیں کیاجاتا، ہاں میں ہاں کرنی ہوتی ہے، والدین کی رضاکےساتھ راضی ہونا ہوتاہے۔ پراب جب زمانہ بیت گیاتوتم اپنی ماں سےلڑتی ہو، شکوہ شکایت کرتی ہوکہ کس مخبوط العقل شخص سےتمہارا بیاہ کرایا اورتم ناکردہ گناہوں کی سزا بھگت رہی ہو۔

زندگی کی طویل مصیبتیں جھیل کراب تم تھک چکی تھی، اک بیماری ختم نہیں ہوتی تھی تودوسری شروع ہوجاتی تھی، اب تم اپنےہی امراض کا فائیل ہاتھ میں لےکرہسپتالوں کےچکرکاٹتی تھی، دہکےکھاتی تھی اوراپنےآپ ہی روتی تھی، تمہیں پتہ نہیں تھا زندگی تمہیں جس دہلیزپےلےکےآئی تھی اس کے آگےکیاہوگا۔

تکلیف دہ زندگی  کی اس طویل روئداد اورتھکن کےبعدبھی تم اس رات کتنی خوش تھی کتنی پرمسرت اورکتنی خوبصورت۔ تم صرف مسکراتی تھی اورمیری بےتکی باتوں کوسنتی تھی۔  تم کہتی تھی اب تم بہت خوش ہو، میری باتیں اب تمہارےزخموں پرمرہم کاکام کرتی ہیں۔ اب تم بھی خیالوں میں گم ہوجاتی ہواب تم بھی گنگناتی ہواور محبت کےگیت گاتی ہوپراک خوف سا اب بھی تمہیں ہوتاہےکہ ہم محظ دہوکا تو نہیں ہیں، صرف اک خیال اوروہم تونہیں ہیں۔

میں اس مبارک رات اوررحمت کےان چندلمحوں کواب بھی یادکرکےمحسورہوتاہوں۔ یاد ہےجب چاندآہستہ آہستہ چل کرافق پرہمارےاوپرآکےرک گیاتھا اوراپنی مدہم سی چاندنی چارسوپھیلارہاتھا، تم باربارڈرکی ماری اپنا جارجھٹی آنچل جس پربہت سےرنگبرنگی ستاےجڑےہوئےتھےاپنےچہرےپرلارہی تھی۔ تم شرمیلی سےایسےبیٹھےہوئی تھی جیسےعروسی جوڑےمیں نئی نویلی دلہن گھونگھٹ لئےہوئےمتنرم آنکھوں اورہونٹوں پےحیاکی مسکراہٹ لئےہوئےاپنی نئی زندگی کےنئےخواب سجائےہوئے۔

میں اچانک اپنےخیالوں سےباہرنکل آیاتھاجب تم نےاپنابازوبڑھاکراپناہاتھ میری آنکھوں کےسامنےلاکرجنبش سےہلایاتھااورمجھ سےپوچھاتھا، ”میں کن خیالوں میں گم ہوگیا”

میں نے بناسوچےسمجھےکھ دیاتھا، ” اس مصیبت زدہ عورت کےخیالوں میں جوایک مخبوط العقل شخص کی بیوی ہے، چاربچوں کی ماں ہےجنھیں وہ حرامی کی نسل کھ کرپکارتی ہےاوراب اپنی ہی بیماریوں کی فائیل لئےہوئےہسپتالوں کےچکرکاٹتی ہے اورمجھ پی ہی مرتی ہے”۔

امرجليل، چينو ۽ آمريڪا بهادر

امرجليل، چينو ۽ آمريڪا بهادر

مون کي عجيب لڳندوآهي دنياجي ڪنهن به ليکڪ ياشاعرکي ڪنهن ٻي دنياجي ليکڪ ياشاعرسان ڀيٽڻ پراسان وٽ اهڙا انيڪ مثال موجود آهن. ڪيترن ئي مغربي ليکڪن مشرق جي تمام وڏن عالمن، شاعرن ۽ ليکڪن تي نه صرف لکيوآهي پرانهن جي شخصي ۽ علمي ڪمن جوتقابلي جائزوپڻ ورتوآهي.

