Monday, 13 February 2017

Pundit Kanthea Kak And Gaffar Sabh

1960 and thereafter Pundit Kanthea Kak was residing at Safakadal Crossing until 1990. He was grandfather of the children of his four sons and head of the joint family consisting of more than two dozen mouths. The hearth used to be live from dawn to dusk. The family was most disciplined one with respect for elders. The Head was master of clean habits clad in neat and clean white toned ‘pushmina pheran’, snow-white turban, snow-white overall cotton cover, snow-white ‘chudidhar’ pajama. He and his eldest son aged mid sixties were petition writers. Lalea as we the youngsters used to call Pundit Kanthea Kak had mastered Shariat law, IPC and RPC. He was capable of quoting and referring the act meticulously at verbatim. His calligraphy was like a print. Impressed by his calligraphy and methodology, I once asked him about his academic qualification. I was surprised to know that he was a third primary school drop out.
Lalea a brilliant student in his class was in third standard when the English alphabet was introduced in the valley schools. The Pundit purohits and Maulvis declared that anybody writing or learning the English alphabet will get distanced from their respective religions. Lalea preferred to skip his schooling rather than to get distanced from his religion.

M Dass Public School Kanikadal started on 5th March 1973. It was a period of ‘Aes-Senghea’ when no Kashmiri Pundit would admit his ward in a school, when marriages don’t take place, when no auspicious function is performed. Er.Chaman Lal Hashia requested me to reserve admission for three children  from his family. I assured him admission after the inauspicious period was over. One day in the midst of inauspicious period Chaman Lal entered into my office hurriedly, filled in three admission forms and admitted his wards in the class with all the fervour needed for fresh entrants for school education.
I said to Er.Hashia: “Why did you admit them in the midst of the inauspicious period of ‘aes-senghea’?”
He said: “I saw the children of the priest who cautioned me of the aes-senghea period already admitted in the school. When I asked him the reason for not observing auspicious and inauspicious period, he told me that there is no inauspicious period for acquiring education. It was a hurdle to overtake others who kept them backward in all walks of life.”
The fatwa against female education pronounced by Mufti Bashir-ul-Din Sahib reminded me of the episode concerning Gaffar Sabh and Shaban Sabh.
Gaffar Sabh and Shabhan Sabh were colleagues in a High School. Daughters of both Rozy and Daizy respectively (Names changed) passed 8th class. Daizy the daughter of Shaban Sabh stood first in the district. Shahban Sabh consulted his colleague for the subjects his daughter should opt in IX class. His friend cum colleague convinced his friend that higher education was not advisable for girls. It was better to marry them and be free from responsibility. So Daizy despite her meritorious academic record was married to her mediocre cousin. Gaffar Sabh and Shaban Sabh soon parted on account of their new postings. During a gap of seven years one moved from school to school in the north and the other in the south of the valley. Both lost contact with each other. In the meantime Shahban Sabh became grandfather of a number of grand children.
One day, Shaban Sabh called at his friend Gaffar Sabh. Soon his daughter Rozy returned from her college with a white apron on her arm. She wished aslam ve alaikum to her high school teacher Shaban Sahibthe the colleague cum friend of her father. Shahban Sahib reciprocated. It was a big shock to Shaban Sab to know that Rozy was a third-year student at Medical College Srinagar and his brilliant daughter Daizy a shattered children producing machine. It was too late to mend.
Gaffar Sab was a controversial character. He usually used to give sermons on do’s and donot’s.  One of the sermons was for using ‘burqa’ and covering of head by Muslim girls with sari. One day he was on the road and his daughter without burqa and naked head was coming from the opposite direction. One Muslim boy nearby pretended and said with all obnoxious words: “Know not which devil’s daughter this brazen faced Muslim girl with naked head is marching like a man?”
In villages, rustic villagers go to their Peer Sahib for giving name to their new born baby. He names them as Sulea; Gulea; Nurea; Zunea ….etc. while he names his own as Peerzada Ishtiaq Ahmmad; Peerzada Shafaqat Ahmmad, Peerzada Amin Shah Sahib…. I have seen people in the village calling their family members as ‘ Oh Sulea kharev ho’ and in response he says “Ho zuntea kunee ho” Though neither is ‘khoer or koen’.

Professor Shahmiri, once as Director Women Education held a mass meeting of female teachers at Sheri Kashmir Park. She almost beat her forehead with remorse and cried: “Kashmiri Pundit lady if enters into department as middle pass acquires post-graduation qualification while in service and retires from a gazetted cadre and you Muslim lady teachers if enter Middle pass, you retire as middle pass.
If the advice to keep women at home and not to give them education is adhered to, it will be a colossal loss to the community. It will push them towards backwardness and a miserable life of poverty. Educated mother is a great divine gift to the whole family. Dr.Sir Syed Khan owes his stature to his mother.
Brijdass chu venan lasiv te basiv.


