વાહ રે! વરસાદનું ટીપું પડ્યું
લાગલું, મારી હથેળીને અડ્યું
હસ્તધૂનન થઈ ગયું, આકાશથી!
ખારે તટ, મીઠી રચીને અંજલિ
એક પગ ઉપર તપશ્ચર્યા કરે
નારિયેળીની જટાઓ ફરફરે
તું ને હું કહીએ, તો એવું ના બને
મોરલાની, ભાઈ, જુદી વાત છે!
બોલી ઊઠે, ‘ખૂલ જા સમ સમ’, અને…
બાપદાદાઓનાં જૂનાં ઝાડ છે?
ફોડ પાડ્યો, એ તમે સારું કર્યું
હું તો સમજેલો, ચીકુનાં ઝાડ છે!
‘કેમ પ્યારે, ઘાસ કેવું હોય છે?’
તીતીઘોડાને પૂછ્યું, તો એ કહે,
કે દીવાને-ખાસ જેવું હોય છે!
મોર જ્યારે જ્યારે પણ કરતો કળા
એટલું, બસ, પૂછવાનું થાય મન:
આ બધું તો ઠીક છે, પણ ઉડ્ડયન?
વાયરો સહી ના શક્યો ઘોંઘાટને
પંખીઓએ એનું ઓસડિયું કહ્યું,
‘આ લે, ટહુકાઓ લસોટી ચાટને!’
મ્હેક સરનામું કદી હોતી હશે?
એક ફૂલને પામવા મધુમક્ષિકા
કેટલાં ફૂલોનાં મોં જોતી હશે?
મારી સાથે પીપળો મારે શરત:
ફેંકવું હો, એ તું તારે ફેંકને!
એકીશ્વાસે ઝીલીને, ફેંકું પરત.
કાં તો સાંભળશે ને કાં તો બોલશે
આપને શ્રીમાન, પંખી શું કહે?
વૃક્ષની પાસે જ હૈયું ખોલશે
–કવિ શ્રી ઉદયન ઠક્કર,
Udayan believes that there are two types of poems. Our ears are tuned to those well-lubricated rendering of poetry which triggers our vocal chord into uttering… Wah !, the instant appreciation. We are used to orgasms on every couplets..That is fine, but there are some rich and serious poems, which can be understood and remembered in solitude of oneself..Udayan has amazing sense of humor, immense knowledge of world literature and is awfully frank about the dying language called Gujarati.
સૌજન્ય દીવાને-ખાસ જલસો
ABDUL KALAM’S LETTER ૨
Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements?
We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?
We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.
Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit.. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.
I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.
YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don’t work, the railways are a joke. The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.
Take a person on his way to Singapore . Give him a name – ‘YOURS’. Give him a face – ‘YOURS’. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don’t throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are.. You pay $5 (approx. Rs.. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity… In Singapore you don’t say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn’t dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai .. YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah.
YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs..650) a month to, ‘see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.’YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, ‘Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so’s son. Take your two bucks and get lost.’ YOU wouldn’t chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand ..
Why don’t YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo ? Why don’t YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston ???
We are still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground.
We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.
We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.
We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity. This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public.
When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? ‘It’s the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons’ rights to a dowry.’ So who’s going to change the system?
When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away.
Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.
Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one’s conscience too….. I am echoing J. F. Kennedy’s words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians…..