امرجليل ڀلي سنڌجوخليل جبران نه هجي يا هواردوجي ليکڪا قرت العين حيدرجي ويدانتي فلسفي جهڙي تحريرجومالڪ نه هجي، پرهن جون تحريرون، هن جا لفظ، هن جا جملا۽ هن جا خيال اڄ به گھايل آهن. هواڄ به سعادت حسن منٽووانگرچڙيل آهي ننڍي کنڊ جي نام نهاد مذهبي ورهاڱي تي. امرجليل اڄ به امرتاپريتم جي نظمن جودردکڻي گھمندوآهي، هواڄ به سنڌ جي هندن جي زبردستي لڏپلاڻ ۽ خوشونت سنگھ وانگرپنجاب جي سکن ۽ مسلمانن جي هجرت تي رنج ۽ ظلم جا داستان لکندي مزاح، تنقيد ۽ تاريخ جي سياسي درستگي تي ڇتاڪالم لکندڙآهي.

هن جون تحريرون ۽ ڪهاڻيون عالمي ادب جي ڪنهن به ليکڪ سان ڪلهوڪلهي ۾ ملائي سگهن ٿيون پرهوذاتي طرح اهڙي شهرت ۽ ڀيٽا جوبکيونه رهيوآهي. هواڄ به ايڪاسي سالن جوننڍڙوٻارآهي ٻارکي جيئن به وڻندوآهي هوکيل تماشا ڪندووتندوآهي هوبه ٻاروانگرپنهنجي مرضي جومالڪ آهي هوپاڻ ڪڏهن به وڏونه ٿي سگھيو، پرهن جون ڪهاڻيون، هن جاڪردار، هن جا ليک ۽ هن جون ڪٿائون تمام گهڻيون وڏيون ٿي چڪيون آهن. هواڄ به سنڌ ۾ گهڻوپڙهيوويندڙليکڪ آهي چئي سگهجي ٿوته هوجديد سنڌي ادب جوامام آهي.

سرد جنگ کان پوءِ جڏهن نئين عالمي نظام جون ڳالهيوڻ ٿيڻ لڳيون ته ان نظام جي باري ۾ گهڻوڪجهه لکيوويو. ان جي اطلاق ۽ بعد جي نتيجن ۽ عالمي اثرن تي هڪ تفصيلي بحث ڪيوويو، ان نظام جوپهريون کاڄ خليج جي جنگ جي صورت ۾ ظاهرٿيوتوڙي جواهونظريوتمام پراڻوهئوپرنوي جي ڏهاڪي ۾ هڪ دفعوٻيهرڪرکڻندڙ هن نظام جوصرف هڪڙوئي مقصدهوته صرف آمريڪا بهادرئي هن سڄي سنسارجولٺ سردارهوندو. سوويت يونين ته اڳ ئي داخلي معاملن جوشڪارٿي چڪو هو. هاڻ هڪ يوني پولردنيا هئي ۽ اڪيلوسپرپاورآمريڪا هو.

نوي جي ڏهاڪي کان وٺي هينئرتائين وچ مشرق سک جوساهه نه کنيوآهي. هزارين انسانن جي خونريزي جي باوجود مصيبتن، مشڪلاتن ۽ بلائن جوازدها اڃا به ڪرکنيوبيٺوآهي. مصيبتن واري گهڻ منهئين بلا (Hydra) کي ختم ڪرڻ لاءِ رستم پهلوان (Hercules) پيدا ئي نه ٿيوآهي. هينئرٽرمپ پنهنجي رناٽي طبعيت ۽ چالاڪين سان سعودي عرب ۽ ايران کي جنگ جي ڌٻڻ ۾ ڦاسائڻ جي ڪوشش ڪري رهيوآهي ته گڏوگڏ هوافغانستان جي بکيڙي ۾پاڪستان ۽ انڊيا کي به هڪلي رهيوآهي. يعني، ويڙهائڻ لاءِ آمريڪا کي گهڻا ئي خالي ميدان مليل آهن بس واري واري سان جت طبل وڄندوات خون و ڪشت جوميدان گرم ٿيندو.