Tuesday, 31 January 2017

Kashmir Issue

Kashmir issue is directly proportional to have and have-nots. My age group until mid seventies has seen the days of utter scarcity and poverty. Within the Municipal limits rice was rationed by the State Government. The rationed supply was too little to suffice for the month. Movement of rice from villages to the city was banned. Many people working on the Silk Factory muster roll used to pass on their empty utensil to their colleague from the area beyond the municipal limit Rambagh. Next day the utensil filled with cooked rice was exchanged with an empty utensil. Movement of cooked rice was not a banned item. The then Revenue Minister Mirza Mohammad Afzal Beig suggested people to eat boiled potatoes or puddy of maiz (mukaie vath) in place of rice. For a few months wheat and maize were issued to supplement the ration. 
I shudder the days when in mid fifties I used to deposit my ration card at the ration ghat in pitch dark wintry months of frozen roads early in the morning at 4 AM. By the arrival time of the ghat munshi, a number of piles of ration cards would pile up. Lucky ones would get their turn and the rest were kept in the custody of one of the trusted ones for the next day. Some time paddy was issued and some time the rotten imported American rice. In case of paddy, we the school going children had to miss the school and spread the paddy on our grass woven mats called putujie/vaguve by the roadside to dry it under the sun. By dusk the coolie from the rice mill would come and take it to the mill of our choice for its milling. 
9th August, 1953, the then Prime Minister of J&K State Sheikh Mohammad Abdullah was replaced by Bakhshi Ghulam Mohammad. Supporters of the ousted Prime Minister came on roads. It was protest by a sea of people against the change. The same evening the new Prime Minister in his address to people announced enough ration for many additional mouths. He said:”ze shoungive te trai vuthiv, butea gav mianie zimea(Sleep two and get up three. Food to the additional mouths is my responsibility). Next day the protestors changed their sides. 1975 on his resumption of charge as Chief Minister of J&K State, the erstwhile Prime Minister said: “adhi roti khaiany ghay sir nahee jukaiany ghay. Aur jatay jatay apnay parivar kay liyay puree roti chod ker ghuiay. 
Evidently, during the days of scarcity, peace and tranquility were food centric and dawn to dusk we were busy to manage for avenues to fight for livelihood. 1988 winter, snow all around in chill cold a pavement businessman had connected two handcarts together with the top of one to give shelter in between the two to roast hazel nuts. My daughter said: “Why he works in such chill cold under such circumstances?” I said: “Otherwise his furnace will not be live for evening meal”.
Our salaries were not matching with the salaries of the Central Government. 1961 I got my salary @Rs 96/PM in the pay scale of 60-5-100 as a government teacher and the next year as upper division clerk in AG’s Office my salary was about Rs 400. 1975 salaries were in hundreds. I used to supplement my needs by doing tuitions. Most of my colleagues would start borrowing money from the Nazir (Accountant) just by the end of second week. Second choice after the Nazir was B K Dass. One day one of my colleagues cursed three of his sons for all the three had passed their examination. He said that if one of them would have failed, he would continue with the set of books for the next year too.
Immediately thereafter the Central Government took the liability of the State employees. Now despite hartal for months together, eyes are on the Seventh Pay Commission.
Imported rice that was supplied in the valley was @4 annas(Rs0.25)/Kg and the same rice at Jammu was @ Rs.1.50/Kg. It was a strange anomaly. Besides, at Jammu the supply per head was not at par what it was in the valley. We used to smuggle our stored ration back to Jammu in bed holdall. To my good luck, once my classmate retired SP the then sub-inspector Police Krishan Lal Tandon at Lower Munda Check post let me go with the heavy holdall carrying rice instead of bedding. It was nothing short of “To carry coals to Newcastle (Ultay bans Barelle ko” 
Thanks to the benevolence of the Central Government. Now unlike yesteryears, we need not to strive for our livelihood. We have enough to engage imported labour for our paddy fields, orchards, replace our barbers, masons, carpenters and other artisans from Bihar,Uttar Pradesh, Madhya Pradesh, Rajasthan and other states of India. Pampered child generally gets spoiled and idle brain is said to be the devil’s workshop.
Free time we spend on roads either for stone pelting or to dance to the tune ‘alea te vanguen’or to implement different calendars.

