Sunday, January 4, 2009

Haryana's Cultural Dilemma;Rajbir Deswal reviews D. R. Chaudhry's book--Haryana At Crossroads


Popularly known as ‘Dee Aar’ in Haryana, the author is a man of many parts — an educationist, political commentator, social activist, thinker and philosopher rolled into one. Haryana at Crossroads, on the one hand, opens windows on current burning Haryana issues, and on the other, it provides a deep insight into the state’s glorious past, degenerated into a near-tribal cultural milieu.
The present-day Haryana’s devolvement is commented upon as having been a result of politics of populism propagated by the Lals of Haryana, with its slothful distinction of excelling in the art of ‘Aaya Ram, Gaya Rams’, en masse defections allegorised as ‘Ali Baba and 40 Thieves’, consequence of which manifested itself into the powers that be turning into whipping boys, doing the bidding of the Centre, and the common Harayanvi caring two hoots for discipline to be adhered to, in building up a society conducive to civic norms.
D. R. Chaudhry believes in Raymond William’s definition of culture, "Culture is no finished but static thing. It is a process that has continually to be renewed, recreated, defended and modified." He laments that one comes across "a Jat, a Brahmin, an Ahir, a Punjabi or a local" in Haryana, but it is difficult to meet a Haryanvi in Haryana. He traces the origin of this dichotomy attributable to the collapse of the Mauryan empire providing opportunity of a free-for-all scenario, replete with looting, plundering, marauding of the region by the Greeks, Shakas, Scythians, Parthian, Hoons and Kushans.
According to the author, no social reforms movements ever visited the tradition-bound state except the Arya Samaj in its revivalist but backward-looking character. He rightly laments the absence of a cultural renaissance which could influence and impact the Haryanvis in acquiring a modern sensibility. This could also have led to avoiding crises in agriculture, industry, education, infrastructure, social justice, political formations, etc.
Chaudhry firmly believes in having a middle class, which has eluded Haryana, and which compels the sovereign to give better and accountable administration in terms of security, health, education and generating employment, etc. There are very few theatre groups in the state and there is no established film industry. Haryanvi dialect did not find a script and an appropriate literature unlike Punjabi. Patronising of art and culture in the state remained neglected in the absence of powerful feudalistic families which are known to spare their kitty for such like finer genres in a civilised and mature society. Step by step, the author diagnoses the ills the "unfortunate state" has been suffering since ages and it’s not being able to suitably adapt itself to the much-hyped modernity and its likely fall out.
Long-standing disputes of water with Punjab, including the states’ Capital issue, find mention in the book.
The author believes in Dr M.S. Swaminathan recommendations of measuring up with the ill effects of ‘exploitative agriculture’. Special Economic Zones (SEZs) have also been delineated in detail but the author is skeptical if the present-day powers that be, linked up with Reliance and other industrial houses, would be able to pay back enough, in terms of employment generation, and tax collection for the state exchequer, besides all Haryanvis’ collective acceptance of the concept of SEZs.
The book finds apt and objective handling of the situation as it obtains in the state. It calls a spade a spade and does not paint a rosy picture in itself. The universities lack autonomy and are second-grade government departments. Chaudhry believes in bringing about changes in the transfer policy and also that the panchayats’ and other civic bodies’ role in the spread of primary and higher education needs to be addressed. The author is also worried about the falling status of women in the state and suggests ways and means to appropriate the sex ratio and arrest female foeticide.
The issue of social justice also gets equally dexterous treatment at the hand of Chaudhry when he describes khap panchayats as ‘Kangaroo courts’ dispensing justice in crude, brutal, abortive and senseless adjudications. It is to the author’s credit that very recently, the Punjab and Haryana High Court referred to an article published by him in The Tribune on the same subject while hearing petitions against the ‘fatwas’ (edicts), issued by the khap panchayats which did have their relevance but in an era gone bye. The book is a must-read for scholars and researchers besides all those interested in Haryana affairs.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

एक था गधा उर्फ़ अलादाद खान


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And whoever said police officers can't be good actors!This presentation was made at Haryana Police Academy Madhuban by newly recruited Haryana Police Recruits initiated into the concepts of Samvedi Police by ADGP V N Rai under the stewardship of DGP Ranjiv Dalal। Sharad Joshi's drama Ek tha gadha urf Aladad Khan was staged under the direction of his daughter Bani Sharad.