مهينوٻه اڳ جڏهن ٽرمپ سعودي عرب جي دعوت تي رياض اسهيو، هن مزي مزي جي روايتي عربي کاڌن جومزو ورتو، هٿ ۾ تلوارجهلي عرب شهزادن سان گڏ روايتي ناچ نچندي، لڏڪا ۽ لمڪا ڏيندي اربين ڊالرن جي جنگي سازوسامان ۽ هٿيارن جامعاهدا ڪري آمريڪا پهتوته مون کي امرجليل جي هڪ ڪهاڻي، ”چينو” ياد اچي وئي. چينوجيڪوعمر۾ ننڍوبه هوندوآهي ته قد۾ به، پرهوپنهنجي قد ۽ وت کان وڏا سوال ڪري وٺندوآهي. چينوپنهنجي وڏي ڀاءُ کان پڇي وٺندوآهي، ”ادا، ويٽنام جي جنگ جي ڪري آمريڪا جاجنگي سامان ٺاهيندڙڪارخانا ڏينهن رات هلنداهئا لکين ماڻهن انهن ڪارخانن ۾ڪم ڪنداهئا لکين گھراڻا انهن ڪارخانن جي آڌارتي آباد هئا. هينئرجوجنگ ختم ٿي آهي ته لازمي طرح جنگي سامان ٺاهيندڙڪارخانا به بند ٿي ويندا، بيروزگاري وڌندي، آمريڪا ان بحران کي ڪيئن منهن ڏيندو”؟

چينوجهڙا گهڻا ننڍڙي، بندري قد وارا اسان جي معاشري ۾ موجود هوندا آهن هووڏا سوال به ڪري وٺندا آهن ۽ وڏا جواب به ڏيڻ ڄاڻيندا آهن پراڳلي جويا ته پاڻي ڪڇيندا آهن يا اندرجي لڇ پڇ هنن کي اهڙن سوالن تي آماده ڪندي آهي. چينوسمجهي ويندوآهي ته سندس وڏوڀاءُ جواب لنوائي ويندو، سوپنهنجي ئي جواب جوپاڻ جواب ڏئي وٺندوآهي ۽ چوندوآهي ته، ”ادا خير، مان ٿوجواب ٻڌايان ءِ، مان سمجهان ٿو، آمريڪا پنهنجا جنگي ڪارخانا هلائڻ لاءِ برصغيريا وچ مشرق ۾ جنگ جي باهه جا ڀڙڪائيندو”. چينوجي چاليهه پنجاهه سال پراڻي پيشنگوئي۽ مشاهدي تي اچرج اچي ٿو. اڄ آمريڪا بهادرجا جنگي سامان ٺاهيندڙ ڪارخانا ڏينهن رات هلي رهيا آهن، وچ مشرق هينئربه ٻري رهيوآهي، هندستان، پاڪستان ۽ افغانستان جي وڏي جنگ لاءِ اڃا به ميدان خالي آهي صرف طبل وڄڻ جي ديرآهي

(رضاگلاب سومرو)

Dream..!

Dream..!

 

I saw a dream

At the uppermost ranks of Paradise

Seated Blacks and were contended

Not a richest of the richest in this world

Was of equal bounty and could be contested

They are the rulers in celestial kingdom

 

Reclining on bolsters they said

We born as slaves and died slaves

Utilized, used and exploited

Our white masters possessed

Right to kick, kill, drill and drag

We were the loathsome pieces of meat

Food and fodder for animals

 

What a wrath brings a color to a race

We blacks sons of Adam and Eve

Don’t despise the whites

 

We regret oh our brethren the fate awaiting you

We the blacks forgive you all the atrocities

You left on the face of humanity

 

You know we are blacks and slaves

We are not to decide what to reattribute and reward

But our Master, our Lord, the Lord of the universe would decide

The “Perpetual Punishment” and “The Bottomless Perdition”

 

We understood this in the life

And you in the life hereafter..!

 

(Raza Gulab Soomro)

 

 

 

 

 

The Idiot

The Idiot

The book was first published in 1869, followed by number of editions; Bantam Dell a publishing house brought it 3rd time in 2005. The Idiot by Dostoevsky is work of fiction.

In my school days there was often talk of Russian literature, also French and Greek myth quoted frequently by comrades in their every talk, speech and heated discussions. I can recollect few names often I heard in their conversation, Pushkin, Chekhov, Dostoevsky, Leo Tolstoy, Roseau, Voltaire, Emile Zola and many many other giants, but less was mention of English literature, English writers  more were just part of school books than the mostly, widely discussed books in study circles of political organization.

So the all those mostly discussed names were leaving inspiration on my tiny mind and increasing the curiosity and a keen interest in me to grab the books of these writers from anyone, anywhere I must come across but being a extremely shy and reticent person I was more at home than with people outside to socialize.

But it was poetical and political nature of elder brothers who were somehow active, social and part of political parties; they brought with them few books from time to time when there was any political event or function in our hometown or at other city.

