Siddharth Mar Gaya ! (Allahabaad Revisited)

Siddhath is not dead, contrary to people's earlier assumptions and more like the second half of movie, kahani mein twist hai. Story of "siddharth Mar gaya "was a attempt of using figurative language so to say but people around me are so much intellectual, I never knew it. Kabira went to Allahabad this weekend. Siddharth was sick. Siddharth is the name of vertical milling centre with 4 axis( remember the 4 compartment heart in earlier post)cost around 80 lakhs, wasn’t working for last 7 years though. Kabira worked like typical mechanic on compressor and manual and motors checkups. seems like I got my Midas touch back. Machine will be in running condition in 2-3 weeks. And if even U thinks ki this is not the same Siddharth I talked about earlier, keep reading.

Siddharth is not dead, as person who is dead in Dhananjay. the celebrated story of 14th aug is certainly not the story to rejoice for. 13 years back some one raped a girl and got punishment today. the most disheartening part of the last line is the time scale. Supposed if the girl had not died that day and would have been fighting from that day, will a decision after 13 years serve a good purpose? May be not. But at least one Dhananjay is dead. But the lot is big. One Dhananjay is there in each of us in the same way Siddharth is with us. reflections of our true soul with kind tender hreaty feeling shapes the Siddharth in us and Dhananjay is the distortion of similar imaginations. Both are there and may be equally important. We sometime think about people around us being so insensitive that make us feel "Siddharth Mar Gaya" but small incidences in life thrust us to feel differently about it.

Visit to allahabad was thus a not a superfluous attempt certainly. Tried to buy a small flag on 15th ( last flag I had , is given to me by ashu and I kept is for 7 month) but in whole city, paper flags were not available. The plastic flag that i finally bought seems like the old campaigning material for Congress I. Just tell me, with around 5 lakhs flag business in a single city, how much pollution we could expect on 16. Mother of all bhopal's is with us, still in us.
Thanks to the gal with the grin who bought 2 glasses of fanta for me. I owe U
To end the discussion in Kabira style ( a Hindi poem)

Mela Jitna Bhadhkeela, rang rangeela Tha,
Maanas ke andar utni hi kamjori thi,
Jitna jyada sanchit kerne ki khwahish thi,
utni hi chhoti apne kar ki jholi thi |
Ab mujhse poochha jaata hai kya batlaaon,
Kya maan akinchan bikhraata path per aaya,
woh kaun ratan anmol mila aisa mujhko,
Jis per apna mann praan nichhawar ker aaya,
yeh thii taqdeeri baat mujhe gun dosh na doo
Jisko samjha tha sona, wah mitti nikli,
Jisko samjha tha aanshu, wah moti nikla |
Jeevan ki aapadhapi mein kab waqt mila
kuch der kahin per baith kabhi yeh sooch sakoon,
Jo kiya, kaha, mana usme kya bura bhala |