Friday, 23 December 2016

Catastrophe-Enlargement of Heart & Large Hearted

It is not always that a catastrophe be detrimental. Each Ice Age gave birth to highly evolved species. Relatively bad days give us the know-how to differentiate between the sincere and the insincere ones, bad and good, evil and virtuous. Personally I experienced that one ceased to be the same person among one's own relations and family members as one was back home. Adversity opened our eyes.
8th November 2016 at 11 in the night while on way to Chandigarh, the driver of the bus and one of his crew members forced me to disembark the bus en route somewhere in Samba. My pleading did not work. Even my request to drop me at some place where I could get another bus was not conceded. May be to avoid any risk, no bus thereafter responded to my signal. At such occasions I don't succumb to the circumstances. It was total dark and jungle around but a petrol pump nearby was a solace. I entered into chat with my sincere bosom friend Maha Ganesh in my pocket. He stands by my side in sun and shower. I apologized for my folly and begged for mercy. By this time petrol pump keepers became friendly with me. One among many readily seized the opportunity to help the one in need. He and his companion gave their introduction. The captain on the wheel was Ram Paul and his companion was Ravi Kumar. Ram Paul said that his wife is sarpunch and throughout Samba, he is known as Tufan Singh. Tufan Singh is ferrying passengers from DC office stand to Railway Station Samba in his cab. Ravi Kumar is dealing with vegetables at the local Subzi Mandi.
I followed their instructions and boarded the cab. I was told that next morning he would get me boarded in the bus for Chandigarh. Tufan Singh took me to his home, a one-room compartment. His wife the sarpunch along with her children were in sleep on a lone bed. Guest and Tufan Singh too had to share the same bed. Instantly, Ravi Kumar came with a proposal. Tufan Singh accepted the proposal and I was taken to Ravi Kumar’s house nearby. It had a number of bedrooms and I was given a choice. Mothers of the two stalwarts are sisters. My plea that I had my packed dinner with me was out rightly rejected by Mrs. Ravi Kumar and within a few minutes she served me with a delicious dinner. Tufan Singh left for his home with instructions that he gets up at 5 in the morning and leaves for his job at 6.
9th November morning, I got up at 5, took a bath, performed the usual pooja and by 6 I was ready for departure. Mrs. Ravi Kumar packed three ‘muli parontha for my breakfast. My packed dinner was served to cow in the shed. 6 AM Tufan Singh came and took me along with to the bus stand and made me comfortable in the bus for Chandigarh.
In his book ‘Letters from Father to Daughter’ Pundit Jawahir Lal Nehru delivers lessons on different topics to his daughter. In one of the letters he writes:” This universe is an open book”. He starts his lesson on aggradations and degradation from a speck of sand nearby in the courtyard. The speck was in the past a part of a rock atop a mountain. Weathering broke it into tiny specs. Rivers carried it, polished and transported it to your courtyard. At its source, it was degradation and at its final destination, it was aggradations.
I changed my mind to lodge a complaint against the erring driver. I feel rather indebted to him for otherwise I could not discover large hearted families headed by Tufan Singh and Ravi Kumar.
One of my wealthiest friends lives in an Ashram. One day he asked me for a night stay. I promised him my stay on some other day. When I phoned him that I was coming to him for the night stay he said no, the only extra bed available to him was already occupied by one of his cousins. I pitied his pitiable condition and asked our common friend as to why he does not live with his son at Chandigarh. The friend said that his business gives him a monthly income in lacs. Why should he close his business and go to Chandigarh?
I came to the conclusion that wealth more than needed may cause enlargement of heart and the wealthiest people like Tufan Singh and Ravi Kumar despite modest plenty are large hearted.

Thursday, 1 December 2016

"Troops alert to prevent attacks" says Inspector General of Border Security Vikas Chandra.

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"Troops alert to prevent attacks" says Inspector General of Border Security Vikas Chandra.
"Troops alert to prevent attacks" says Inspector General of Border Security Vikas Chandra. Today the Ist December, 2016 I boarded the public transport matador for Jewel Chowk. An old man without any tooth in his denture in jet grey hair paid fare of Rs. 5 for Mini Market. The conductor asked him twice for his destination. The old man said:"I told you twice for Mini Market and you seem to be sleepy. Better for you is to take retirement from your active services and join BSF, the most suitable for nappers." Another passenger seconded the old man and said:"BSF and Army gives a lot of relief to the electronic and the print media with stereo type news for months together on 'homage to the martyrs, mourning of the family members, mourning of the widow, orphans saluting the coffin etc. They seem to have the News already recorded and have to change the date, name and rank and the village of the martyr and the place of ambush." Another passenger said:" But we have no alternative but to believe the ever misfit Home Minister Raj Nath Singh, whose stereo type statement to the Indian Public is that they need not to worry, borders are well guarded by the alert forces." Another passenger said:" It gives material to Rahul Gandhi to express his honour for the security forces." Another passenger said:" Militants have read the pulse of our security forces. Being Jihadis they are teetotalers and they attack mostly at dawn when the victims, they expect are under the influence of hangover." All these passengers seemed to be hurt due to regular casualties of our Jawans. Jai Hind, Jai Jawan, Jai Kisan
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