So I grow with the books, mature, romantic, rebellious and revolutionary. We had mixed kind of books, political, social and religious. We had books in Sindhi, Urdu, and English. I read, “V.I. Lenin, the story of his life by Maria Prilezhayeva”, and Russian fiction books in Sindhi, they were all very good books. I vowed I would one day buy all these books and read them.

So let’s come on The Idiot, a book gifted by a friend to read. Honestly speaking to me The Idiot is equally interesting and boring tale of events stuffed with too many characters unnecessarily. The books shed light on Russian society, a crumbling society passing through odd and absurd changes.

BUT it also saw some reforms through a Tsar period, a period of repression, cruelty, greed and exploitation, debauchery, deception and stressed society. Whole society was falling down socially, morally; everyone is scheming against everyone, a corrupt society on the verge of collapse. Wealth is all; commoners are slave to rich, wealthy, landlords and moneylenders. When Tsar II abolishes the serfdom then the farmers and labor class see a little bit freedom and society pace slowly to changes but still a dumbfounded society know not which way to go and at crossroads.

The idiot is either a story less book or has many stories to tell. A story of prince Myshkin protagonist, story of Nastasya Filippovna beloved lady between rivals, the Epanchins, Totsky and many characters, so this book can’t be labeled any of fiction genres, a suspense, crime, thriller, tragedy, historical or  work of romance.

This novel gives you insight to complex topics of human thought and characters jump into discussions on life and death. The concept or the existence of God has always been a subject of dialogue throughout history. What is this life all about, where shall it end? The secret of death and feelings of human body when it does leave? Is religion necessary for mankind and essence of its application; does it save man from crime and wrongs? And loving a woman more out of pity and sympathy than her physical beauty or sexuality mainly?

The protagonist prince Myshkin is hero of this novel. He is epileptic and invalid, he loves people in Christian way, and he is ideal and thinks a man can change himself and can get rid of all human vices, can attain the highest intellect and wisdom if he follows the principles of Jesus Christ. Contrary people think of prince Myshkin and his ideas absurd, ludicrous and laughable. They call him idiot and he too calls himself idiot at some places but really he is an idiot? No, not at all, there’s a history of holy fools in Russian orthodox Christianity, they were people with pure heart and soul like we have Sufis and Darwaishs who do not conform to the norms of society and go their own way and behave differently from the hierarchy and they think only love and peace can harmonize the society based on moral principles not in exoteric but esoteric way of religion.

It seems the protagonist Myshkin was actually a voice of Dostoevsky himself, who through his characters criticize society and moneylenders and deviants. He is hypercritical of nihilists, atheists, liberals and even socialists. He doesn’t spare Catholic Church and its doctrine. His character think only a patriotic and nationalist man can be true Russian rest are enemies. This tells that prince Myshkin is not a democratic soul itself and suspects the activities of socialists and criticize liberals.

This novel tells when money is accumulated in handful hands it deprives the larger section of society, man becomes pawn into hands of moneylenders and a vicious cycle never ends for commoners. One can find very interesting when Dostoevsky peels off very complex layers of human nature. A good thing about this novel is that Dostoevsky analysis the background of events and his characters almost in start of every chapter. One might be bored reading this novel and can leave it in a half way not because this is a worthless book but his characters are very windy, verbose and talk in vain. This kills the beauty of a great work.

(Raza Gulab Soomro)

 

 

 

نظم

کسی ظالم نےچھینا ہےتجھ کومجھ سے

تم میری ہومحبت اے دل جاناں دل سے

چمکتےخوب ہیں ستارےسورج چاندبھی

ماندپڑجائیں جب پھوٹےنور تیرےدل سے

سن لیتاہوں تیری آہ وفغاں اوردرد دل بھی

تڑپ جاتا ہوں میں بھی جوتوکہےدل سے

وہ بیٹھتی ہےٹہنی پر غم کی صدا لےکر

داستان رنج والم سناتی ہےکوئل دل سے

(رضاگلاب سومرو)

Why Polio Virus is endemic in Pakistan

 

Pakistan who says is not among the developed countries, when it comes to corruption, loot, plunder, crimes and killings we are more ahead of most developed countries and regions in the world.

