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Sunday, August 26, 2012

My Bharat - My Mother India - 5 - Down With The Sinful Attempts To Divide India!   Posted on Aug 26, 2012    Comments ()

There is a despicable move to divide our motherland India – or more correctly – Bharat.

 

Acts against Assamese, Biharis and Tamils in various parts of India are manifestations of a sinister mind’s conspiratorial moves.

 

I strongly believe that Pakistan is behind these to get even for our having won against that hate-nation 4 times in 4 wars since 1947.

 

And those plans of that neighbouring nation, in my opinion, are being carried out by none other than Sonia Gandhi, whom I have been pointing to be an agent of the Inter-Services-Intelligence since 2010.

 

My life underwent changes … I am being hounded by Pakistani agents and the hirelings of their agents like Sonia Gandhi.

 

Right-wing political outfits like the Bharatiya Janata Party have no love for me either … because … I am truly secular in what I do.

 

Sometime ago, I had begun translating and writing poems hailing patriotism towards our great nation.

 

I am reviving that exercise today … quoting a song from the 1969 Hindi film Tumse Achchaa Kaun Hai? [Who is better than you?]

 

Sung by the immortal Rafi Saab, the song was penned by Rajendra Kishen and tuned by Shanker Jaikishen, rendered into English by poor old me:

 

Neither am I from Sindh

Nor is my nativity stuck in Maharashtra

None can say I belong to Gujarat either

 

I express myself in multiple tongues

And am not sure of my belonging to any caste

 

My mom’s name is Ganga

And the dad is called Himalaya

Now you take a call

To identify my natal origins

 

Akin to the 4 seasons

Summer

Winter

Autumn

And the lovely rain

My mom has different moods

 

In the morning she wakes me up a song

And her soft strums lull me to rest at night

 

Being a bird daily traversing vast distances

My chirps resound north, east, south and west

My chosen action area

Has another proud name

Hindustan

 

I am in love with the cultural progress of Bengal

I tread a few Bhangra measures in Punjab as well

From the south I learnt classical music too

 

Call me a Tamil

Gujju

Rajasthani

An old Maratha

A new Haryanvi

 

Call me whatever you wish

But remember

First I am an Indian

 

Whose origins are akin to Ganges’ fabled purity

And whose ideals are lofty like the Himalayas

 

Yes, I am a proud Hindustani

 

To those inspiring roars …

I add my own little whimper

 

Attempting to imprison

My expressions to a single Indian language

Is futile

I speak

And peak in many

Not just in India

But abroad as well

 

In France’s capital Paris

I asked for directions in my mother tongue Tamil

A Frenchman hailed the love for my land

Pointed me towards my destination

Using English as a medium

Pointing out he hated the British

 

I do not hate Englishmen

But hate colonialism

My faith allows me to pray everywhere

And

I believe God is everywhere

 

But

Being an ordinary mortal

Positives and negatives

Are as resident in me

And trigger my ordinary responses

As in everyone else

 

I am as bright

Or Dim

As everyone in my motherland

Whose Constitution terms it

India that is Bharat


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SGS said...

I am very proud that I am born as indian hindu, brahmin sgs

Posted on: 8/28/2012


TSV Hari said...

Well said.

Posted on: 8/28/2012


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