Tuesday, December 30, 2008

मुबारक बेगम ने राजबीर देसवाल से गाने की फरमाइश की

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जब रफी नाईट के अवसर पर राजबीर देसवाल ने सुहानी रात ढल चुकी गीत गाया तो मुबारक बेगम इतनी प्रभावित हुई की उन्होंने एक और गीत की फरमाइश कर डाली तब राजबीर देसवाल ने गाया --ये वादियाँ ये फिजायें बुला रही है तुम्हें ! लिंक पर जाइये और गीत का मंजा लीजिये याद रहे उनका ये गाना --कभी तनहाइयों मैं यूँ हमारी याद आयेगी बहुत प्रसिद्ध हुआ था 1

A walk in the Morni Hills मोरनी की पहार्दिओं मैं सैर

A walk in the salubrious Morni Hills about 30 kms from Chandigarh is rewarding in itself with breezee rubbing shoulders against wild reeds and making music for the blessed ones।

यहाँ आप पाएंगे वो सब जो कुदरत इंसान को दे सकती है यानि सुकून सुकून और सुकून और आप गा उठेंगे -- ये वादियाँ ये फिजायें बुला रही हैं तुम्हे !

Monday, December 29, 2008

Rajbir Deswal talks to Lok Sabha TV on Corruption



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O' to be Obama's Dog!Burr!Burr!Bow!Bow!

O’ to be Obama’s Dog!
By: Rajbir Deswal
I woke up in the wee hours to eavesdrop on a unique Canine Conference. The venue was my backyard where nearly all the elite breeds of dogs were represented. They seemed to have unleashed themselves of all mundane shackles from the nearby houses, using their sixth sense.
The issue of ‘Who to be Obama’s dog?’ was being fiercely debated in dog-eating-dog projections, about suitability of various breeds (read races), to gain entry through the Pearly Gates of the White House. In the Chair was my own St. Bernard, appropriately called, Haider.
An Alsatian opened the plenary with the doggerel, “I am His Majesty’s dog at Kew. Pray Sir, whose dog are you?” “Hey you! Basically German (Shepherd)! Likes of you may not be preferred in the U.S.,” said the Staffordshire Terrier and added an all too acidic comment on even the hitherto silent Doberman, “You too. The one given a name after that blood sucker tax collector, in Germany.”
Not to be put down easily, both of the German breeds growled in a kind of jugal bandi when a Cocker Spaniel interjected, “We are more acceptable in the U.S. Remember the most popular language in that country these days is Spanish!”
“Stop all that non-sense on races and languages,” intervened the black Canadian Labrador from Newfoundland, “Didn’t you hear Obama likening himself to a mutt –of mixed breed. Shoo Shoo!” “Burr! Burr! Am pretty sure you aren’t talking about the other shoe” said the whacked one.
At this our own street dog Sheroo, sitting doggo all this while, stretched his limbs, turned his head away from the going on deliberations, and started singing a la Dilip Kumar in the movie “Sagina Mahato”—भोले भले लाल्लुआ खायेजा रोटी बासी; बड़ा हो के बनेगा साहिब का चपरासी! (O’ my innocent child, eating stale food, you will definitely grow up to be a peon, in attendance to an officer, one day.) None paid heed to Sheroo’s ecstatic outpouring dubbing it uncouth and enough desi.
“O.K., Okaay. No one needs to be a Pekingese Royal, theft of whom carried death penalty in 18th century China,” said a Chihuahua of Mexican origin. “You be quiet there. Sacred and edible stuff for the Red Indians! Don’t deserve to be dogs! Bow wow!” barked in the American Bulldog. “Remember we are the ones, after whom the dogmatic reassurance came from some human fella—The more I see of man, the more I love dogs!” said he, “And it suits us fine. But we need to act fast for Peru has already offered their breed ‘Ears’ from Incas to Obama.”
While all this was going on, I saw Sheroo cozying up with Tikki, a white exotic female. Turning away from the deliberations, I lent my ear to what Sheroo had to very endearingly tell an ‘expecting’ Tikki. “Aey Sweet heart, crossbreds of whatever shade have a safe future in the U.S., and our ladle and ladlee—little ones—to be born soon, will surely find their way in the White House, for they will be hypoallergic mutts, as also the bald variety, suitable for Obama’s daughter Malia, who is allergic to the fur and hair.”
I don’t know whether the Canine Conference reached a decision with all that Bar(ac)king or not but the duet Sheroo and Tikki sang, while walking away from the dogged venue, still reverberates in my ears, confirming the sanguineness of the couple’s American dream—जीवन की बगिया महकेगी, लहकेगी, चहकेगी; खुशियों की कलियन, झूमेंगी, झूलेंगी, फूलेंगी! (Our life’s flowerbed will experience fragrance, blossoms and flourishing; our happiness buds will experience swaggering, swinging and thriving।)

The Tribune link: http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20081229/edit.htm#5