We have no time to provide clean drinking water to the masses, as it is the job of underdeveloped countries to provide such luxuries. We don’t want to have qualitative educational and health institutes as it doesn’t suit our own standards. We don’t want to fight many diseases of many types; if Poliomyelitis has been eliminated from the face of earth, so what, we have our own diseases to fight.

We want to fight those who are fighting against Poliomyelitis. This is the biggest and largest filth we have in our minds, and it seems to eradicate the Poliomyelitis is only the job of government and few health institutes and dedicated workers who have sacrificed their lives for this great cause and rest it looks like it is none other’s business to support this critical cause, to come out and be helping hand in this essential task, mainly media and Molivis. Media and Molivis’ role can do a great service to our religion and humanity at great level regarding this.

The role of Parhi Likhi (Literate) media in this connection is very deplorable and condemnable. we have more marriage/wedding programs in the morning shows daily but hardly we see such programs even once in a month or in months which require our attention and are of great importance to this cause. Contrary we have seen such reports that show a child died of getting polio drops, such news are reported often in print and electronic media and these news stories cause great harm to polio drive in the country and their effect is felt more in Pakhtun /tribal and refugee dominated areas which are already critical to handle.

Media is like flammable fire it catches and spreads the negative news (fire) more easily than the positive one. And question is very critical that why we see, read every other day the cases of expiry of kids reported being died after having the polio drops?

Though such news could not be true at all but it might not be false too. There might be something wrong? Otherwise why such incidents are occurring and reported in the media?

This is a challenge and same time responsibility of health bodies/taskforces who are working for polio drive. These bodies, government and other institutes must come together to take this issue seriously and should come with clear solution to this once and for all. As reporting of such cases have damaged the efforts of polio workers, doctors, teams who are working very hard day and night to eradicate the roots of this long lasting disease which already has been removed almost 70 percent from the parts of the earth. We should remember Pakistan is one of the three countries in the world categorized, “Endemic” by the Global Polio Eradication Initiative (GPEI)

Though this looks very difficult task but it is possible once we take the rational and realistic measures and approach to this matter. I have a good experience of such issues being a past research worker in projects at Aga Khan University. I am an eye-witness to polio teams working in Pakhtun and Afghan refugees dominated areas and can share what I stumble upon from time to time to see such situations. I feel it’s important to share my views as following.

Before I go to suggest some important points which I believe would be useful to this cause, let’s see the two scenarios of Polio Teams on the ground.

(1)

Al-Asif Square is mostly Pakhtun and Afghan refugees populated area in Karachi. This is a stark truth that working in Pakhtun and Afghan refugee areas is an upheaval task, working in such areas is not so easy and really a risk taking job. These areas require our serious attention and interest with intervention and involvement of local people to work for this cause. Otherwise the goal of eradication of polio from Pakistan will remain only a dream to dream.

What I saw one day in Al-Asif Square? Sitting on stairs of the 4th floor outside a flat, a female worker was filling in a sheet form but with false entries, and another female worker who looked senior was advising her co-worker do it as I am advising you, otherwise they (officers) will enquire us why we did leave this unfilled, unregistered, write the kids have been given drops orally too in the next column. When people would keep on refusing and workers would keep on tampering data, we would have great number of missed children and this will hamper the efforts, we will be starting from zero point again and again.

Now, one wonders why this compelled team workers to enter the false data?

Reason:

Being an ex worker at AKU with research teams, I have noticed often our workers bring false data from the field but the seniors don’t bother to check it the way it should be checked. They just rely on whatever a worker is fetching is all true and accurate.

We don’t realize how people get annoyed and complain when a research worker/data collector knock on their doors with volley of repetitious questionnaires and taking their time with pesky questions regarding household, incomes, medical history and other socio-economic related data.  Moreover when you request and take their lab samples, lecture them on this and that, then follow-ups and same cycle of same activities annoy people to such extent that sometimes we see the cases of violence and abuses hurled at teams. Such episodes lead a worker to fill in the questionnaire with false or same data and this happens more often in such cases when a worker present a true picture of the event or incident in weekly or monthly meetings. Rather he should be listened carefully, sympathetically and must be provided support and guidance how to handle participants or subjects in the field, contrary he/she is either reprimanded or pressurized to such level by his/her seniors/boss that he becomes compel to do what others do every day.

(2)

Another time a group of senior and junior workers including doctors were in same area, knocking doors and pleading people please bring you children for polio drops to take. But people were refusing or saying when a doctor (referring probably to the GPS, doctors or quacks in their area where they frequently go for treatment) would ask us to do this otherwise we won’t. A doctor with team was asking a woman I am the doctor, and see we have cold boxes to keep polio vaccines safe so please bring your child to administer him polio drops, but no avail.

