मुझे सत्यमेव जयते कार्यक्रम के फॉर्मेट से बेहद आपत्ति है. इस तरह के कार्यक्रम जटिल समस्यायों को सिर्फ समोसा -चटनी के सामान चटपटा बनाकर पेश करने का माध्यम बन गए है. इस से गम्भीर समस्या के और जटिल संस्करण उभर के आते है. आमिर टाइप के कलाकारो का क्या नुक्सान हुआ? कुछ नहीं: महँगी फीस बटोरो और तथाकथित जागरूक इंसान का अपने ऊपर ठप्पा लगवाकर चलते बनो और जा पहुचो देश की फिक्र करने किसी कोक-शोक की दूकान पर. ठेस और चोट उनको पहुचती है जिनकी संवेदनशीलता का भद्दा मजाक बनाकर इस तरह के कार्यक्रम सफलता के पायदान चढ़ते है. आमिर टाइप के लोग कलाकारी अगर बड़े परदे पर करे वही उनको शोभा देता है. गम्भीरता का पुतला बनने की कोशिश छोड़ दे. कम से कम आमिर टाइप के कलाकार ये कोशिश ना ही करे तो बेहतर होगा.
संवेदनशील मुद्दो की या देश की फिक्र करने के लिए इस देश में वास्तविक गम्भीर दिमागो की कोई कमी नहीं. फिर ये समझ से परे है कि दूरदर्शन जैसे सम्मानित सरकारी माध्यम क्यों इस तरह के सतही लोगो को गम्भीर मुद्दो पर विचार विमर्श करने के लिए बुलवाते है? एक बात और समझना बेहद जरूरी है: क्या गम्भीर समस्याओ को ग्लैमरस रूप देना जरूरी है? क्या यही एक सार्थक तरीका बचा है गम्भीर मुद्दो के साथ न्याय करने का? कुल मिला कर इस बात को महसूस करना बेहद जरूरी है कि अगर आप वाकई देश की फिक्र करते है तो उनका सम्मान करे जो सम्मान के योग्य है. इनको बुलाये और ये आपको बताएँगे कि किसी संवेदनशील मुद्दे पर क्या रूख रखना चाहिए. और अगर सही लोगो को बुलाकर चीज़ो को सही सन्दर्भ में समझने का धैर्य नहीं है तो कम से कम आमिर जैसे लोगो को बुलाकर गम्भीरता का मज़ाक ना बनवाये. इतना तो किया जा सकता है कि नहीं?
I am no party animal. On top of it, the streak of introversion often keeps me at a safe distance from mass gatherings of any type. So when my friends learned about a party from my side, the news generated a sense of disbelief among them. Anyway, the party did turn out to be a reality instead of becoming a figment of imagination. Well, let me tell my friends that I love their company a lot. Few moments spent in their company are some of the most cherished moments in life. After all, life is never kind enough to provide such blissful episodes at a regular interval.
I realize that nature takes just few seconds to shatter all your dreams, shatter the order of things, leading to revelation of shades which one could have hardly conceptualized in the chambers of mind. That’s why I feel one should not miss to be part of some happy moments with near and dear ones if there arises some occasion. That was one of the prime reasons as to why I came to organize this event. My friends treated the event as some sort of occasion organized to celebrate the professional success but the only reason, if they could believe, was to see them together at one place after a long time.
So instead of getting trapped in “to be, or to not to be” dilemma, I decided to make it a reality. One of the participants, who lives in my neighbourhood, Arun Prakash Srivastavaji, District Librarian at Deoria, suggested that restaurant named Bikanervala, situated in the heart of city, Civil Lines, would prove to be an ideal location for such an event. His advice turned out to be perfectly true. I must appreciate him that he not only offered meaningful suggestions but also ensured that party remained above any unpleasant incident. He remained fully involved in happenings at the party besides enjoying the good meal. He deserves special thanks on my part.
