Sunday, 19 April 2020

A problem of tongues, A crisis of spirit

A few months back, mother of modern dogri poetry, Padma Shri Smt Padma Sachdev, expressed her anguish in front of her people. She seemed to have been bearing the pain for long in her heart but finally she let it out. The cause of pain was the fact that we people have left our mother tongue and there is little to no sense of responsibility in our hearts towards it.

The weight of legacy

Dogras have a rich legacy right from ancient times. It is believed that(as told in the book : Kashmir, beyond the vale by M J Akbar) when Alexander came to conquer India,  many warrior groups shifted their base to present day Jammu to defend the country from a relatively advantageous position. From that time onward there have been numerous instances when Dogras bore the brunt of waves of invasions. It was under these circumstances that great generals like General Zorawar Singh, General Baj singh, Mian dido, Kumedan Baste Ram Mehta etc emerged to the forefront. These are just the 18th and 19th century military generals. Many more great names, numerous inspiring stories could have seen the light of day but for the lack of a sense of strong literary tradition that prevails in J&K.

The world sees Dogras as a warrior community but the pity is that this singular outer lens has affected the all round development of our society. We have a very weak literary sense. Thus many great personalities were born and forgotten just like that. A case in point being Lala Hansraj Mahajan or Tahira Sayeed or Dinoo Bhai Pant. Dinoo Bhai once said that -


Hindi sadhi daadi hai te dogri sadhi ma
dadi thar dadi hai te mau thar ma.
"Hindi is our grandmother and dogri is our mother, and both are equally cherished as per the relation".

Infact there is a strong argument in favour of mother tongue that it promotes love for our people, our motherland and thereby strengthens the public spirit and nationalism. Bhagat singh once said "Patriots — be they merely social reformers or political leaders — pay highest attention to the literature of their country".Lack of knowledge of mother tongue affects an individual in two ways drastically. One it creates a gulf between the rural and urban folk. One reason why today we don't feel the pains of farmer is due lack of emotional connect with them. Our areas of concern don't largely coincide. Second, when we meet someone from other culture who respects their mother tongue, we experience an identity crisis. e.g., people outside J&K consider everyone from J&K as Kashmiri. If you want to prove to them that you are dogra you must know dogri. If not, we take safe refuge in - 'similar to punjabi' and hide our own shallowness.

Reason for such treason

Our neglect of language is pitisome. There are multiple factors behind this trend. The main reason behind this is the fact that Jammu being a multi-ethnic and multi cultural society,  mother tongue was never made mandatory in the school curriculum. While article 370 prohibitted the implementation of RTE act which mandated instruction in mother tongue at primary level. Most private schools in Jammu even today don't teach dogri as the third language. The aversion for teaching dogri arises from the fact that knowledge of dogri offers very limited economic returns, in terms of Job, formal communication skills etc. But is it fair to assess whether the mother is worthy of love before loving her. There are no conditions attached to it. It must flow from depth of character. 

In addition to it, communalisation of language has also happened which restricted it to very few districts in Jammu division.We hardly find any Muslim or Sikh name among the dogri stalwarts. We must remember that mother knows no religious boundaries. By alienating the other religious groups of their true identity we are going for mutual damage. We don't even claim the legacy of the great Banda Singh Bahadur a Dogra Sikh. Infact all languages are religion agnostic and to communalise them is to divide the spirit of our country. 

To some extent even the literary circles and the entire artistic community must share the blame. Firstly, there is very slow pace of updation of dogri vocabulary. In absence of proper vocabulary more foreign words have to be used. Lack of formalisation leads to popularisation of slang which inhibits the growth of cultured language. Secondly, the quality of historical research into the Dogra way of life, can best be described as patchy. Infact even today school textbooks while teaching the story of Raja Jambu Lochan describe it as an event of 2nd millenium BC but it is contradictory to all available evidences. 

Thirdly, most of the literary works are difficult to access for common public. E-commerce websites like amazon, flipkart hardly sell dogri books. To search a dogri song with lyrics in google search is a tough row to hoe. While Punjabi and hindi dubbed south Indian movies can be easily found on youtube, it is near impossible to find a dogri movie on such platforms. Hardly we see dogri poets and writers interact with audience through webinars especially during the present lockdown. Fourthly, comes the question of news reporting and media. It can be said that dogri news media is virtually absent.  There is just one bulletin in dogri news in local channels like JK channel and All India Radio.