Suggestions:

  1. Now when Islamic scholars have declared that polio vaccine is safe and halal all over the world, so this is not enough that few religious scholars are appearing in television advertisements requesting people to get your children immunized, they should come out of their cozy environment and must visit their neighborhoods, preach for this in Jumma sermons with great emphasis and advise the local mosque and maddressah Molivis and administration to go door to door with Polio Teams, ask people to cooperate with the teams and get their children vaccinated to fight this crippling disease and menace which has been cleared off from the most parts of the earth except few countries like ours.

 

  1. Media must play a positive role for this critical health issue, run advertisement free of costs for this cause during prime time hours, must show some programs at least 3 or 4 times in a week. Media should also avoid such false news which are badly impacting the thinking of masses and creating misconception. This is highly negative impact it does not only affect the efforts of government and health institutes but create lot of trouble for polio workers who go to filed site.

 

  1. Our seniors/doctors/coordinators who are just working in offices and they think they are giving a powerful presentation with PowerPoint in office is doing a great job. This is a less important job they are doing in their offices, they should go out in the field and meet people directly and know on hands what they are actually lacking regarding no response from masses. A better communication should be maintained with media persons/groups and media must be provided with facts regarding polio vaccines safety and their usage as there is lot of misconception among masses and media can play an important in this perspective.

 

  1. Wages of workers should be increased who are taking risk, this will not only enhance their work ability but they would also complete their job sincerely. Security must be provided to teams specially working in High Risk Areas.

 

  1. Data collectors/Polio workers should be recruited from the concerned areas who know the langue spoken in the area; this will be more useful to achieve the targeted goal.

 

  1. The best and realistic approach to this problem is to involve the local community, people, GPS, quacks, union staffs of apartments, Molivis of local mosques and other notables of community will be a great assistance to accomplish this entire project smoothly without their continuous engagement this drive won’t be successful.

چلو اک بار پھر سے اجنبی بن جائیں ہم دونوں     

وہ رات دیرگئےتک یونہی کروٹیں بدلتا رہا اور سوچتا رہا، زندگی جیسےاک تلخی سی بن کررہ گئی تھی، کردہ اورناکردہ گناہوں کی سزا۔ وہ سوچ رہا تھا  وہ شاعرتونہیں تھا پرآج کل وہ نظمیں لکھنےلگا تھا، پرکئی دنوں سےوہ کوئی نظم نہیں لکھ پایا تھا۔ جیسےکوئی وحی سی آنا  بندہوگئی ہو، اس کےذہن میں اچانک ایک جملہ کوندا، ”چلواک بارپھرسےاجنبی بن جائیں ہم دونوں” اب نظم لکھ لیگا، پروہ تھوڑی دیرکےلیےرک گیا، اسےلگا یہ جملہ اس نےپہلےکہیں پڑھاہے، سناہے یا خودہی لکھا ہوگا۔لیکن اب تویہ جملہ اس کا اپنا تھا جلدی سےپرایاکیسےہوگیا اورپرایا تھا توشایدکئی سال پہلےکسی نےچرایا ہوگا۔

کئی سال پہلےیونیورسٹی میں تعلیم کےدوران جام شورو ریلوےاسٹیشن پروہ ٹکٹ لےکرگاؤں کےطرف جانےوالی ٹرین کا انتظارکررہا تھا تواچانک اس کی نظرساحرلدھیانوی کی کتاب، ”تلخیاں” پرپڑگئی تھی۔ وہ  سنگی بینچ سےاٹھ کراب سامنےآگیا تھا اورکسی اجنبی سےکہ رہا تھا، ”کیا میں یہ کتاب دیکھ سکتا ہوں”۔  اس اجنبی چہرےنےاک نظراٹھاکردیکھا اورمسکراکرکہا، ”جی خوب دیکھ لیجیئے”۔ کتاب کےاوراق پلٹنےکےبعداس کی نظراک نظم پرآکےرک گئی تھی۔

”خوبصورت موڑ”