Anyway, some of my friends arrived right on appointed time instead of obeying the Indian rule of never arriving on time, especially at parties. I am a disciplinarian when it comes to event management. So I was too happy to see Sudhanshu Pandey, Advocate at Allahabad High Court, and Ashish Nigam, Advocate at Allahabad High Court, right on time. In fact, Sudhanshu covered a long distance to be on time, and that too, when I had informed him barely few hours back. So to see busy professionals making the presence felt on time really made me happy.
Since Asish was on time he found time enough to look at my recently published articles. I respect him for the fact that he really works hard to emerge as a good lawyer at a time when legal profession has been hijacked by blockheads. I remember he was one of the most serious students in our batch. It’s a matter of great satisfaction that he has retained that seriousness until now.
My namesake Arvind Kushwaha, who also happens to be qualified computer professional besides being a lawyer, happily decided to play the role of lensman at the party. The images which grace this post have been clicked by him and Ashish Nigam, who suggested some new angles to have better pictures. Arvind who never misses an opportunity to act as “Hanuman” for me in times of crisis is always seen in the company of Satyadhar Dubeyji, who besides being a lawyer plays several other roles with quite perfection. He is one of the few persons to offer most pragmatic advises in critical times- a reason why I am a frequent visitor to his home.
Few words about Sampanna Kumar “Sangharsha” and Pinto Jaiswal as well. They are the ones who became part of my life the moment I entered in Allahabad after a long stay in Lucknow. In fact, Pinto has been with me since Nursery days. I have shared with them some sweet and sour moments. It’s also a bare truth that both of them bear no resemblance at all to my approach towards life, the principles which form my life, the mannerism I advocate, and still, they happen to be part of my events. It’s mainly because I hate to avoid people who once shared the road with me and partially because nature sometimes dictate the course of events making you move with people diametrically opposite to your views. They also happen to be lawyers but Sangharsha, I must say, is a political lawyer, being more engaged in political activities, and Pintu, the shortcut lawyer at District Court, is always engaged in ensuring that laws do bring money whether or not they ensure justice. Avinash Srivastava, the lawyer flirting with spiritualism, and Rambabu, Advocate, remained silent for most of the time as their common friend Sangharsha’s nonstop chattering left little scope for others!
The sight of Rajesh Pandey, Advocate and Legal Correspondent for The Hindustan Times, at the party provided me great happiness. The get together was organized on working day but Rajeshji ensured that he arrives on time after day long tiring schedule at High Court’s Mediation Center, and later, finishing reporting task at The Hindustan Times office. He was my colleague for a brief period at The Hindustan Times office in Allahabad during my early days of journalism. I left the office soon but our friendship remained intact. He is extremely hard working and always running short of time. So he avoided the dinner and instead enjoyed the big glass of Lassi, which we enjoyed after the dinner but just the half glass since our tummies were already too full.
My parents had a good time with their granddaughters, who luckily did not throw any tantrums that day. Or else, they are genuine versions of naughtiness. They happily watched the sequence of events at Bikanervala in the company of his father and my parents. My brother and parents enjoyed the evening in an alien company which happy expressions on faces their clearly revealed.
The dinner was comprised of typical Indian food served at Indian parties like Dal Makhani, Paneer Curry, Pulaav, Raita, Paranthas, Sweet Dish and etc. Later we all enjoyed Lassi, which was very delicious but quite heavy weight one. I mean there was little space left inside the tummy to enjoy the big glass of Lassi prepared in special way with help of dry fruits.
The party ended on a happy note. It was a matter of great satisfaction for me since I came to share some good moments with my friends. Even in small city like Allahabad, the busy life of ours is not that kind enough to make friends see each other often. Obviously, a get together with close friends proves to be oxygen for relationships. This meeting with my friends shall stay in mind for a long time. As the time passes by, these are the moments which bring smile on our faces when we ever have a look in the olden days.