Finally there is the issue of quality. I must confess that I am not the right person to judge on the quality for I neither have the required knowledge nor the experience of rating such artworks.But one recent dogri song on creating awareness on COVID-19 by JK Academy of Art, Culture and Languages, seems to be little shallow. In comparison a song by 2 young girls on same issue fares much better for it catches the pulse of listener. Hence talent is there, but some lacunae remain. However it can be said that if the quality of artworks is good, then in present era of viral videos, it is bound to get good public response.


Har boli sikho sikhni vi chahidi, Par pakki vekh ke kacchi nai dhai di


Learn other languages for it is good to learn,
but don't destroy your own identity by seeing the refined identity of others or don't try to ape others.

Finding our own pathways

A service to nation starts with reclaiming our culture, our language. Remember that British subjugated India by the false notion of white superiority. India was made to erase its culture by them. But as we rediscovered ourselves we attained liberty. Then the question arises, how to go forward? Firstly, is it too late? No, it's not because presently there is renewed focus of administration on issues pertaining to Jammu after a long spell of ignorance. So we can use the opportunity. Firstly making learning dogri mandatory in schools upto class 8th can be the right step. It should not burden the students for the script is devanagri and they might have to add few new words to their vocabulary. Care should be taken to not impose dogri on everyone and choice be given among kashmiri, urdu and other languages. 

It is also essential to promote emerging forms of arts like standup comedy, karaoke singing etc in dogri. Some Vlogs have been created and are doing good work like Ambal youtube channel. Due to efforts of natrang theatre, many young artists have emerged and they can contribute immensely to promote dogri language. Artists from different segments must engage with their viewers, live through media platforms like that of Daily excelsior. This is being done by Indian express at national level too.

Another essential point to understand is that level of women empowerment is strongly linked to the status of development of mother tongue. If women are empowered, educated, they can guide their children to understand the importance of mother tongue. Some may disagree by saying that an educated woman would want her kids to learn foreign languages. However it can be understood from different communities at national level that as women become more aware of the worldly developments they are bound to see the importance of mother tongue. Examples can be taken of Bengali or Malayali societies. So focus on ensuring that women's rights are protected both inside and outside homes.


There are surely many suggestions I have in my mind but that is not the point. The point is to make the reader think what he/she can do for the mother tongue. The generations before us never had to face this challenge because of relative isolation of cultures. However the generations to come should not be stolen from their cultural heritage by the inaction of present generation. We have a great duty to perform, for posterity, for humanity.

Thursday, 8 February 2018

Daadi ki peedh

Aj bahut din baad
Hui daadi se baat..
Sunani thi unko ek kushkhabri...
Jo thi bahut khaas

Jb awaz suni daadi ki..
Bachpan saara umad gaya..
Kheer, kulfi, ambal aur daal
Sabka swad aa gya..
Todda, saag aur mitha madra
Muh me mere rasa gya...

Par ek dard jo wo sunati nhi..
Wo mujhe mahsoos hua
Unki baato se laga jaise
Unki umeed hai choor hui...

Ab aankh meri h bhar aayi
Aur awaz h band padi..
Kya kahoon me daadi se
Wo sochegi me mushkil me hu koi...

Kya haal me poochu daadi ka..
Bas ek hi cheez wo kehti h..
'Khare aen.. chalaa ne..' uska dard byan krti h...

Jab shareer saath chod raha ho..
To apne hi saath dete h...
Par kaisa mein pota hu...
Jo bhul gya sab bhula gya...

Uske bhi kuch sapne the..
Ki wo bhi kabhi mere saath rhe..
Apne sapne poore krte hue me..
Kaise sabke sapne bhul gya...

Dard bhale uske ho anek
Par apne uss dard me bhi wo
Karti h apne pote ki poori dekh rekh
Kehti h mujhe ki khao dudh badam
Aur zaroorat se zyada mat kro kaam

Ab me kya kar sakta hu..
Door sheher beth bs daadi ki yaado ke saath ro hi sakta hu...