چلو اک بار پھر سے اجنبی بن جائیں ہم دونوں

نہ میں تم سے کوئی امید رکھوں دل نوازی کی

نہ تم میری طرف دیکھو غلط انداز نظروں سے

نہ میرے دل کی دھڑکن لڑکھڑائے میری باتوں سے

نہ ظاہر ہو تمہاری کشمکش کا راز نظروں سے

تمہیں بھی کوئی الجھن روکتی ہے پیش قدمی سے

مجھے بھی لوگ کہتے ہیں کہ یہ جلوے پرائے ہیں

مرے ہمراہ بھی رسوائیاں ہیں میرے ماضی کی

تمہارے ساتھ بھی گزری ہوئی راتوں کے سائے ہیں

تعارف روگ بن جائے تو ا س کا بھولنا بہتر

تعلق بوجھ بن جائے تو اس کا توڑنا اچھا

وہ افسانہ جسے انجام تک لانا ناممکن ہو

اسے ایک خوبصورت موڑ دیکر چھوڑنا اچھا

چلو اک بار پھر سے اجنبی بن جائیں ہم دونوں

ساحر لدھیانوی

اسےیادآگیا اس سےپہلےوہ امرتاپریتم کی، ”رسیدی ٹکٹ” پڑھ چکا تھا۔ جس میں امروز اورساحرکی باتیں سورج اورسائےکی طرح چھائی ہوئی تھیں، ساحرجوامرتاپریتم کی تحریروں میں زندہ تھا  پران کی زندگی کاحصہ نہ بن سکا ان کا جیون ساتھی امروزتھا اورساحرکی چاہت  ہمیشھ ان کےسینےمیں اک نشترکی طرح چبھتی رہی اوروہ ہمیشھ کےلئےاک دن اس کےلئےاجنبی بن گیا۔

آج رات وہ بھی کروٹ بدل کرسوچ رہا تھا کاش وہ بھی کوئی، ”خوبصورت موڑ” جیسی نظم لکھ سکے، زندگی کوکوئی خوبصورت موڑدےسکےاورپھرسےاجنبی بن جائے۔۔!!

(رضا گلاب سومرو)

​“Refugees and the attitude of Twittya”  

We have left behind the 2016; almost 16 years have been passed of 21st century, still more wars, more bloodshed, more violence, more crisis, more poverty, more cruelty, more corruption, more criminalization, more loot more plunder.

What the past year left for us having all these vices was the phenomenal crisis of refugees behind the ancient exoduses recorded in history. How wars create havoc…!!
By and large all exoduses are linked to religious hegemony and all manmade, very few natural. Homelessness, displacements, slavery and makeshift settlements for mass migration of human beings, this is 21st century.
It is estimated that only the refugees of Syrian civil war surrounded between 50, 00000 to 60, 00000 in recent human history and most of them received by European countries rather than Muslim ones. At macro level a muslim is enemy of another muslim, and at micro level we distribute this blame down to imperialists, colonial powers, Europeans, Americans and then, there are ours too, Sunnis and Shiites and hundreds of sects, sub sects, camps and wings, box within a box, Pandora’s Box.
Americans came for Afghans we got Afghan refugee crisis and Russians went for Syria, Syrian crisis. When bulls fight bushes have to be trampled and crushed. What wars leave for us with the entire thinkable and the unthinkable crisis, vicious cycles?
Vicious cycles of xenophobia, hatred, self-created patriotism and racial intolerance against refugees.
It is no wonder Pakistan hosts around three million Afghan refugees and there is no less number of hosts at social media sites who are xenophobic, hatemongers, so-called patriot who all belong to self proclaimed Baghariat Brigade, they don’t waste a moment to malign the Afghan refugees from time to time and no less worse is our government which extends date from date for refugee to stay or leave? In such dilemma those are the refugees who go through all the trials and tribulations of worst of kind one can possibly think of.
What brought the Sunday (January 15, 2017) Dawn Newspaper to its front page, “KP prosecution data gives lie to claims against Afghan Refugees”
The story revealed that between the 2014 to 2016, total 11,685 cases were registered and out of these only 134 involved Afghan refugees, the cases involved 23,007 accused, of which only 300 were Afghan refugees. Now one wonders who tops at crimes. Pakistanis or Afghan refugees?
I very passionately request all those Twittya who uses Twittistan for their Baghariat Brigade must read this story and wash their minds off and should know Pakistan is responsible country which abides and respects the international law simultaneously; Afghan refugees are living here under the UNHCR’s mandate.
It is also obligatory for a responsible state to protect the rights of refugees and pay a respectful way for the repatriation of refugees.