मै अगर कुछ कहता हूँ तो उसके आशय बहुत सारे निकल लिए जाते है. इसलिए मै कुछ कहने के बजाय अब तक मौन ही था इस सत्यमेव जयते तमाशे पर. अखरता बहुत है जब देखता हूँ भांड टाइप के लोगो को संवेदनशील विषयो पर बोलते हुए. उस पर भी ये और ज्यादा अखरता है कि जो मीडिया आलोचक की मुद्रा में आ जाता है जब कोई विशेषज्ञ इन विषयो पर अपनी राय प्रकट करता है आज इस सतही आयोजन को बहुत सराह रहा है गोया इसके पहले कभी किसी ने इन मुद्दों पर गौर ही ना किया हो?
मै अब भी कुछ नहीं कहता अगर मेरे पत्रकार मित्र आवेश तिवारीजी, एडिटर इन चीफ नेटवर्क सिक्स, के फेसबुक पेज पर मुझे ये शीबा असलम फहमी का लिखा हुआ सन्देश ना पढने को मिला होता. बिल्कुल ठीक प्रतिक्रिया दी है शीबा ने. मुझे सिर्फ इतना ही कहना है कि कम से कम सतही लोग संवेदनशील मसलो से अपने को दूर रखे क्योकि उनकी नीयत पे यकीन करना बिल्कुल असंभव काम है. आमिर एक अच्छे अभिनेता है लिहाज़ा फिल्मो पे ध्यान दे. गंभीर विषयो पे विचार विमर्श करने के लिए अभी इस देश में विद्वानों का अकाल नहीं पड़ा है जो हम डी के बोस टाइप के लोगो को गंभीरता से सुनने का प्रयास करे. ये काम मीडिया में फैले दलालनुमा पत्रकार करते रहे.
शीबा असलम फहमी ने ये कहा:
” बोस डी के, आमिर!
ये वही आमिर खान हैं ना जिन्होंने अपनी एक फ़िल्म में कामयाबी का मसाला डालने के लिए महिला जननांग को दी जानेवाली भद्दी गाली पर एक गाना बनाया और उस गाने को फ़िल्म की पब्लिसिटी में सबसे ज़्यादा इस्तेमाल किया था ? आमिर खान से मेरा सवाल है की कोई कैसे एक महिला का बाप या भई बनने की हिम्मत करे जब इसी कारण उसे गाली से नवाज़े जाने की संभावना बनती हो? आज वे 3 करोड़ प्रति एपिसोड की दर से नारी-चिंता में कामयाबी के झंडे गाड़ रहे हैं. महिलाओं के ज़रिये कामयाब होना है बस, ‘वैसे’ नहीं तो ‘ऐसे’! पहले गाली दे कर, अब गाली दी गई औरत पर ग्लीसरीन बहा कर! ताज्जुब ये की बड़े-बड़े पत्रकार और लेखक भी इस आमिर-गान में पीछे नहीं! बोस डी के, याद आया ! “
इस पर मधुकर पाण्डेय ने ये जोरदार टिप्पणी दी:
” अब मेरे ख्याल में इन्हें अगला एपिसोड उस विषय पर करना चाहिए जिसमें दो-दो तीन तीन बच्चे पैदा करने के बाद एक मर्द अपनी पत्नी को तलाक तलाक तलाक कह कर … उन्हें अंधेरों में भटकने को छोड़ देता है…. और किसी दूसरी औरत से शादी रचा लेता है…….
यह और कुछ नहीं बाजारवाद और राजनैतिक महत्वाकांक्षाओं (राज्य सभा ) का एक खेल है…..जिसमें भोली जनता बेवकूफ बनायीं जा रही है पर अब लोग ज्यादा मूर्ख नहीं बन सकते…..क्या आमिर खान कश्मीर से पलायन को विवश हुए कश्मीरी पंडितों की समस्याओं को भी इसी शिद्दत से उठायेंगे…क्या वे गोधरा की ट्रेन में मारे गए उन ५० से अधिक मृतकों के घर जाकर हाल चाल पूछेंगे….? सब माया है…सब बाज़ार है…
It’s indicative of dark age when righteousness gets marginalized and the glory of real people gets eclipsed by the gestures of fake people. It’s often too late when truth comes to make its presence felt. Often the picture is quite murkier when truth strikes its authority. Let’s realize that promotion of good values cannot take place if we have nothing substantial to offer people dealing in virtues. The customary gestures are not suffice to ensure the survival of good souls. How come people with bad reputation emerge as kingmaker while the people with clean reputation remain trapped in ironies of life as sufferers ? I am going to narrate two grim episodes which highlight this aspect.