Wednesday, 6 December 2017

The green mile

It was 3 am, we were on the way to NIT in a taxi, when suddenly the driver asked, "konsa year hai ji aapka", and my reply was, "final year badka ji", "to fir agle saal poora hoga aapka college".

After one year, same time, while coming back from Chandigarh, driver asked the same question with same year old answer, but this time it was different. We were no longer in our final year. ' Humari to B.tech khatam ho chuki thi'.

The days are numbered.  The moments are limited. And I wanted to re-live those 4 years in these last few days, keenly observing each and every activity of my Alma-mater. The things we make fun of, the things we never spoke to each other, the discussions we indulged in, the fights we had, the last night fights and how exams always surprised us.

Looking at the things, deciding which one to take, and which one to leave, one thing which strikes me is that I am leaving this forever. Those nights till 3 am, those 10 am mornings, those missed breakfasts, first lecture attendance, back bench sleeping, teacher pointing you sleeping, getting kicked out of class, that lunch, those labs where only experiment was gossip, that evening stroll around NIT, evening FB time, dinner, late night Net surfing, gpl, post placement 'welcome', common room timepass, all that 'saada', those fests. An etc is just not enough to cover it all.

Walking past the green mile of my college life, I may be able to hold my tears, but my heart will always feel the pain inside, and as the time will pass, the essence of pain will die out, but the very source will still be there. Tomorrow is 31st May( World no Tobacco day), but I shall remember it as the day of partition. When all our ways shall be parted, and we will set forth new targets and will start a new journey towards their fulfillment.

It is the cycle of life, and life is all about change. No doubt, some changes are more painful, but at the end we are more pleased to have experienced every taste of it.

Saturday, 5 March 2016

Asaan

Log kehte hain ye nhi asaan...
Ye to nhi h mere bas ka kaam...
Me kehta hu tum ho nadaan.. tum ho karishmo se anjaan...
Kon samjhaye logo ko...
Aur koi samjhaye bhi to kyu..
kya ye samjhenge...
Ki ishq aur jazba asaan nhi h nibhana...
Aur inke bin jeena, h jeete ji mar jana...
Agar maren to ek baar..2 baar maren wo zindagi nhi...
Agar lage jo ek baar...Wo pyas bhuje fir nhi...
Agar kare to ek baar...Wo ishq bhule fir nhi...
Agar jiyen to baar baar... logon k dilon me hi...

Thursday, 3 March 2016

Musafir

Faasle aur raston me farq sirf itna h...
Ki fasle tey krne hain aur raston me jeena hai...
Musafiro ki mehfil guzarti h har mod se..
Gaate bajate hue kaafile..
Jaise mujhe hi to bulate h...
Pukarte hain mera naam..
Jaise unke kabile ka me hi to hun sartaj...
Jo bharosa khud ko khud pe nhi tha...
Aaj h buland wo awaz...
Bas kro itni rehmat aye khuda...
Ki mujhme me na rhu... rhe to bs ek anbhuji pyas...

Saturday, 27 February 2016

Bharat

Shahadat shaheedon ki bhulayi nhi ja sakti..
Musibat gareebon ki bhulayi nhi ja sakti...
Azadi se lad rhe h wo jane kaisi azadi ke liye...
Ye bharat ma ki mamta h.. jo humse churayi nhi ja sakti...

Kehte h azadi azadi..
Kya hui h kabhi aisi barbadi..
Hum bhartiya hain khoon ek hai
Alag krne ki koshish pdegi tum pe bhari..

Jo tirange se katrate hain..
Kya wo humse anjaane hain..
Kuch mansoobe aur hain in kafiron ke..
Jo wo kr rhe hume begane hain..

Ek akhand ek vand.. ek hi hai nara
Sir kat gye to ghum nhi himalay jhuka na humara..
Baat agar na samjhe to fir dohrata hun..
Hindi hain hum watan hai hindostan humara..

Friday, 26 February 2016

Just do it

Aasaan manzil me nasha nahi..
Aasaan rasto me maza nhi...
Ki jinke takrane se pathar shola na bne..
Aise irado ke saath jeena humko raza nhi..