The Man is Back.

The Journalist speaks:

A landslide victory of development greeted Bihar today. Nitish Kumar, the incumbent CM of the state, has created an incredible history. The biggest ever victory in the hindi heartland. The era of Bihari pride is back. The Biharis are happy and welcomed Nitish Kumar whole heartedly again as their leader.

Addressing a press conference after they announced the gigantic 198/243 count, Nitish Kumar said, he is no magician, he believes in working hard. Shockingly, women voters outnumbered men voters in this result. He pointed out this fact and counted down the 3 sections of bihar, women, youth and the people standing down the ladder, obviously talking about the EBCs and mahadalits. This statement, I believe, has far more implications than seen, not only in Bihar but outside the boundaries of the state. He said that this one is the victory of the Bihari people and now, rests a bigger responsibility on his shoulders. He bluntly ignored all the questions of prime ministership and any such speculation. The man is focused to do some serious developments. He believes in taking the development train forward.

Nitish Kumar looked grounded and satisfied. He has been a serious man and today too, he emphasized that Bihar is no comic series or a poster to be laughed on. A 200 mandate can easily corrupt a political leader but Kumar talked earthly things. Though, in his press conference he talked in ‘I’ and ‘me’ proving all the allegations of his pro-presidential form of govt right. For somebody as humble and intellectual like him, a little arrogance of that sort is totally allowed. After all, it was a one man show in Bihar. Yet we just can not rule out the 89% strike rate of BJP. People of Bihar were out on the roads all through the day celebrating the victory of development and as they say, the Bismarck of Bihar. He had talked about getting ahead of the caste divide, the ratio of votes and this victory loudly speaks of this fact. This is an era of Bihari sub-nationalism. To hell with koiris and Kurmis and yadavs and bhumihars. They are just the Biharis, at once.

 

Victory

 

The Bihari Speaks:

I could not sleep the last night out of this anxiety of Poll results. No fun, this fear lied in the heart of every Bihari, fear of losing the development train. But, like Nitishji said, we won.

It was an immense pleasure to see the ever-increasing seats of the NDA alliance in the vote tally on my television set. Finally, towards 1220 hours I saw a jaw-dropping 200/243 count. It was almost like a festival in my home. People were calling and congratulating each other. I was relieved. I opened Facebook on my netbook and saw updates of friends and family. These were happy updates. Everyone wanted him to be back. And, he was back with a big Bang. A strange sense of protection touched me. My Chief Minister was back into power. I was eagerly waiting for his press conference which was scheduled to happen at 0200 hours. News channels were full of praises and analysis of the this mandate. Every thing was falling into the right place. I saw him appearing on my television set at 0200 hours. Quiet, calm and satisfied, he was my intellectual leader. I listened to him. He was hopeful and promised that he will be leading this development wave from the front like he did in the last 5 years. Can’t wait to see him again as the CM of Bihar.

Every bihari believes in him. He has given us the hope. He is the one who invoked the ‘bihari-asmita’, a forgotten phrase. Sir, we salute you and we will stand by you.

 

An alien thought just struck me. We need another Nitish Kumar, this time for India. No not the same man, he is Bihar’s own and no doubt the best CM throughout the country.

Quoting his line from the press conference. “राजनीति में प्रतिस्पर्धा अच्छी है, सवाल यह उठता है की ये प्रतिस्पर्धा कैसी हो? निश्चय ही विकास के मुद्दे पर हो.”

 

Now, what?

New hopes, carrying forward old developments, new jobs, industries, electricity… Oh! we have huge expectations from this government. And, why not! He talks about the same. A developed Bihar by 2015? It is a distant dream, that must come true.

 

 

The Fifth Dimension

No matter what happens, we always kiss life. In other words, life moves on with the road of time. It really does not matter how we perceive life. It always happens the way it has to happen and perhaps, in the best possible way. Even when it is not best for us, we accept it like that and move ahead. Then, at some point of time, we may realize that it was the best thing that could have happened or it happened because it had to.

Is it like that?

Today, while taking down the notes of paper IV, a strand of my hair fell off on the sheet of my notebook. I took it in my hand, stretched it to its full length and started staring at it. Thin, blackish, long and even. I brought it closer to my eyes. Everything except the hair faded. All I could see, was my hair. Then, I distanced it a bit. I could see my hair along with the things beyond it, my notebook and pen. I, then, ignored my hair and concentrated on other things kept on my table. The hair faded away from my vision. This is very normal. The focus of eye is adjusted according to the distance of the object to be seen. I was playing with my ability to see. I made three observations listed above and I wanted more.  I tried changing the distance of the hair again. Nothing special, the three observations got repeated.

 

The Balanced Vision

I tried moving around with the hair in my hand put near my eyes; the observations got repeated again. Then, I suspended the tiny strand of hair freely in the air, with one end in my left hand and moved it to and fro in simple harmonic motion vigorously. At the extreme left and extreme right positions, I could see my hair and at all the other positions it was a blurred image of every visible thing that my eyes could create. Things beyond my hair were obviously not clearly seen. I wondered how such a simple thing got unnoticed since the day 1 of my existence. Continuing with my experiment,  I then changed the positions, of mine and of the hair strand. I found nothing new.

May be I am stupid, but that’s how life works. The focus of our brain and heart gets adjusted according to the proximity of people and incidents that we come across. The more you go near, the clearer life becomes. It largely depends upon us that how much importance we give to things around us, to whom/what we allow to come near us and to what we choose to ignore. They all fade away, just because we don’t see them. But they do exist. When we take life for granted, life puts us at extreme situations and there perhaps, we learn to value it, to see it closely, to identify with it.