The previous week I took short break from my writing, making myself get lost in the beauty of nature. The Ghats of Ganges, the long stretches of fields occupied with wheat crop ready to be harvested, the touch of cool wave flowing under the huge Peepal tree, the smiles of naughty village kids and the scent of green mangoes which fills inside the nostrils as we pass through the mango-laden branches are some of the fascinating scenes still moving inside the corridors of my mind. However, something unwanted happened which tainted the blissful episodes which occurred in short break.
Some kids who were playing on Ghat close to my place of stay in Chunar-my maternal grandmother’s town famous for its ancient fort built by Maharaja Vikrmaditya the King of Ujjain- somehow slipped into the deep waters of Ganges in an attempt to get hold of the cricket ball which had fallen in the river. It was noon time so the Ghat bore a deserted look. When three of them started crying for help once they found themselves trapped and started drowning it was obvious that their cries failed to evoke response. It was sheer luck that one person appeared on the scene and he dared to jump into the deep waters. He made his best efforts to save all the three kids but in the end all he could manage was to save one child from drowning. Two children went deep inside the waters becoming untraceable. When the news spread like wild fire, the Ghat was filled with sea of people in grip of sorrow. The administration acted in swift manner but all in vain. The high police officials and other senior officials were quick in making their presence felt but other than entering in face saving gestures they were no better than mute spectators.
They were supposed to arrive on the scene with proper net to locate the dead bodies. However, they arrived on the scene without any rescue material. They manged to find a fishing net but it was pretty insufficient to trace the dead bodies. Meanwhile, the evening came closer, making tracing of the bodies a remote possibility. The next day swollen dead bodies of the kids were found floating on the surface of the water. The print media like always reported this incident the way it does, mentioning the lackadaisical role of administration and gathered some interviews so that city section does not remain vacant!! Ironically, the dead bodies when reached to the mortuary, the doctors were found missing. The whole scenario is enough to suggest the role which government machinery comes to play in wake of a tragedy. It acts in same heartless manner the way it acted decades ago. We have new generation in the administration but call it design they prefer to act like their worn out predecessors. They find it safe to be coloured in deceptive traits of their previous officers.
Now let me state the actual reason which made me write this article. I didn’t write it to highlight poor administration which is something so commonplace in India. I was really hurt on noticing that man named Ram Bilas who saved life of one the children drowning did’t get any credit for this heroic gesture. What’s worse, he was accused by the relatives of the drowned children that he didn’t make proper efforts in saving life of other two kids. The reality was that this man made valiant efforts to save all the kids even as he found himself trapped in strong currents. One of the kids came to hold him so tightly that he himself started drowning. Meanwhile, the other two kids lost their grip amidst this dangerous struggle for survival. Both media and administration neither bothered to mention the role of Ram Bilas nor they seemed interested in offering him suitable reward. Is that’s the way to honour the saviour?
Look at the flow of money in IPL. Huge money is being distributed as prize money each day. However, we have no money to give to our real hero Ram Bilas who saved precious human life by putting at stake his own life. It really hurts that our real heroes on most occasions remain unsung heroes. And as I end this write-up I need to highlight another gross misrepresentation on part of media. One of the small scale factories operating in my locality caught fire. That made all the residents of my locality took all possible steps to control the fire. Someone promptly informed both fire brigade and police but like always they arrived when we had already nearly extinguished the fire. Media persons also arrived on the scene to click the perfect images. In fact, some of them were frustrated on not arriving on time to get sensational image of huge flames!!!
Anyway, next day the news items in this regard reported that fire brigade officials after battling with flames for few hours managed to extinguish it totally. The role of localites went altogether missing. Doesn’t it raise doubt about the credibility of media ? After this incident, it became very clear to me that media is far away from the truth in our times. It depicts what sells not what really matters. It’s not interested in truth but only crass sensationalism.