I feel, my vision is very limited. I could see only four dimensions of life, like the four unshakable directions. East, West, North, South. May be my ability to comprehend life is limited to these four ways. But that does not mean that there are no other dimensions. They sure are. Maybe someday my horizon will expand and I would be able to find the fifth dimension of my vision. After all, I am keen a learner.

A Fairy Tale

Cinderella stands on the seventh window of her room. The night looks beautiful, twinkling stars, the moon and him. He is in the sky, between stars and the moon, shining brilliantly. His sweet smile beams through the mist of the winter night making the moon jealous of him. His eyes sparkle more than the stars, every time she sees herself into them. She keeps on looking at him, so does he. The depth of his presence is dynamic. The book of his face has thousand words of praises. Thousand words and one lovely stare; their the world of love.

Cinderella wants to live her entire life there. But a fairy from a divine isle comes to sprinkle a little sleeping sand on her eyes. Cinderella draws the curtains of the window and comes back to her bed. She closes her eyes to fall into the ocean of dreams. All she sees is him. She smiles at herself and tries to sleep. The little fairy sat beside her eyes. Cinderella stealthily opened her eyes to check the presence of Agnes, the fairy. She was still there with handful of sand. She caught her.

Agnes: Little girl, you should sleep.

Cinderella: I want to sleep dear fairy, but he appears from nowhere whenever I close my eyes,

Agnes: Oh! Are you making stories to avoid sleep? Hurry girl, I have to reach to the queen.

Cinderella: No no, I swear on my God. I see him all the time. Believe me, he stays in the sky near the seventh window.

Agnes: Absurd!

Cinderella: Come with me, I will show you. But, dear fairy, I am afraid, you will start liking him.

Agnes: Is he that sweet?

Cinderella: Yes, he is. Sweeter than anything sweet on the earth.

Agnes: On the earth? What about the heavens?

Cinderella: Heaven falls right  here when he looks at me. His eyes twinkle more than the stars. His smile, to the right, shines more than the moon. His fair face catch my gaze. His lovely talks hold my breath. His presence mesmerizes me. I feel so complete with him.

Agnes: Foolish girl. That’s your imagination. Such a being does not exist.

Cinderella: Oh he does! He talks to me every night. I told you fairy, he stays near the seventh window. I can show you but you will have to promise that you would not see him the way I do.

Agnes: Holy jesus! I can not like him!! You are a foolish girl.

Cinderella: Then promise me.

Agnes: Whatever. I promise.

Cinderella takes Agnes to the seventh window of her room draws the curtain. He appears in the sky, elegant as ever. Agnes looks at him spellbound.

Agnes: Holy Jesus! He is sweet!

Cinderella: (nods) yes, and he is mine.

Agnes: Why is he looking at you without a break?

Cinderella: (smiles) Because he loves me.

Agnes: Absurd!

Cinderella: Not at all fairy, he loves me. Look into his eyes, you will find me.

Agnes: Holy Jesus! It is you!

Cinderella: I told you. He has stolen my sleep today. That is why your sand isn’t working.

Agnes: Enough! I will make you sleep. He can’t defeat me!

Both go to the bed. Fairy puts the sleeping sand in Cinderella’s eyes. Cinderella closes her eyes for few moments. 2 hours pass and then she wakes up again.

Cinderella: Agnes! Oh Fairy! I can’t sleep. He appeared again.

Agnes: What?! Absurd!

Cinderella: No no, I swear on my God. He appeared again.

Agnes: Foolish girl. Go to the seventh window and find him for yourself. I need to go to the queen.

Cinderella: Oh! That’s so sweet of you dear Agnes.

Agnes: But promise me you would sleep tomorrow.

Cinderella: Yes yes, I would, surely.

Cinderella rushes to her window as soon as the fairy leaves. She finds him again. She stands near the seventh window all night to embrace him. Morning slowly comes and she falls asleep there. Agnes looks at her from the heaven and says: Foolish girl!

An Eternal Desire

He rushed into his car. The chilly winter night had stopped the traffic. He wanted to hurry. But, the fog was not letting him do so. He closed his eyes and saw her; her pretty face yearning for him. He looked the scene from his window. Winter looked beautiful as she appeared into the haze. He wanted to reach to her. The cold was chilling his heart. The slow moving lights in the foggy night glittered like her smile.  He raced down the street to see his beloved.

…………….

Wait

The candles flickered as the winter breeze rushed into her room. Her face glowed in the momentary flash of light, seizing the darkness of the pretty night. She was lost in his thoughts, smiling gently. The warmth of her passionate thoughts conquered the cold night every time the curtains blew high to make her shiver.

…………….

The winter failed to daunt the tiny sparks, of the numerous candles and of the affectionate two. Far from each other, yet connected through thoughts. Love persisted in the cold world or, the cold world drew them together. The lovely night was yet to see the passion.

……………..

The shooting stars were occasionally visible through the miasma of the hazy night; one moving towards the farther other one. The sound of the wind-chime hung at the gate of balcony swayed into her ears as he gently crept in.  Her eyes lit up. She smiled and turned about in a reflex, to find him just behind her…  so close.. just like the intimacy of the heart and the heartbeat. She looked at him. The sculpted dream of  godliness absorbed her in his arms. He smiled at her. She hugged him tightly. The wait had finally ended.  The happiness of being together was pouring through. The closeness of hearts was increasing every passing second. The touch, the smile, the hypnotized eyes. White faced doves, the epitome of love. The threads of wall saw the two vines entwined, lovingly.

 

 

The Eternal Desire.

The couple sat between candles to cherish the moment of sweetness. The time faded away, the music played as the winter became warm and the breezes took them higher. Lost in each other, they lived every flash of the beautiful time. He laughed in her and she smiled in him. Too much with each other, they forgot the cold world. And, the cold world smiled at them, for they were the sole ones, living an eternal desire.